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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you doing?” Pierce shouted, pushing

“I can smell her…”

“What?”

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before I even knew I was shifting, before I realized I was growling low through my teeth like her scent was punching

“Grayson wait-”

lunged past Pierce, shoulder scraping bark, claws shredding roots, the wet dirt swallowing sound as

slick and turned, thighs sunk in lakewater, lips parted, breath shivering, and Riot behind her, hands on her hips, mouth on her throat, growling low like she

“Grayson.”

hand snapped against my chest

trying to yank me back like he

needed was him speaking her heat out loud, making it real, dragging it into the air like we

again, voice breaking, “Grayson, she’s not–she

my wrist this time, pulling like I

I turned on him.

He flinched.

again, and I’ll feed you your

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

was rising. Stalking

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 her alpha

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“Having fun?”

snapped to

Wide.

White–rimmed.

“Grayson!”

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

off. Couldn’t. Her chest hit mine and my breath shattered. My ribs gave out before my pride did. My head

spilled out of me anyway, soaked and shaking and wrecked. “You’re

hands fisted my shirt, pulling me down, burying her face into my chest like she knew I needed it more than she

I lost you,” I muttered, and my voice broke halfway through, catching on teeth, shame, the way her scent still had another male’s heat curled around it.

didn’t answer

Jessica doesn’t have to.

the rest of the way, my knees giving out slow, dragging us both down to

lap, arms locking around

Not even a flicker. You were gone, Jess, you were just–gone, and I couldn’t–I didn’t know

trembling, cupping my jaw like she was scared I’d disappear too. She tipped my face toward hers, eyes searching

Wide. Dark, Open.

was crying again, slow and silent, tears tracking down the corners of my

I didn’t care.

me so

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