His Trouble Maker

Chapter 172

Chapter 172

GRAYSON

“There. You’re clean now.”

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She whines, soft and raw, tail curling tight around me as I drag the towel over her soaked fur. She hadn’t been able to shift and I don’t know why. Somehow I’m starting to get afraid that something is wrong with her.

I don’t want to think anything and I certainly don’t want her wolf to feel like I don’t want her but this is a first for me.

“Shift, Jessica,” I murmur, voice low, almost desperate. “Let me feel you. Let me bring you back to me.”

Still nothing.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

Her gold eyes flick to mine, wild, confused, vulnerable. “Come on, baby,” I growl, voice rough, teeth bared. “I need you. Don’t make me wait.”

She whines again, nudging my thigh, pressing close.

“Okay. I won’t force you,” I told her as I lifted her fully and carried her on our bed. I set her down gently, pressing her head against the pillow, letting her body sink into the mattress. “What’s gotten into you, anyway?”

I know she’ll never understand what I am saying. I let myself watch her for another minute before I sigh and went to the asshole outside of my house.

Jack steps inside as soon as I open the door. “So…did you find her?”

“Yeah. And she’s mine. Don’t get any ideas, asshole.”

but there’s a hint of caution now. “Oh?

into the mattress near her, feeling her tremble under my gaze.

I can feel her focus slowly, dangerously, drifting toward me again. My wolf hums, approving, hungry. I lean closer, inhaling her scent, letting the storm

did you tell

leans back lazily, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he’s daring me to snap. “Relax,

one she saw. Every word out of your mouth, she felt it. What did you

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her that sometimes it’s fun to

low, tail bristling inside me, and my teeth grit. “She’s mine, Jack. Don’t fucking

faltering, just a fraction. “Okay, okay…point taken. Don’t need

I mean…doing it in wolf form?” His tone is teasing,

claws tightening, heat snapping through my chest. “What

clearly loving my reaction. “You know…wolf you, wolf her. The chase, the…

I hiss, voice low and feral. “She’s

anymore. All I can think about is her–fur slicked with rain, muscles coiled, golden eyes sharp, defiant, wild. My wolf growls in my chest, echoing the

Damn it.

back, letting a guttural, feral howl tear out of me, raw and possessive. It rattles the walls, rattles my bones, and even

thought,” he shouts between chuckles. “It

shoving him away from the bedroom door and into the

think she’s damaged,

frown. “What do you

in front of me. “She told me I was

Riot. That name.

guilt. “She… she compared me to him. Said I reminded her of him, the way I was chasing her.

my

and I think he got her wolf confused…and also

up his hands,

can’t let him see it. That tiny, unbearable fear: that one day she’ll wake up and realize it’s always been Riot. That

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