His Trouble Maker

Chapter 172

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.”

hint of caution now. “Oh? Still in wolf

tremble under my gaze. “She’ll shift when she’s

her focus slowly, dangerously, drifting toward me again. My wolf hums, approving, hungry. I lean closer,

you tell

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

last one she saw. Every

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a little nervous now. “Oh…you know. Just reminded her that sometimes it’s fun to run, to play a little. To see who’s

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

his hands, smirk faltering, just a fraction.

tried it? I mean…doing it in wolf form?” His tone

through my chest.

back just out of reach, clearly loving my reaction. “You know…wolf you,

I hiss, voice low and feral. “She’s not some toy for your

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

Damn it.

It rattles the walls, rattles my bones, and even through it all, I can hear Jack’s laugh bursting like a twisted

thought,” he shouts between

anything else, I’m already shoving him away from the bedroom door

she’s

frown. “What

in front of me. “She

Riot. That name.

usual amusement replaced with a touch of guilt. “She… she compared me to him. Said I reminded her of him, the way I was chasing her. Said

her leaving me made my throat constrict in pain. That’ll be the

her and I think he got her wolf confused…and also I think she’s

his hands, wide–eyed,

between fury and fear. I can’t let him see it. That tiny, unbearable fear: that one day she’ll wake up

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