His Trouble Maker

Chapter 143

Chapter 143

JESSICA

“We have to run-‘

No. No. No….I didn’t mean to.

Theo is dead and I killed him!

“Jessica–Jess, we have to move-”

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I flinch when Riot grabs my arm. My claws come up before I think. I almost slash him. I almost made it worse. He jerks back like I burned him, and I don’t blame him–I would too.

“I didn’t mean-” My voice breaks. “I didn’t–he came at me–I just-”

My wolf’s screaming now asking me to shift, to let her out once more so we can finish everyone.

Riot’s eyes are wild, staring at me like I’m some kind of monster. Maybe I am.

“Jess, you’re losing it,” he says, backing up another step. His voice is calm, but his hands are shaking. “We need to go. Now.”

“I can’t—” My wolf’s snarling in my head, demanding control. My claws dig into my palms, sharp and unforgiving. “She wants out, Riot. I can’t hold her back much longer.”

“Then try harder,” he snaps, his tone harsher than he probably means it to be. “You’re not an animal, Jess. Don’t let her win.”

“She’s already winning,” I hiss, and it comes out more guttural than human. My teeth feel too sharp, my skin too tight. I can feel the shift clawing at me, tearing me apart from the inside.

and cautious. “Jess,” he says, softer this time. “Listen to me.

blurs, colors bleeding together. Theo’s dead. Dead because of

trying. Focus on me.

“No.Riot…you have to go!”

hard I feel the muscles in my neck tighten against it, dark and hot and dragging me into him. “You’re not her.

You’re in control.”

“Am I?”

up, heat pounding down my spine, my wolf

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dead because of me. You get it now? I’m not-” my voice drops to a growl,

monster.”

voice gone feral, all edge. His hands slam to my shoulders, grip iron and heat, holding me like he’d hold a thrashing dog–thumbs digging down, not letting me

ribs, almost taking flesh, and he

“Jess-”

snapping my head back,

couldn’t fucking stop him, heat slamming up under my ribs so fast it felt like a hit, like a break, like my body cracked open and the wolf poured straight through my throat clawing for him like she knew him like she wanted this like she didn’t

at him, claws curling in his shirt, his hair, meaning to tear him off–and he bites my lower lip just enough

My head tilts despite myself, opening to him, breath spilling hot between us, and he

don’t stop don’t

long enough to growl it against my lips, still close

My knees give just a

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find us,” he says, low and sharp, but my breath’s still

Others?

exhale caught in his mouth

“What others?”

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