His Trouble Maker

Chapter 146

Chapter 146

GRAYSON

I could feel her from here.

She’s close.

Jessica is close to where we are.

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Pierce was wind–breaking beside me, lungs steaming, but neither of us had spoken since we caught her heat- stink at the stream.

I was barely holding shift. My gums were bleeding from clenching it back.

We hadn’t spoken since she veered off the main trail, and we didn’t need to.

Her scent was everywhere–smeared in the undergrowth, high in the bark, raw and streaking across stone.

The sun cracked above the ridge, slow and ugly, and I wanted to rip it down. Daylight meant time was up. She’d know. She’d see us. She’d bolt again.

Who is she running from? That keeps on circling in my mind. Now that Theo is gone, what more is making her run away from all of these?

I stopped moving, shoulders jerking like the shift wanted to snap back but my body didn’t know what it needed–man, beast, both–I couldn’t hold either.

My chest heaved. My lungs weren’t taking the air right. It stank of dirt, rot, pine sap, old blood, her.

Her. Her. Her.

My vision blurred at the edges, not from crying, not from grief–my wolf doesn’t cry–but from something

worse.

Jess. Jess. Fuck.

My jaw unhinged on her name, my throat too raw for words, too broken for anything but sound, and I threw it into the dark like it could reach her.

One long, blistered howl that tore from the pit of my chest and kept going. Through the trees. Through the dirt. Through the ache that wouldn’t shut up under my ribs.

I missed her.

Where are you.

Where the fuck are you.

I tipped my head back and howled again, this one sharper, uglier, blistered with rage. My paws skidded on the

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wet rock as I lunged forward.

“Grayson!”

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doing?” Pierce shouted,

“I can smell her…”

“What?”

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fingers splitting into claws before I even knew I was shifting, before I realized I

“Grayson wait-”

scraping bark, claws shredding roots, the wet

thighs sunk in lakewater, lips parted, breath shivering, and Riot behind her, hands

“Grayson.”

hand snapped against my chest and

to yank me back like he didn’t smell

far gone to be human, because the last thing I needed was him speaking her heat out loud, making it real, dragging it into the air

need to go,” Pierce was whispering, tugging again, voice breaking, “Grayson, she’s not–she

fingers on my wrist this time, pulling like

I turned on him.

He flinched.

again, and I’ll feed you your fucking

was talking again. Begging, Saying something about how she would hate me, how Riot

rest. I was rising. Stalking forward. Breathing her

she wanted to be fucked like an omega in heat, if she wanted to beg for a mutt’s teeth, then let her see what it looked

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“Having fun?”

snapped to

Wide.

White–rimmed.

“Grayson!”

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now but as soon as I felt her warmth everything melted in me. Here I am,

My fists were still curled, still shaking, but I didn’t shove her off. Couldn’t. Her chest hit mine and

Didn’t mean to say it. It spilled out of me anyway, soaked and

into my chest

lost you,” I muttered, and my voice broke halfway through, catching on teeth, shame, the way her scent still had another

answer

Jessica doesn’t have to.

pressed my mouth to her hair and squeezed my eyes shut and let myself collapse the rest of

my lap, arms locking around my neck like a noose I didn’t want to escape

words scraping my throat raw. “Not through the bond. Not even a flicker. You were gone, Jess, you were just–gone,

my jaw like she was scared I’d disappear too. She tipped my face toward

Wide. Dark, Open.

my eyes and I realized I was crying again, slow and silent, tears tracking down the corners of my mouth as my lips

I didn’t care.

here with me right now makes me so fucking happy I’ll cry every damn tears that

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