His Trouble Maker

Chapter 175

Chapter 175

GRAYSON

“Did you tell her?”

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Kade’s eyes are glued to his papers, flipping like the world doesn’t even exist. I sip my coffee, bitter, hot, eyes. on the frost creeping across the glass. Cold bites at my cheeks, but I’m too satisfied–too alive.

How the hell could I tell her when her wolf is restless, whining low, claws flexing in her chest? My pulse quickens. That damn wolf of hers… always trying to answer before she does.

“She’ll find out when she finds out,” Kade mutters.

I growl low, amber eyes snapping to him. “Don’t fucking tell her yet, Kade.”

He finally looks up, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. “But the full moon is in three days, Grayson. That’s your last chance of marking her.”

Three days.

Three goddamn days.

And she’s out there, so tantalizing, her wolf pressing against her ribs even as she looks calm, innocent–or pretending to be. Mine.

I have to control this. I have to make her mine on my terms, my rules.

It’s seriously making me insane–her losing control with her wolf. Something triggered it. Something dangerous, something that made her wolf snap like that. And I need to find out.

There’s no margin for mistakes. One misstep, and she–or I–pay the price.

Jessica doesn’t know it, but I’m already three moves ahead. Her hybrids are only the start–everything, every part of her, will be mine soon enough.

after that… there will be no running, no hiding, no pretending. She will be mine, completely, and I will never let her go.

her wolf, her defiance. Every inch of her will

fraying. She is mine–already–she just doesn’t know it

when the full moon rises… there will

like that look Grayson,” Kade

“What look?”

quickly put the mug down and told Kade a goodbye before I ran out of

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hers… she’s not yours to snap at just

knows, and I know, and that’s more

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hallways blurred past me, every instinct alive, wolf snarling beneath my skin. Jack’s door came into view, and I didn’t even knock. I yanked it open and slipped inside, closing it with a hard

of him–cologne, leather, traces of sweat. My wolf growled low,

“Jack?”

panic scratching his tone. Bathroom? Bad call.

mid–step, eyes widening, shoulders stiffening. Smugness bleeds

with old

other alpha, then vaults out

barked, and without warning, I

back hitting solid wood, his hands scrambling to push me off–but I

panic rising in the scent I could

growled, pressing closer, nose brushing his, amber eyes flashing, wolf

he stayed there, every heartbeat, was a provocation I could barely

quivering, trying to pull

what happens when you cross me,” I snarled low, teeth flashing

let him scramble for his clothes–but my eyes never left him. My wolf purred, ready to claim, to punish, to

around with other alphas–doesn’t disrupt the pack?” 1 growled, each word jagged, spitting like fire. “You’re stepping

you have any idea what you’re risking?” I hissed, leaning closer, pressing him against the wall again. “Every choice you make ripples through the pack. Every

cover himself, but my eyes didn’t leave him. Every inch of him laid bare under my scrutiny–sweat,

I’m not throwing you out “I growled,

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