His Trouble Maker

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

GRAYSON

Damn it.

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Every instinct in me is begging for blood. Rogues. Their stench is everywhere, crawling into my lungs. scratching at my wolf until he’s clawing against my skin. I should shift. I should tear through them, rip their throats wide, and let the forest drink what spills.

That’s who I am.

That’s who I’ve always been.

The beast that doesn’t hesitate.

But now… now there’s Jessica.

She’s in there, sleeping, breathing soft, the only sound in this rotten world that keeps me tethered. She has no idea how fragile it all is–how one wrong move could end her. The Alphas don’t want her here, the rogues would gut her for sport, and every choice I make is a damn coin toss between saving her and destroying her.

My pack is gone. Burned. Buried. Every life I should’ve protected, taken because I chose her. Because I couldn’t let her go. And I’d make the same choice again, even if it damns me.

But if these rogues scent her? If they know what I’m hiding?

They’ll rip her apart first.

And I’ll follow them straight into Hell just to drag them back out and make them beg for death.

The howl comes again, closer, taunting, and I swear my control fractures. My wolf doesn’t want patience. He doesn’t want reason. He wants slaughter.

And Goddess help me–so do I.

“What can I do for you, dear Roman?” Kade’s voice cuts through the night, smooth, calm, the kind of tone that makes enemies second–guess themselves. He’s standing in the open, welcoming rogues like a snake charming prey.

digging half–moons into my palms to keep from shifting, Hiding. Fucking hiding. Like some coward

Not my proudest moment.

me is screaming to leap, to

But I can’t.

look–just one–and these rogues will know. They’ll smell Jessica on

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against my ribs, furious at my restraint. He doesn’t care about strategy, doesn’t care about Kade’s games. He only knows

I want to lunge.

snap between my jaws. I want

But I stay.

heaving, vision rimmed red, every muscle trembling with

yellowed fangs. “Moon–blessed. Word is you’re hiding her. Give

snapping jaws, claws tearing dirt, daring us to

with the need to shift. Mine. The word roared through me, relentless, absolute. Mine to protect. Mine to

cold and sharp enough to cut. “Rumors. Nothing more. But keep sniffing at my borders, Roman, and I’ll scatter your

hackles raised, the promise of violence

to hold back. My wolf howled in my blood, clawing at me to lunge, to rip, to show them

smelled.” His wolves stirred behind him, yellow eyes glowing, their hunger bleeding into the night air. “Not just any bitch. You’re hiding her.” His

against my skin

Fuck you, asshole,

her. You’ll never even say her name again if I get

borders, Roman, and I’ll scatter your teeth in the dirt for

crows.”

air. The ground itself felt tight, trembling under the weight of too many claws ready

Kade. She’s bleeding into the wind. Every wolf within a hundred

soon.”

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