His Trouble Maker

Chapter 142

JESSICA

“Let him go!”

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I scream, spit flying, heart ramming my ribs as Theo’s claws dig deeper–wet, squelching, bone–close. Riot gurgles. Blood spills down his neck in sick pulses.

“Uh–uh.” Theo doesn’t look at me. Just bares more fang, talons grinding into Riot’s jugular. “Stay there if you want him to live.”

I freeze.

Every nerve is screaming for me to move but he has him. One twitch, one breath, one wrong word, and Riot’s

gone.

“Theo-” My voice breaks. “Please. Don’t.”

He turns his head, slow as death. That molten stare sinks into mine–feral, starving, already dragging me under.

“Why did you come back,” Riot croaks, blood coating his teeth. “You were supposed to run.”

I can’t answer. I can’t move.

Theo growls low, dark, as if he’s savoring the way Riot spits that pain, like it’s proof I’m his.

“Because she wanted to watch,” Theo says, claws dragging up Riot’s neck. “Didn’t you, omega?”

Riot snarls. It’s broken, a wet sound in his throat. Blood drips. His boots scrape against the stone as he tries to rise-

“What the fuck are you doing, Jess?! I told you to run!”

“And what?” My voice cracks out sharp, shaking, feral. “Let him kill you?”

“Let me die like a wolf!” Riot snaps.

“You’re not dying for me,” I spit. My voice is shaking but full. Fire under it. Shame too. But I hold it.

Theo chuckles low. “Listen to her.” He jerks Riot back by the neck, claws pressed into the tendon. Riot hisses. “She’s not running anymore.”

I step forward.

I feel the heat crawl down my spine, the shift licking at my bones like it wants out. My wolf’s pacing. Growling, Watching both of them bleed for me.

hands

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me, amused. Eyes glowing. He’s tasting my heat now. My scent. My stupid, wolfish, fucked–up bond

But I don’t drop.

feet are already backing up,

got all the time in the

one who came crawling back, Jess. You brought

He grins.

drops, soft, cruel. “Letting our pack off

jaw clenches. “You don’t know

head, pinning me against the wall without touching me. His other hand still grips Riot, claws buried in the boy’s throat like a

built a pack

me?” I spit it like venom, stepping forward now, heat snapping in my gut. “You’re sick, Theo. This

one!” he roars, voice slamming through the room like a war cry. His claws jerk Riot up–too hard. Blood sprays

freeze. My

when

point saving

goal. He wanted to own the

done it for him but we all played in his game. In

barely audible, face slack with pain. And then he moves. Fast. Raw. Stupid. He launches at Theo from the floor, a half–shifted mess of ribs and fury, arms still trembling from blood loss, eyes wild. He slams into Theo’s side like a wolf with nothing left to lose. “Fuck

it’s not hate–it’s panic. I’m moving

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think I would?” I shouted, feeling my bones cracking. “He’s mine,” I growl, voice slipping deeper, broken with shift. My bones scream. My body’s cracking open, the heat

open. Fingers stretch long and snap back, claws punching through skin like knives through

Theo’s already turning.

He lunges.

Fast. Too fast.

up by the roots like a shield,

it, Jessica,” he pants, chest heaving, eyes glowing white. “Try me and watch

in and I’m airborne–half–shifted, snapping, seething. My claws

Riot away like

“RIOT!”

slam to the ground–teeth, elbows, fur. He’s shifting too now, faster than me, bulkier, bones

My back cracks against the floor. His claws dig into my shoulder, holding me down, grinning

for him?” he hisses.