Chapter 175
GRAYSON
“Did you tell her?”
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Kade’s eyes are glued to his papers, flipping like the world doesn’t even exist. I sip my coffee, bitter, hot, eyes. on the frost creeping across the glass. Cold bites at my cheeks, but I’m too satisfied–too alive.
How the hell could I tell her when her wolf is restless, whining low, claws flexing in her chest? My pulse quickens. That damn wolf of hers… always trying to answer before she does.
“She’ll find out when she finds out,” Kade mutters.
I growl low, amber eyes snapping to him. “Don’t fucking tell her yet, Kade.”
He finally looks up, that smug smirk tugging at his lips. “But the full moon is in three days, Grayson. That’s your last chance of marking her.”
Three days.
Three goddamn days.
And she’s out there, so tantalizing, her wolf pressing against her ribs even as she looks calm, innocent–or pretending to be. Mine.
I have to control this. I have to make her mine on my terms, my rules.
It’s seriously making me insane–her losing control with her wolf. Something triggered it. Something dangerous, something that made her wolf snap like that. And I need to find out.
There’s no margin for mistakes. One misstep, and she–or I–pay the price.
Jessica doesn’t know it, but I’m already three moves ahead. Her hybrids are only the start–everything, every part of her, will be mine soon enough.
Three days. Three goddamn days. And after that… there will be no running, no hiding, no pretending. She will be mine, completely, and I will never let her go.
I’m going to claim her–her body, her wolf, her defiance. Every inch of her will know that I am hers.
But every second, the hunger spikes, my control fraying. She is mine–already–she just doesn’t know it yet.
And when the full moon rises… there will be no mercy.
“I don’t like that look Grayson,” Kade said.
“What look?”
I’m fucking starving. I quickly put the mug down and told Kade a goodbye before I ran out of his office.
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“Careful, Grayson. That wolf of hers… she’s not yours to snap at just yet.”
I don’t need him to remind me–the wolf knows, and I know, and that’s more than enough.
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The hallways blurred past me, every instinct alive, wolf snarling beneath my skin. Jack’s door came into view, and I didn’t even knock. I yanked it open and slipped inside, closing it with a hard thud behind me.
The room smelled faintly of him–cologne, leather, traces of sweat. My wolf growled low, claws flexing inside me, pressing me forward.
“Jack?”
“What, Grayson?” Jack shouts, panic scratching his tone. Bathroom? Bad call. Wolf snarls. I stalk closer anyway. “Fuck! Can’t you knock?”
The other alpha freezes mid–step, eyes widening, shoulders stiffening. Smugness bleeds out of him like water. Good.
“So… back with old habits again, I see?”
Jack tss’s, mutters something to the other alpha, then vaults out of the room in a blur of motion. Pathetic.
“Don’t say a word,” Jack barked, and without warning, I shoved him hard into the wall.
The smack echoed, Jack’s back hitting solid wood, his hands scrambling to push me off–but I didn’t relent.
“Tss–Grayson!” he sputtered, eyes darting, panic rising in the scent I could almost taste.
“I fucking warned you didn’t I?” I growled, pressing closer, nose brushing his, amber eyes flashing, wolf clawing at my ribs, hungry.
Every second he stayed there, every heartbeat, was a provocation I could barely tolerate.
Jack gulped, body quivering, trying to pull himself upright, but I held him there.
My fingers flexed like iron, my pulse hammering. “Move, and I’ll show you exactly what happens when you cross me,” I snarled low, teeth flashing in a predator’s grin.
He stammered something incoherent, and I let him scramble for his clothes–but my eyes never left him. My wolf purred, ready to claim, to punish, to dominate.
“You think this little game of yours–sneaking around with other alphas–doesn’t disrupt the pack?” 1 growled, each word jagged, spitting like fire. “You’re stepping on lines you don’t get to cross.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re risking?” I hissed, leaning closer, pressing him against the wall again. “Every choice you make ripples through the pack. Every misstep? Mine to punish.”
His hands fumbled at the waistband of his pants, trying to cover himself, but my eyes didn’t leave him. Every inch of him laid bare under my scrutiny–sweat, fear, arrogance still clinging like a bad perfume.
“You’re lucky I’m not throwing you out “I growled, an amber gaze dark, wolf purring in dangerous
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anticipation. “Lucky I haven’t decided how much of this pack I want to use you for.”
He swallowed hard, words stuck in his throat, and I could smell the tension radiating off him.
“Understand this,” I spat, claws grazing the wall inches from his ribs, “one more slip, one more game, and I won’t just punish you—I’ll make sure every alpha who thinks they can play around you remembers exactly who runs this pack. And it isn’t you.”
Jack loves to play this game and I’m acquainted with it but I can have him doing this when there is a war waiting for us.
Jack’s jaw snapped shut, teeth flashing. He shoved me, chest slamming into mine. I stumbled–just enough for the wolf inside to roar.
“You really want this?” I hiss, teeth flashing, voice low and sharp. “War’s coming, Jack. And your little rebellion? I can crush it–or you. Your call.” I step closer, claws flexing, heat radiating off me. Walls close, space shrinking. “Pack rules, Jack,” I growl. “No fucking other alphas.”
I reach up, gripping his jaw in one hand, tilting his face so his eyes lock with mine. His defiance flickers, and I feel the wolf inside him tense.
“Say it,” I growl, voice low, dangerous, vibrating with hunger and authority. “Say you won’t cross me. Say you won’t touch other alphas again.”
I tighten my grip slightly–not enough to hurt, just enough to dominate.
“I… won’t,” he hisses, eyes darting away for a fraction of a second, then back to me, challenge still faintly burning there.
“Good,” I murmur, releasing his jaw, but letting my hand linger near his neck, my claws brushing the skin. “Because one slip, one bite of betrayal… and you’ll regret it. Not just me, Jack. The pack will remember.”
I step back, letting him draw a shaky breath, letting him simmer in the knowledge that I will allow no mistakes–no disruptions, no games–when it comes to protecting Jessica. Every alpha in that room will know: cross me, and there’s hell to pay.
I reach out, brushing my fingertips across his cheek–just enough to startle him. Soft, yes–but the pressure, the intent, is a warning: step out of line, and you’ll regret it.
“Come,” I growl, teeth flashing, my voice sharp as steel. “You’re coming with me. Now.”
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