His Trouble Maker

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

JESSICA

“Well, someone’s definitely had a good night.”

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Rolling my eyes, I sat beside Jack. My gaze scans his body, searching for wounds. He’s strong enough that no one should be able to lay a claw on him–but I check anyway. Instinct. Pack.

Because deep down, I know the truth. He’s here because of me. Because I couldn’t shut my mouth, couldn’t stay in line.

Kade’s just doing what an enforcer does, and Grayson–Grayson’s too blinded by his own fear to see anything clearly.

“You’re staring, Jessica,” he drawls, lips curving into that infuriating grin. “What? Hoping I’ve got scars you can lick clean?”

I bare my teeth. “Hoping you’ve got scars that hurt when I touch them.”

His laugh is sharp. “That’s my girl. Still a brat even when you’re the reason I got chained up.” He leans closer, close enough that I feel his breath ghost over my cheek. “Tell me, did you enjoy knowing I was down there? Did you piss him off?”

“Is that what you want?” I snap, chin tilting higher against his grip. “For me to piss Grayson off?”

That makes him laugh again, darker this time. He licks a slow stripe up his lips and shakes his head. “I just want you to know the truth.”

My pulse stutters. “What truth?”

“That you’re not weak as he thinks you are.”

Somehow, Jack’s words make my pulse pound harder, like he’s dragging claws through the parts of me I swore no one would see.

rougher now, eyes gone wolf–dark. “Grayson leashes you because he’s terrified of what you’d become if

tightens. “You don’t

him choking the air between us. “I do know. I’ve watched you bite your tongue bloody just to keep from tearing into him. I’ve watched you hide the fire that should’ve been burning down his pack years ago.” His gaze drops to my mouth, lingers, then drags back up. “And you fucking love that I see

“Jack-”

dark amusement, heavy with heat. “And you’ve convinced yourself that being his obedient little Luna is enough.” He tilts his head, a sharp smile cutting. “Content.

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at my throat but

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so close my lips tingle with the phantom brush of his. His scent floods me–wild, untamed,

I stared at

I know fully, terrifyingly… why I’ve always been drawn to him. Because he sounds like Riot. And now… he’s using

Using me.

hunger, making me question everything I thought I knew about loyalty, about

wolf stirs violently, desperate, confused but

breaking. “I… I love Grayson. And I won’t

but he doesn’t move to stop me. He just watches, wolf–hot and predatory, as I turn on trembling

wolf screaming in

shift again after–but

boots, rain soaks my hair, but I don’t feel it. My wolf is already prying at

“Let me out!”

snap, trying to hold her back, to stay human just a little longer, even

as my wolf screams in my chest. I’m barely holding

time Jessica! You can’t

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