His Trouble Maker

Chapter 150

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.

every single fucking day thinking about how to keep it breathing, how to keep

him.

Funny thing, right?

in a single season because one wolf fucks the wrong thing, makes the

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now here we

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

our same father. Difference is, I learned

how to enjoy the

twitches, throwing his own pebbles like he’s trying to mimic my rhythm. “You’re staring too

“Just counting,” I say.

“Counting what?”

I can

does. That’s the problem with Riot – pain’s just another language to him. He’ll take it, twist it, throw it back at

you really

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

you really have

Every

asshole but hell, Jessica can waver all she wants but I’ll….. forgive her. I don’t think she knows how much I love

like the world doesn’t give a

mine, and nothing in this world, not him, not the rot creeping at the edges, not

Riot said, sighing. “Why can’t you just mark

low, feral, and it’s more a growl than anything else. “You haven’t marked anyone,

with us.

so fucked up. But then,

I know.

I fucking know.

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and indifferent, hanging over the black water. It mocks 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 him choke on his own blood while the

I’m here, and

All I can do is wait, for her, for Jessica to make up her

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