His Trouble Maker

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.

Three goddamn days. And after that… there will be no running, no hiding, no

going to claim her–her body, her wolf, her defiance. Every

hunger spikes, my control fraying. She is mine–already–she just doesn’t know it

full moon rises… there will

like that look Grayson,” Kade

“What look?”

starving. I quickly put the mug down and told Kade a

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hers… she’s not

don’t need him to remind me–the wolf knows, and I

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door came into view, and I didn’t even knock. I yanked it open and

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

“Jack?”

his tone. Bathroom? Bad call. Wolf snarls. I stalk closer

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

back with old habits again,

something to the other alpha, then vaults out

a word,” Jack barked, and without warning, I

his hands scrambling to

darting, panic rising in

growled, pressing closer, nose brushing his, amber eyes

second he stayed there, every heartbeat, was a

to pull himself upright, but I held him

like iron, my pulse hammering. “Move, and I’ll show you exactly what happens

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

other alphas–doesn’t disrupt the pack?” 1 growled, each word jagged, spitting

risking?” I hissed, leaning closer, pressing him against the wall again. “Every choice you make ripples through the pack. Every

at the waistband of his pants, trying to cover himself, but my eyes didn’t leave him.

throwing you out “I growled, an amber gaze dark, wolf