His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

Grayson never learns.

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As much as he’s stubborn, I am more. And let’s be honest, the guy’s a walking disaster with a temper shorter than my patience. Seriously, does he ever *think* before he acts? Probably not.

I kick at the dry branches on the ground, the crackling sound satisfying even if it’s just me and the moon out here. Waiting. Always waiting for him to catch up. I pace, my boots crunching on the brittle leaves, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

Does he really think I’m going to let him sacrifice himself for me?

I stop and stare up at the moon, its pale light spilling over the trees. Grayson, Kade and the others are having some close door meeting. So I have time to set this up.

My pacing pauses when I hear footsteps. Not Grayson’s heavy, confident stride. No, this is lighter, deliberate, like someone’s toying with me. I whip around, and there he is.

Dark hair, sharp jaw, and a smirk that could melt ice–or start a fight. He leans against a tree, arms crossed, like he’s been watching me the whole time.

“Lost?” he asks, his voice smooth as silk but with a bite.

I narrow my eyes. “Nope. Just wondering how long it’d take you to stop creeping.”

He chuckles, low and throaty, pushing off the tree with a lazy grace that screams predator. “Creeping? Not really, hybrid.”

This is one of the alphas, and damn, he knows it.

My jaw tightens as he steps closer, his scent hitting me.

He tilts his head, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be rare and powerful, you look so…disturbed and, well, stupid.”

my lips curl into a snarl before I can stop it. “Wow, coming from the guy who probably spends hours in front of a mirror perfecting his ‘I’m dangerously hot‘ routine.”

He smirks, the corner of his mouth quivering in a way that’s annoyingly charming. “So you think I’m hot? Damn, Grayson will go berserk if he heard that, omega.”

Seriously, how many labels this guy is going to give me?

“Relax, omega,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. His eyes flick over me, lingering just a second too long. “I’m not here to bite. Not yet, anyway.”

don’t

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Jack.

his

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earlier telling me that he can help me with our situation. Grayson had a plan for

for us but

that I’ve learned through everything is that Grayson never

exact opposite. Cocky, smug, and annoyingly confident. But right now, I don’t have

a glint of mischief in his wolfish eyes. “You’re overthinking, omega. Just say

in

step closer. “Because you don’t have a choice. And deep down, you know Grayson’s way

kept us alive this

second. “Surviving isn’t the

blink, caught off guard. “What’s that supposed

step forward, my boots crunching on the dry

I’d know if anyone was watching. I’ve

basically a

and rough. “Something like that. Now, keep up.

another tantrum.”

One thing’s for sure–this guy’s trouble. But right now, trouble might

minutes of walking, Jack stops. It’s foolish for me to follow him. I

glow of fires flickers between the trees, and the low hum of voices carries up, carried on the wind. It’s alive. Primal. My throat tightens,

a smirk tugging at the corner of

say, trying to keep my tone casual, but my chest feels

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he steps closer, his presence like a storm rolling in. “But don’t get too comfortable. This isn’t some fairy tale. Out here, you either keep up or get left behind.” His eyes flash gold for a split second, and