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.

Trained for it. Woke up every single fucking day thinking about how to keep

him.

Funny thing, right?

single season because one wolf fucks the wrong thing, makes the wrong alliance, opens her mouth one too many

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now here we

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so he gets every second of my stare. His eyes are mine but meaner, feral where I’m steel, cut for the kill instead of the keep.

have our same father.

how to enjoy

twitches, throwing his own pebbles like he’s trying to

“Just counting,” I say.

“Counting what?”

can break

he likes the sound of it. And maybe he 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 like

but part of

really have

obsession, madness—she’s mine. Every filthy,

waver all she wants but I’ll….. forgive her. I don’t think she knows how much

the shore, indifferent, like the world doesn’t give a fuck about

world, not him, not the rot creeping at the edges, not even her own doubts, will take her from

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

feral, and it’s more a growl than anything else. “You

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

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

I know.

I fucking know.

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I can almost hear the snap of bones under my own teeth. Months

now I’m here, and it’s

I can’t act. All I can do is wait,

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