His Trouble Maker

Chapter 159

Chapter 159

JESSICA

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There's a total of 12 alphas in this pack village. Grayson’s been their alpha since the start. That's also 12 packs

that are being protected by them. Children, women and warriors. It's enough to offer protection for us and start

to hunt the hybrids and bring them down.

But, that also means a 12 village pack that will be put at risk just to save slife.

Am | selfish?

No.

All my life, I've devoted it to being a warrior. That madetough and cold but never heartless. | want to be a

warrior to not just be strong but also to protect our village.

Grayson'’s always been the sway, but tonight, he went too far.

Is he really willing to sacrifice that much just for me?

The moon's rising, full and heavy, and the wolf instirs, restless. | can’t show weakness, not now.

After my talk with Jack, | have these thoughts. If | run away now, then I'll stop whatever Grayson plan is but that

also means I'll be forever severing our bond and he’ll probably never forgive me.

If I run away right now, I'll save his soul by sacrificing so many wolves for me.

The moonlight cuts through the trees, casting long shadows that seem to claw at the ground. My thoughts are a

tangled mess, like the roots beneath my feet. Grayson'’s always been the alpha, the leader, the protector. But

tonight, he crossed a line.

His wolf was too close to the surface, too raw, too dangerous. I can still feel the heat of his anger radiating off

him, like a bonfire about to conseverything in its path.

My fingers twitch, itching to reach out, to calm him, but | know better. He's not just my alpha-he’s my anchor,

my other half. And right now, he’s teetering on the edge of something I can’t pull him back from.

If | leave, | save him. But if | stay, I'm asking him to burn down everything he’s built for me. The pack, the

villages, the lives-they’re all in his hands.

My wolf is restless, pacing inside me, torn between loyalty and survival. | don’t know what's right anymore. All |

know is, if I let him do this, there's no going back. And I'm not sure | can live with that

“Hey, here you are,” Grayson’s words pullback into my reality.

He's standing a few feet away, his hands stuffed in his pockets, like he’s holding himself back.

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“Yeah,” | say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just needed sair.”

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He nods, his eyes searching mine. Then, without warning, he closes the distance between us, his arms wrapping

aroundin a tight, almost desperate hug.

“I couldn't find you,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice trembling. “I thought you left.”

I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. “I’m right here, Gray. I'm not going

anywhere.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with emotion. “Promise?”

“Promise,” | say, rising on my toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

He doesn’t letgo far, his hand cupping the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss, slow and achingly sweet.

When we finally break apart, I'm breathless, my cheeks flushed.

“Okay, okay,” | laugh, pushing him back playfully. “Are you done with your meeting?”

Grayson grins, that lopsided, irresistible smile that always unravels me. “Done? Not even close. But you're way

more important.”

His hands slid down to my waist, pullingcloser again. | can feel the warmth of his body, the way his breath

hitches just slightly when | press against him.

“You're clingy today,” | tease, tipping my head back to look at him.

“Can’t help it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead. “You're impossible to let go of.”

| roll my eyes but melt a little anyway. His arms tighten around me, and he nuzzles into my neck, leaving soft

kisses along my skin. I laugh, squirming, but he’s relentless.

“Grayson,” | protest, but it comes out breathless.

“What?” he mumbles, not stopping.

“You're supposed to be working.”

“I'am,” he says, lifting his head just enough to meet my eyes. His are dark, intense, and | feel that familiar pull in

my chest. “I'll work you up a little bit before | go back.”

“You're trying to distract me,” | say, but my voice is shaky.

“Is it working?” he asks, his lips grazing my car.

| shiver, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Maybe,” | admit.

He chuckles, low and deep, and his hands move higher, exploring, teasing. | can’t think straight, my mind foggy

with the heat of him.

“Grayson,” | whisper, my voice barely audible.

He pulls back, his eyes locking on mine. “Look at me, Jessica.”

nune.

.. against the wall. My breath hitches as his body presses into

He doesn’t wait. His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, tearing at my clothes. | feel the cool air hit

my skin, and then his mouth is on my neck, biting just enough to makegasp.

“Shit. | want you, Jess,” he growls, his voice dark and possessive.

Grayson slipped two fingers inside ofand began to slowly workup. My back arches, and | bite my lip to

keep from crying out.

“Grayson,” | whimper, his na plea on my lips.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he spinsaround, pinning my chest against the wall. His hands grip my wrists,

holding them in place above my head. “Stay still,” he mutters, his breath hot against my neck.

| feel him behind me, his hardness pressing against my backside.

His other hand tugs at my hair, forcing my head back. “I wanna hear you,” he demands, his voice rough.

I moan, unable to hold it in any longer. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake.

“That's it,” he mutters, his breath hot against my skin. “You're so fucking tight.”

He pulls his hand away, and | whimper at the sudden emptiness. But before | can protest, he’s on his knees, his

tongue replacing his fingers.

| gasp, my hands tangled in his hair as he licks and teases me, his mouth workinginto a frenzy.

“Grayson, please,” | beg, my voice broken.

He stands, towering over me, his eyes wild. “You want me?” he growls.

I nod, unable to speak, my body trembling with need.

“Say it,” he demands, his hand gripping my throat just hard enough to make my pulse race.

“I-I want you,” | stammer, my voice shaking. “Please...please!”

My pussy clenched around his fingers, and | bit another whimper.

“You're so desperate, aren't you?” he taunts, his voice low and dripping with amusement. Before | can respond,

he grabs my hips and forceinto my knees.

| gasp, heat spreading throughas he chuckles darkly. “Such a good little toy,” he mutters, his fingers tracing

the curve of my jaw.

I know what he wantsto do.

Grayson smirks, his eyes dark and predatory as he watchesfumble with his belt. My hands are shaking,

clumsy with need, but he doesn’t help. He just waits, his breath heavy, his jaw tight. Finally, | get it open, and

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his pants fall to his thighs. | don’t even have tto think before he’s grabbing my hair again, forcing my face

to his cock.

“Lick it,” he growls.

| obey, my tongue moving tentatively along his length. He groans, his grip tightening in my hair. “Faster,” he

snaps, and | do, my mouth working him until he’s hard and throbbing in my hand.

“You can do better than that, girl.”

| swallow hard, my lips parting as he pushes himself into my mouth. He's rough, unforgiving, and | can’t keep up.

He pullsback by my hair, his cock shining with my spit, and chuckles darkly. “You're such a mess,” he taunts,

his fingers tracing my swollen lips. “Such a pretty mess.”

| nod, tears pooling in my eyes. Grayson’s trying to hit the back of my throat. He's so fucking big and | don’t

think I can take him.

|

gag, tears welling in my eyes, but he doesn’t stop. “Take it,” he growls, his voice urgent, low, and dangerous. His

hands dig into my hair, pullingcloser until | can’t breathe. My hands clutch at his hips, trying to push him

away, but he’s too strong.

He thrusts into my mouth, rough and punishing, each movement a demand for submission. I choke, my body

trembling, but he doesn’t care. “That's it,” he whispers, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of sweetness.

“You're doing so good for me.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “You love it when | make you suffer.”

I shake my head, but he just smirks, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls mé closer. “Liar,” he says, his tone

playful but cruel. “You're dripping foralready.”

He slows down, just enough to letgasp for air, but it's not mercy-it’s torture. His thumb brushes over my

bottom lip, and he leans in, his breath hot against my skin. “Begto stop,” he says, his voice soft but

demanding.

“Please, | choke out, my voice trembling. “Please, Grayson, | can’t—"

That's a lie. I'm enjoying this. | need more of him so | can feel something.

He cutsoff with another thrust, deeper this time, and | feel myself losing consciousness. Just as everything

goes black, he pulls away, leavingcoughing and gasping for air.