His Trouble Maker

Chapter 149

JESSICA

“My hybrids?”

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Grayson didn’t blink. Just nodded. Jaw tight. And I knew what that meant. That jaw thing – he only does it when he’s close to snapping. When something doesn’t go the way he wants and he’s holding it in, holding me in.

“Yes.”

“I know about that!”

“Yes.”

Riot chuckles again, quiet and cruel, and I hiss, bratty, “Stop laughing, you’re not helping! What is it, Grayson?”

“You have to make a choice, Jess.”

“A choice?”

My heart is traitorous. Also my eyes. They weren’t supposed to stare at Grayson’s face but it did. I had the opening. A perfect opening to memorize his features.

If he’s going to ask me again if I’m confused between him and Riot, I’ll have my answer right away. Except, Grayson doesn’t really ask twice. In fact, he will never ask at all.

He’ll just look at me and wait for me to make my decisions. That’s what he always does. He takes care of me in his own ways but sometimes, I wish he would let me take care of him too.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, but it’s useless. His presence is everywhere, pressing in on me, demanding an answer I’m not ready to give.

“Grayson,” I start, but he cuts me off.

“The other pack knows about your hybrids Jess and the other pack knows you’re still…in heat.”

“Stop,” I manage to say, but it comes out weak, like I don’t even believe it myself.

“Who do you belong to, Jess?” His voice is calm, but there’s a dangerous edge to it.

You.

Only you, Grayson.

“You’re still in heat, Jess. Your instincts are screaming, and you’re too damn stubborn to listen.”

“I’m not doing this again with you or anyone.”

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them. I know what they are going to tell me. I’m reeking and the others smell it and if I remain to not have a mate, I’m going to end up being claimed. It’s just a matter of who. “No one is going

“Jess-”

“Even you Grayson!”

These assholes only think about their knots! Grayson attempted to reach for me but I jerked my hand away, refusing to

not

Of everything.

that dungeon fighting Theo out of my system and no one…no

unclaimed bitch in heat in

I didn’t submit, someone was

wants that collar?” Riot rasped,holding me when I tried to

“Let me go-!”

thrashed, but it was pathetic. Weak. My

chuckled, that low nasty sound that always

said, dragging his mouth along the shell

one is

hand now. Pinning them behind me, arm arched up, body caged

Grayson was silent.

Watching,

head, shame blooming under my cheeks like

eyes weren’t calm anymore. They were glowing.

me go,” I snapped again,

“Let her go, Riot.”

“Tss.”

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he was

his hands peeled off my body, I gasped for breath, stumbling forward, chest heaving, thighs wet, shame slamming into me like a fist as I felt every set of eyes still

up my back like teeth, the whole fucking pack still out there breathing me in

And then I turned.

And I hit him.

enough

he rasped, licking it slow, “that

again,” I snarled, voice shaking from breath I didn’t have, “I’ll tear your fucking

yours,” I snapped, voice shaking.

the dark smear between my legs, nostrils flaring as his smirk curled wider. “No,” he said, low, dangerous, cock thick against his thigh, “but if no one claims you, you’re fair game, sweetheart. And

breath caught. His gaze didn’t

Riot growled, stepping closer, voice like heat down my

go–and he was right, because I did,

catch.

the heat behind

Grayson didn’t touch me.