His Trouble Maker

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

GRAYSON

Fucking stupid brat.

Her, and those shiny little ambitions she polished like knives.

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It was her fault we’re rotting here, her hybrids twitching in their cages, her secrets breeding in the dark, that mouth that wouldn’t stay shut even when I split it.

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And yeah yeah – I regret it, every filthy second, but regret’s just another mess on the floor now, too late for clean lines, too late to scrub the stain out.

I throw some pebbles into the damn lake and sigh. Moon goddess, I’m out of options on how to get ourselves in this mess.

Jessica really did it this time. And when they catch her scent, there won’t be anywhere left to run.

Riot’s already behind me. I heard him earlier, shadowing when I left Jessica.

“She’s mine,” I tell him, low enough that only he catches it.

Riot laughs, rough in his chest, like a cough turned cruel. “I didn’t ask, okay?”

I want to break his jaw but there’s only us left.

Two wolves circling the same kill, claws sharp, teeth bare, and nothing left but blood and claim.

And I don’t intend to lose.

“I didn’t invite you to sit beside me.”

“We’re brothers.”

“You forget who commands this pack.”

He chuckles, dark and slow. “There is no pack now, Grayson.”

Damn right.

day thinking about how to keep it breathing, how to

him.

Funny thing, right?

it in a single season because one wolf fucks

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I’m steel, cut for the kill instead of the keep. I know what he’s thinking because I’ve

father. Difference is,

to enjoy the

like he’s trying to mimic my rhythm.

“Just counting,” I say.

“Counting what?”

I can

That’s the problem with Riot – pain’s just another language to him. He’ll

really like

wants to shove him into the water and watch him choke, but part of me wants to answer. Wants to confess that she’s mine in ways

you really

Every filthy,

knowing she’s damn wavering for this asshole but hell, Jessica can waver all she wants but I’ll….. forgive her. I don’t think

shore, indifferent, like the world doesn’t give a fuck about anything we are.

the rot creeping at the edges, not even her own

Grayson,” Riot said,

feral, and it’s more a growl than

father is ashamed of him. That’s why he didn’t live with us. A mess our father washed

that’s the reason why he’s so fucked up. But then, I didn’t

I know.

I fucking know.

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me with its cold light, and I can almost hear the snap of bones under my own teeth. Months ago, all I could think about was beheading Riot. Ripping him apart, limb by limb, watching

now I’m here,

can’t act. All I can do is wait, for