His Trouble Maker

Chapter 186

JESSICA

Where in the Moon Goddess name am I?

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My head swivels from left to right, the iron clinking as the chains bite into my wrists. I always knew Jack is a fucking traitor, but I didn’t think he’d sink this low.

“Jack,” I hiss into the dark, voice raw and trembling with fury. “When I get out of here, I’ll carve your name into the dirt myself.”

A low chuckle answers me.

My eyes strain against the dark until I catch the outline of broad shoulders slumped across from me. His arms are yanked high, the same iron biting into him that cuts into me.

“Jessica,” Jack rasps, voice hoarse, threaded with pain. “If I were the traitor, do you think I’d be locked in here

too?”

—

My pulse stutters. For a second, the fury falters but only for a second. The coup is still howling outside, claws against steel, wolves tearing at wolves. And here we are, both chained, both useless.

“Then who, Jack? Who had the strength to drag both of us down here while the pack rips itself apart?”

His head lifts, slow, the chains grinding with the motion. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”

My stomach knots, but I don’t let the fear show. “Don’t you dare play cryptic with me.”

The last thing I remember is trying to get out of Jack’s hold as I try to rescue Grayson.

“Is this your plan? Hand me over and play martyr beside me?”

“Damn it, Jessica,” Jack growls, jerking at his restraints. His voice isn’t sly now–it’s desperate. “Shut up.” His head snaps toward the door, eyes wide, feral. “They’re coming.”

Coming who?

Panic rises, slowly morphing into terror. Who is coming? I’ll have to get out of this place before whoever they are reach that door. Grayson, please.

it is doesn’t need

ragged. “Whatever happens, don’t look them in the

I can even ask what he means, the cell door creaks open,

Hybrid. And now, the mate of Alpha

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empty.

“Don’t… don’t turn.”

mind, straining, desperate. The whisper comes again, closer this time,

more. Look at you,

against the chains, trying to find it, to see

good. Ambition suits you. But

shivering, my hands straining at

meek… dangerous. Ambition like yours… it’s rare.

Who

neck like fire. “I am… everything you crave and everything you fear, little

head back. Pain shoots through my scalp and my body jolts against the chains. I feel the weight of someone pressing close, almost

the voice murmurs, low and playful, almost satisfied.

over the mark, mocking it, daring me to react. My stomach twists violently, a shiver of revulsion and fear crawling over me. The predator’s hot breath brushes my ear, the

my cheeks, unbidden, as shame,

I choke out, voice breaking. “Whoever you are…

drifts along my neck, brushing my ear. “Go? Oh, little wolf… I could, I suppose. But where’s the fun

chains, raw desperation in his voice. “Don’t touch her!” he roars, straining against the iron. “I swear–if you lay a finger

The command is sharp, cold, final. A swift, brutal strike catches Jack across the temple. His

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you do?

murmurs, low, amused,

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this person right here, and I’ve survived. My fists curl into tight balls, knuckles whitening, as

are. You think you can intimidate me, play your games, threaten my mate… but

almost approving. “Ah… such fire. I like that. But don’t worry about him,” it murmurs, glancing toward Jack’s slumped form. “He’s just passed out. Nothing