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

is ragged. “Whatever happens, don’t look them

sets my blood on fire. Before I can even ask what he means, the cell door creaks open, and a cold wind slices

now, the mate of

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cell is empty. Jack swears under his

“Don’t… don’t turn.”

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

hungry for more. Look

twist, jerking against the chains, trying to find it, to see it,

curious. That’s good. Ambition suits you. But careful… ambition can be deadly, little wolf. You’ve already cost

flinch, shivering, my hands straining at the

weak, not meek… dangerous. Ambition like yours… it’s rare. And deadly. Do you

Who are

you crave and everything you fear, little wolf. And

my body jolts against the chains. I feel the weight of someone pressing close, almost merging with me. A hot, sharp brush of air follows,

murmurs, low and playful, almost

but it’s useless. Cold, sharp fangs press against my neck, grazing the tender skin 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 whisper teasing,

unbidden, as shame, rage,

choke out, voice breaking. “Whoever you are… just let

cruel laugh drifts along my neck, brushing my ear. “Go? Oh, little wolf… I

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

A swift, brutal strike catches Jack across the temple. His head snaps back. His

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What did you

low, amused,

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

think you can intimidate me, play your

about him,” it murmurs, glancing toward Jack’s slumped form. “He’s just passed out. Nothing permanent…