Alpha Luna 14
Chapter 15
GRAYSON
I’m so fucking stupid.
“You’ll never fucking have me.”
Are you sure about that, baby? Are you real fucking sure? I swear that smart–ass mouth of yours really knows how to fucking hurt me.
“Fucking Omega,” I hiss under my breath, glaring down at my drink like it owes me answers.
“What was that?” Pierce glances over from his little orgy of a situation – omega on his lap, another leaning too close like I won’t break her fingers for it.
I don’t even bother looking at him.
“Nothing,” I grit out.
Because what am I supposed to say?
Hey, Pierce, you’re little sister is such a bitch I want to fucking tie her in my bed and fuck the attitude out of her.
“You good, man?” he asks, raising a brow like he thinks he’s funny. “You look like you wanna bite someone’s head off.”
I look at him. You have no fucking idea. I down the rest of my drink in one pull, slam the glass down harder than necessary – loud enough to shut him up.
“Maybe I do,” I growl, standing up so fast the chair scrapes across the floor like a threat.
Pierce watches me like he knows better than to ask. “Where the fuck you going?” he calls out.
I shove my hands into my pockets, boots already pounding toward the door. “Where do you fucking think?” I bite back over my
shoulder.
I’m done letting that mouth of hers get the last word. She says I’ll never have her? Baby, I already fucking do. After last night, Jessica left the cabin without saying anything. She rejected me. She fucking rejected me. And that… that shit hurt.
Is that bitch fucking sleeping now?
One way to find out. I slam the door of my truck so hard the whole thing shakes, grip the wheel like I could rip it clean off if I wanted to, and I start the engine. It pisses me off so bad I almost laugh. That stupid, reckless, big–mouthed little omega who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up – probably curled up right now in that tiny fucking bed like life’s real sweet
for her.
Warm. Soft. Safe. Fucking clueless.
Probably drooling into her pillow, wrapped up in some shitty blanket like she didn’t just stand there tonight and rip my fucking chest open like it was sport.
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Like she didn’t spit in my face and tell me I’ll never fucking have her.
Stupid little brat. Fucking dumb, delusional omega. Does she really think it works like that? That she gets to cut me down, run her fucking mouth like a filthy little whore, throw all that attitude at me like I won’t fucking do something about it and then crawl into bed like the world owes her peace?
Nah, baby.
It would be so fucking easy to claim her. To mark her. To fuck her full of me until this whole goddamn pack knows exactly who she belongs to without me having to say a fucking word.
I kill the engine and sit there for a second, breathing through my nose like that’s gonna do shit for how fucking pissed I am. This side of the forest wraps around the back of her house. Pierce and I used to run through these woods like wild fucking kids sneaking out, sneaking back in–never thinking twice about it.
Funny how shit comes full circle.
“Nope. Nothing happened that night.”
“Ugh. Logan, you are such a whore.”
Jess walks closer to the window. I press a hand against the rough bark of the tree nearest her window because if I don’t, I might walk right through the glass.
Her legs are bare. That stupid little sleep shirt hangs loose on her shoulder like an invitation she doesn’t even know she’s seriding.
My teeth grind hard enough I taste copper.
She looks outside. Right fucking at me. Her brows twitch like maybe – just maybe – that stupid little omega instinct of hers is working for once in her life.
“Yeah. No, nothing is wrong. I just thought I saw something.”
You fucking did. Me. My tongue drags slow across my bottom lip, rough, filthy, like I could taste the fear she should be feeling right now but isn’t.
She turns away and I heard her giggle before saying goodbye to Logan. I lean back against the tree, shoulder pressing into the bark, arms crossing tight over my chest like it might hold me together for one more second,
My head tilts up.
The moon’s right above me. Watching. Silent. Big fucking eye in the sky like it’s just as sick as I am. I wonder if this is what the Moon Goddess had in mind. Fate. Mates. Destiny. Bullshit.
I wonder if she knew how fucked up I’d end up. Watching a bratty little omega who has no goddamn idea that the man she’s been screaming at all her life is standing ten feet away thinking about how good her throat would look in my fucking
hand.
I shut my eyes just for a second. Just long enough to drag the rage down from my throat and bury it somewhere deep. 1 still have time to train her so she’ll get strong and be my Luna or I can start begging my father and prove how much lam
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fucking obsessed with her.
It’s Jessica Wilkinson or no one.
Fuck. I open my eyes and goddamn it because Jess is fucking standing right infront of me.
“This is stalking,” Jessica said. Her hands are on her hips as she stared down on me. Stared down. Un–fucking–believable. “What are you doing here, Grayson?”
My eyes drag from her bare feet in the dirt–up those ridiculous legs – up the curve of her hips – slow enough that I want her to notice. I could marry that stubborn little streak and bury my cock in it for the rest of my life.
I roll my shoulders back–lazy, loose, dangerous and step out from behind the tree like this forest belongs to me. “I’m waiting for Pierce.”
She barks out a sharp little laugh. Bitter. Bratty. Fucking perfect. ” Outside of my room?”
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