His Trouble Maker

Chapter 161

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.

into my palms to keep from

Not my proudest moment.

is screaming to leap, to shred,

But I can’t.

They’ll smell Jessica on me. They’ll sniff out the heat

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restraint. He doesn’t care about strategy, doesn’t care about Kade’s games. He only knows one truth: enemies bleed, or we

I want to lunge.

spine snap between my jaws. I want to paint the dirt with

But I stay.

every muscle trembling with the effort not

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

laughed, snapping jaws, claws tearing dirt, daring us to deny

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

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

tails high, hackles raised, the promise of violence thick in

to hold back. My wolf howled in my blood, clawing at me to

under the moonlight. “Don’t play dumb with me, Kade. I know what I smelled.” His wolves stirred behind him, yellow eyes glowing, their hunger bleeding into the night air.

against my skin so

Fuck you, asshole,

have her. You’ll never even say her name again if

sniffing my borders, Roman, and

crows.”

The ground itself felt tight, trembling under

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

soon.”

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