His Trouble Maker

Chapter 155

JESSICA

“Does it hurt?”

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I swallow hard so Grayson can’t hear how much I break seeing him wounded like this. Shit. I wipe my eyes before the tears can fall.

“Hey, are you crying? Ugh,” Grayson tries to reach for my face but he just couldn’t. The fight is so close and I thought I’ll fucking lose him.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt ripped, blood trickling down his temple. I grab the first–aid kit from the dresser, my hands trembling as I rummage through it for antiseptic. “It’s fine,” he mutters, but I know he’s lying. I crouch in front of him, dabbing the cut with a cotton pad, and he hisses, his hand gripping the edge of the mattress. “Sorry,” I murmur, my fingers brushing his skin. “I was greedy, Grayson.”

I wanted too much. To the point that I almost lost everything that I have.

His eyes meet mine, intense, searching, and for a moment, the world narrows to just us. My hand moves from his thigh to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart beneath my palm. Alive. He’s alive.

I have to tell myself that.

But for how long?

I can’t stop replaying it–the fight, the way he lunged, the way he looked when he turned back to me, wild and furious. I can’t stop wondering if I’m going to wake up one day and he’ll be gone.

His hand slides up my arm, fingers tightening around my wrist. “Stop thinking,” he says, his voice rough

But I can’t stop. My hands clutch at his shirt, trembling as I sob into his chest. “I thought I was going to lose you,” I choke out. “You can’t do that to me, Grayson. You can’t. I can’t-”

He cuts me off, tilting my chin up with a rough touch. His eyes are dark, intense, as he gives me a kiss. It’s not soft–it’s desperate, messy, like he’s trying to say everything he can’t put into words. My fingers curl into his shoulders, pulling him closer as if he’ll disappear if I let go. His hands slide down my back, gripping my waist like he’s holding onto me just as tightly. I feel a shiver run through him, or maybe it’s me–I can’t tell

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“I’m here,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough, breaking. Tim not going anywhere.” But his words don’t calm me. Instead, they pull another sob from my chest. He kisses me again, harder this time, like he’s trying to swallow the pain, the fear, everything His hands move to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing away my tears, but they just keep coming

“You scared me,” I whisper, my vone shaking “You can’t–you can’t just durow yourself into danger like that

Not without me”

He doesn’t answer Instead, he leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm and uneven. I love you so

much

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as his hands slide under my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. I feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic

I whisper, my voice

me, his eyes wild and full of something I can’t quite name. Without a word, he lifts

“You’re hurt, please?”

the buttons of my shirt,

me. His eyes roam over

murmurs, his voice so low it’s almost

flush, and I can’t help but look away. But he catches my chin, forcing me to meet

demands, his

something raw, something almost desperate in the way he’s looking at me. “I love you,” Grayson whispers again, trailing more kisses

what is he

hold

and I hate how easily I give it to him- how my legs fall open the

Goddess, I let him.

should scream, shove him off, remind him what he did–but my back arches instead. My breath

me like he’s starving,

My wounded alpha.

and he’s here–pinning me open

car, canines grazing

understanding what he needs

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or if this is his way of bleeding

now, all I want

angry version

chuckled lowly. ” Are

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

entrance with his cock, making me

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