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.”

but I don’t smile. “Helpful. Really helpful,

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Jack.

that’s his freaking

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with our situation.

his plan for us but it will

learned through everything is that Grayson never trusts anyone–not even

and annoyingly confident. But right now, I

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

my arms, feeling the tension in my

“Because you don’t have a choice. And deep down, you know Grayson’s way isn’t the only

jaw tightens. “Grayson’s kept us alive

for a second. “Surviving

caught off guard. “What’s that

forward, my boots crunching on the dry leaves. The forest

returning. “Relax. I’d know if

So, you’re basically a walking alarm

“Something like that. Now, keep up. We’ve got

another tantrum.”

for sure–this guy’s trouble. But right

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

nestled in the valley like it’s been there forever. The faint glow of fires flickers between the trees, and the low hum of voices carries up, carried on

a smirk tugging

tone casual, but my chest feels heavy,

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I can’t

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This isn’t some fairy tale. Out here, you either keep up or get left