His Trouble Maker

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Chapter 176

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“You’re not going to kill me, aren’t you?”

Stupid Jack.

Sometimes, I wonder why his pack has chosen him to be their alpha.

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It’s fucking scorching, and I might as well melt under this bastard sun. Sweat drips down my spine, sticking my shirt to my skin, and every step kicks up more dust than I care to breathe.

Jack’s ahead of me, shoulders tense, jaw tight, pretending he’s not feeling the heat. He’s good at pretending always has been. Doesn’t make me want to kill him any less.

“Not gonna kill me, huh?” he throws over his shoulder, voice casual, baiting me.

I snort and grab the back of his neck, squeezing until I feel the tremor in his pulse. “Keep talking. See what happens.

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He stumbles when I shove him forward, boots crunching on dry earth.

“Where are we going anyway?”

“You’ll see.”

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The rogues are a mess. Starved, broken, wild. A dozen cages lined up like some kind of execution ground, shadows slicing across rusted bars. One hybrid throws itself against the steel, frothing at the mouth, claws leaving bloody streaks. Another crouches in the corner, ribs sharp under mangy fur, its eyes glowing like coals in a pit.

Jack slows. Instinct. His wolf knows what this place is.

“Relax,” I say, voice flat, cold. “They’re chained. For now.”

He shoots me a look over his shoulder, lips curling back from his teeth. “You enjoying this?”

I grin, slow and sharp, like I’ve got all the time in the world to break him. “You have no idea.”

I walk past him, claws sliding free, just because I know it’ll piss him off. The rogues rattle the bars as I move, the smell of fear and fury thick in the air, coating my tongue like copper.

I slam my fist into the nearest cage, iron groaning under the hit. The wolf inside shrieks, ears flat, tail tucked. Jack flinches, a tiny twitch of muscle I almost miss.

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voice carrying over the snarls. “Why did you bring Jessica to this

bitter. “Because you’re not giving credit

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in his collar as I slam

“Stronger?”

he bites back, lips curling, breathing hot between us. “She’s not some

is low, humorless, and dangerous. “You think I guard her because she’s delicate? No, Jack. I guard her because she’s mine. And because this filthy thing ruined her-” I slam him harder, the cage rattling violently, the rogue inside yelping.

push me off. I let him go and went to the last cage

Yes, Logan.

an improvement with him. We’ve been doing

status.

and bone

I leave with nothing but more bodies rotting

there’s no cure, no fix, then all I can do is end them. Put them down like rabid dogs before they rip

these creatures in these cages used to wear my crest,

in skin, hybrids twisted into something

I

bars, and Logan lifts his head. His eyes aren’t gold anymore, not the bright shade I remember. They’re

my name on

the rot on his breath, close enough to see

voice is gravel and threat, claws screeching sparks off the bars. “Talk to me. Don’t you fucking fold

word. Smart. One word from him right now and I’ll rip his fucking throat out just

“Logan!”

from those eyes. And then, slowly, he laughs again,

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his head

So much worse than the last

tearing out of his throat,

“Kill me! Kill me!”

his name, but it