His Trouble Maker

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

GRAYSON

“Where is she?”

Fucking hell.

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| only took my gaze off her for a second-just to make sure we weren't being swarmed by rogues-and now she’s

gone.

Jack’s smirk tellseverything. He knows. He's taunting me.

| grab Jack by the collar as soon as her scent reaches my nose. “Where. The. Fuck. Is she?”

“I can smell her on you,” | growl, pressing closer, claws digging into the leather of his jacket. “One word, and |

swear-"

Jack tilts his head, amusement dripping from his every move. “Relax, Grayson. You might want to save sof

that fury for when you actually catch her.”

“Catch her?”

The asshole nodded. Cracking the tension on his neck as he pointed at the direction of the woods. Damn it.

She run away from me.”

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“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing.”

| push him hard, almost having visions of ripping his neck. “Are you fucking sure?”

“Positive. But you might want to hurry. She’s fast when she wants to be.”

My wolf claws at my chest, screaming. Fast. Defiant. Mine. Without another word, | tear through the mud, the

rain, the storm, chasing her scent.

Why would she run away? And why now? Kade and | discovered anomalies in our perimeter, and | have to check

twice if we're being invaded. But fuck it-there’s only one priority now. Her. My Luna.

| pivot, dodging a fallen log, claws scraping bark, teeth bared. The storm lashes at my back, but my wolf doesn’t

care. It only wants her. Wants to tear through the distance, tear her out of the rain-soaked trees, and claim her

completely.

| push harder, sprinting, muscles screaming, teeth clenched. “Jessica!”

| know she hears it. She always hears me. And | know she’s running, thrilled, defiant, testing me. “Where the hell

are you?!”

What the fuck.

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I'm losing my breath as | run in pieces just to be whole again. And then-1 catch it.

Her scent.

| tip my nose to the wind, scent hittingfull force. She’s close. So close.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

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Another howl cuts through the storm and | fucking recognize it. Jessica let her wolf out and now she’s not in

control.

“Cto me, you little brat,” I growl, voice low, dangerous, feral. “You think you can run from me?”

Branches whip my face. Mud clings to my fur. Rain soaksto the bone. Doesn't matter.

I can smell her.

There.

Ahead.

A flash of movement, tail whipping, fur slicked with rain. “Got you.”

I slow, just enough to let her know she’s already cornered.

Her wolf is beautiful and destructive in its own way, but whatever it is she carries-fire, defiance, danger-it

intoxicates me. Every poisonous bit, I'd drink it just to have her.

Gold eyes flare under rain, teeth gleaming, fangs wet. | step closer, heart hammering, senses screaming. “Hey,”

I growl, curling my fingers, gesturing her closer.

The storm pounds around us, but I'm the only thing she’s hearing, feeling, sensing. “It’s okay. | won't harm you.”

Can she not recognize me?

| circle her slowly, letting the wind carry my scent straight to her.

Her fur bristles under the rain, spine arched, fangs glinting as she matches my movements, dangerous and

defiant.

“Closer,” | growl, teeth bared. “I'm not your enemy.”

I know she’s confused. She’s been through too much, fought too hard to trust anyone. What had happened to

her made her different. She’s been poisoned and manipulated.

“It’s alright... won't hurt you.”

She answers with a long, raw howl. “It’s okay baby. It’s me. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Every instinct screams to close the distance, to claim her, to drown in the raw fire of her defiance-but | don’t.

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Not yet. | slow, letting my gaze lock with hers, letting her feel it. | am safe. You are safe.

Rain lashes against us, soaking fur and skin, but | don’t care. The storm outside is nothing compared to the

storm inside me.

I can do this. I will do this. For a lifetime.

Finally, she lets out a purr before she drops to the mud, fur slick, body trembling, but calm in her own feral way.

Tail curling around her, eyes still locked on mine, she lays there, vulnerable yet wild, lettingsee her entirely.

| crouch a little closer until my hands are on her tracing the curve of her flanks, feeling the slick heat of her fur

against my palms.

“Good girl,” | growl, low and dangerous, letting my thumb brush along her jaw, teasing the tip of her ear. Her

body trembles under my touch, tail flicking, claws digging lightly into the mud-but she stays, eyes locked on

mine, daringto claim more.

| lean closer, letting my scent wash over her, letting her know this is mine. My wolf hums beneath the surface,

approving, echoing the hunger in my chest. Every inch of her radiates fire, defiance, and something so feral |

can't resist.

“Can you... let her back now?” She purrs, nuzzling her head into my hand instead. “I need you to shift. It’s

getting cold out here.”

She whines softly, tail curling tighter around me, head nudging insistently.

Clearly, she doesn’t want to.

| inhale, tasting the storm, tasting her, and let my wolf instincts guide me. “Fine,” | murmur, voice low, “But we

have to go back to our house. Is that okay with you?”

Her ears twitch, gold eyes flicking up at me, wary yet trusting, the tiniest tilt of surrender. She presses her wet

head into my palm, purring-a deep, dangerous sound that makes my chest tighten.

“Are you hurt somewhere? Can you run back?” My eyes scan every line of her body-thank the moon goddess,

nothing broken, just mud and soaked fur.

She twitches, letting out a sharp, playful growl, backing a step, then circling me, daringto move faster,

testing my patience.

“Easy,” | growl, tracing her spine with slow, possessive fingers, letting her feel my heat. “We move together. You

and me. Now.”

| rise, boots squelching in the mud, rain lashing my face, but | don’t care. She’s already moving, sleek and wild,

muscles rippling beneath wet fur, gold eyes blazing like molten fire.

“Stay close,” | growl, voice raw, and she flicks her tail, turning just enough to flash a glance at me—as if daring