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.

fucking hands off

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He’s tasting my heat now. My scent. My stupid, wolfish,

But I don’t drop.

feet are already backing up, slow, my spine brushing cold

like he’s got all the

wants to touch. Or rip. Maybe both. “You’re the one who came crawling back, Jess. You brought your scent into my territory. You stood there and watched while

He grins.

drops, soft, cruel. “Letting our pack off leash? Letting them taste what you

clenches. “You don’t know what I gave

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

built a

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

jerk Riot up–too hard. Blood sprays from his neck,

My

eyes burn when they

point saving

always his main goal. He

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

out, 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

not hate–it’s panic. I’m moving now. Claws tearing through my fingers. Skin breaking. My

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told you to leave

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would?” I shouted, feeling my bones cracking. “He’s mine,” I growl, voice slipping deeper,

hit the stone. Palms split open. Fingers stretch long and snap back, claws punching

Theo’s already turning.

He lunges.

Fast. Too fast.

around Riot’s hair, dragging him up by the roots like a

eyes glowing white. “Try me and watch him die

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

tossing Riot away like a ragdoll into the

“RIOT!”

hit Theo head–on. We slam to the ground–teeth, elbows, fur. He’s shifting

me. My back cracks against the floor. His claws dig into my

he hisses. “You could’ve ruled