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.

Whoever it is doesn’t

happens, don’t look them

Jack’s warning sets my blood on fire. Before I can even ask what he means, the cell

Wilkinson. Omega. Hybrid. And now,

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shadows. The cell is empty. Jack swears under his breath, jerking

“Don’t… don’t turn.”

I need to. My wolf claws at my mind, straining, desperate. The whisper comes again, closer this time, hot and dangerous, curling around

more. Look at you, Omega. Chained, yet you burn with a fire that could level packs, topple alphas… even

against the chains, trying to find it,

teasing sound that makes my stomach twist. “Ah, curious. That’s good. Ambition suits you. But careful… ambition can be deadly, little wolf. You’ve already cost so many for your rise,

hands straining at the

not meek… dangerous. Ambition like yours… it’s rare. And deadly.

Who are

everything you crave and everything you fear, little wolf. And I am far from done with

yanked hard, jerking my head back. Pain shoots through my scalp and my body jolts against the chains. I feel the weight of someone

the voice murmurs, low and playful, almost

the tender skin over the mark, mocking it, daring me to react. My stomach

as shame,

I choke out, voice breaking. “Whoever you

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

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

command is sharp, cold, final. A swift, brutal strike catches Jack across the temple. His head snaps back. His body slumps against the chains, limp.

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What did you do? Is

murmurs, low, amused, almost intimate.

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veins, sharp and raw. I won’t break. I have met more evil than this person right

you can intimidate me, play your games, threaten my mate… but I am not weak. I am not yours

such fire. I like that. But don’t worry about him,” it murmurs, glancing toward Jack’s slumped form. “He’s just