His Trouble Maker

Chapter 179

GRAYSON

If she stays, she dies. If she sees this, I lose her.

Damn it.

Quickly, I stalk toward Riot only to freeze when he lifts his head and grins at me. Blood drips from his chin, glistening in the dark.

“Still keeping your little toy safe?” he taunts, voice guttural, throat shredded from too many screams and not enough sanity.

My claws flex. “What are you doing here, Riot? I thought we had a deal.”

He staggers a step sideways, circling like a wolf drunk on madness, saliva thick as he spits into the dirt. “A deal? You mean your leash?” His laugh is a cracked, broken sound. “You thought you could bind me–cage me like one of your rabid dogs. You forgot what I am, Grayson.”

I match his circle, boots grinding over blood–soaked earth, every muscle wound tight. “I didn’t forget. I gave you mercy. That was your last one.”

Riot lunges a step, sudden and sharp, shoulders twitching as though his skin can’t contain him. My weight shifts.instinctively, claws snapping free with a metallic scrape. He halts just short, lips pulling back in a grin too wide, eyes glowing red at the edges.

“Mercy,” he sneers, chest heaving. “You call that pit mercy? You call watching me rot while you fucked her mercy?”

A growl tears through me before I can leash it, the sound vibrating through my chest. I prowl forward, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his ruined body. “Careful.”

His grin splits wider, jagged. “Oh, I see it now. You marked her, didn’t you? Or were you too afraid? Afraid she’ll see the truth when her wolf wakes–that her Alpha’s a coward who couldn’t finish me when he had the chance.”

I strike, claws flashing, but he’s faster than he looks. He jerks back, dirt exploding under his heels as my swipe cuts the air where his throat was a heartbeat ago. He circles again, weaving, feral, every twitch a provocation.

“You can’t kill me,” Riot snarls, voice vibrating with manic certainty. “If you could, would have. That’s why you’re trembling, Alpha. That’s why you’re standing between me and her instead of putting me down.”

Her. Always her.

shoots up, fisting in his collar, slamming him back a step. “I’ve given

Riot!”

leash isn’t a life,

my claws deeper into his chest, forcing him closer until his breath is hot and

Chapter 179

“Let’s go. Somewhere private.”

30 Vouchers

forest swallowing us whole. Every stagger he takes, I

half–choking, half–laughing. “Scared she’ll learn her Alpha’s just

forward harder, my own growl running hot in my throat. “You and I finish

shove him again, harder, until his heels gouge

the pack. If they see him

his brother into the dark unless he’s too afraid to end it in

everything complicated on my own

a tree so hard bark

“He’s fine.”

眼

grinds. “Don’t

is low, rasping, less wild than before. “Pierce has always been smarter than both of us. He

less out of rage now, more to keep him steady. My pulse hammers

left behind. “You’ve got Kade circling your throne and Jessica whispering in the dark. You’re so busy playing king, you forget the blood that actually

and claws, choking down challenge after challenge. Kade waiting to make a

Riot’s right, and all I did was

going to mark

I’ve spoken them. Low. Rough. Not for Riot’s ears, but they