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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shouted, pushing me

“I can smell her…”

“What?”

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I even knew I was shifting, before I realized I was growling low through my teeth like her scent was punching straight into my spine and gutting me from

“Grayson wait-”

Pierce, shoulder scraping bark, claws shredding roots, the wet dirt swallowing sound as I crashed low, then lower,

shivering, and Riot behind

“Grayson.”

snapped against my chest and

to grab my arm, trying to yank me back like he didn’t smell it too, like he wasn’t about to

I said, voice wrecked and too far gone to be human, because the last thing I needed was him speaking her heat out loud, making it real, dragging it

go,” Pierce was whispering, tugging again, voice breaking, “Grayson, she’s not–she doesn’t know

wrist this time, pulling like I

I turned on him.

He flinched.

me again, and I’ll feed you your fucking

would hate me, how Riot would kill me,

hear the rest. I was rising. Stalking forward. Breathing

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 like when

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“Having fun?”

eyes snapped to

Wide.

White–rimmed.

“Grayson!”

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her right now but as soon as I felt her warmth everything melted in me.

but I didn’t shove her off. Couldn’t. Her chest hit mine and my breath

to say it. It spilled out of me anyway, soaked and shaking and wrecked.

burying her face into my chest like she knew I needed it

muttered, and my voice broke halfway through, catching on teeth, shame, the way her scent still had another male’s heat

answer right

Jessica doesn’t have to.

let myself collapse the rest of the way, my

without a word, straddling my lap, arms locking around my neck like a

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

she was scared I’d

Wide. Dark, Open.

was crying again, slow and silent, tears tracking down the corners of my mouth as my lips trembled. I didn’t even try to stop

I didn’t care.

me so fucking happy I’ll cry every damn tears that I

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