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Chapter 11
JESSICA
“Grayson-"
“Shut up,” he growls.
| shove at his chest-hard-but it’s like pushing against a wall of muscle wrapped in rage. He doesn’t budge.
Instead, he catches both of my wrists in one hand-fast, rough-and yanks them up over my head, pinning them
against the cold
metal shelf behind me.
The shelf rattles violently. Something tumbles off-a can? A box? | don’t know. It crashes to the floor like thunder,
but I barely hear it.
I'm too busy trying to breathe.
His other hand grips my jaw-firm, possessive-and angles my face to the side like he’s done it a thousand times
in his head.
“Stop talking,” he snarls.
Then he licks me.
God.
From the curve of my neck all the way up to just under my ear-slow, wet, claiming-and | swear | feel it in every
nerve, every fucking inch of me.
I shiver.
My stomach flips.
Heat coils low-deep and fast and wrong.
“God, you taste...” he groans, voice wrecked. “Fuck.”
His mouth drags back down-kissing, sucking, biting-and | can’t even think straight. It's too much.
“You don’t get it, do you,” he mutters into my skin. Another kiss. Another bite.
My fingers dig into the metal shelf behindlike it’s the only thing keepingupright. “I've waited for this,” he
groans. “Dreamed of this mouth. This neck.”
He anglesagain, dragging his tongue over my pulse, and | swear | moan like he just touched between my
legs. My breath stutters. My hips twitch.
I'm not even trying to hide it.
“Grayson-
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“So soft,” he rasps. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
His hand slides under my shirt. Rough fingers against bare skin. | gasp again, my body arching into him on
instinct.
“I hate you,” | whisper.
His tongue slides up my throat again. “Lie better,” he growls.
blink. Hard. The memory rips away like it burned me-like my body still feels him pressed against mine, mouth
hot and filthy against my skin.
Asshole.
My gaze rips into the field and to the asshole standing at the edge of it like a goddamn statue-arms crossed,
shoulders squared, eyes locked on me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrayson fucking Westwood.
“One more lap,” he barks.
Loud. Sharp. In front of everyone.
| freeze.
| know half the pack’s watching now. Warriors. Trainees. Even that one she-wolf who keeps batting her lashes at
him like he’s not Satan in a black shirt.
“Are you kidding me?” | snap, turning with fire in my eyes. “I've done seven.”
Seven.
My legs are shaking. My lungs are begging. My shirt is soaked. And my pride? It’s already bleeding from the way
he’s been ignoringsince that goddamn kiss.
Logan jogs up beside me, panting.
“I told you not to piss him off earlier,” he mutters.
I glare. “I didn’t do anything.”
The sky groans above us.
Dark clouds churning like the gods are watching this mess and seriously considering throwing hands. | feel a
drop hits my shoulder. Then another.
The air shifts-wet, thick, and mean.
One more, Wilkinson,” Grayson calls out.
| turn slowly, chest heaving, legs trembling, blood hot in my ears. “I've done seven,” | bite out. “Everyone else
did five.”
Then make it eight
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| take one step forward, ready to snap, ready to tell him to shove his order right up his smug Alpha ass-but he
cutsoff before | even open my mouth.
“Or you can be a fucking example of what a weak omega looks like.”
The words hit harder than they should. Harder than he probably meant them to. Or maybe he knew exactly what
he was doing. | freeze where | stand. Logan mutters something under his breath-“Dude, what the fuck?“-but |
don’t hear the rest. Everything else fades. Because the second Grayson said that-weak omega-something inside
My throat tightens. My chest burns. My eyes start to sting. Fuck.
No. Not here. Not in front of all these people. Not in front of him.
He kissed me. He touched me. He said | was his-acted like | was something he wanted, something worth
chasing. And now he’s standing there like I'm just spathetic trainee he gets to humiliate in front of the pack.
Like that storage room. never happened. Like | imagined it all.
| feel heat crawl up my neck, like shand fury are fighting for space under my skin. | won't give him the
satisfaction. | won't let him seebreak. | straighten my spine, force the wobble out of my voice.
“Fine,” | spit, each word sharp and laced with glass. “You want one more?”
And before anyone can say a word, before the tears can fall, | run.
The sky opens up aboveas | hit the track. Thunder rolls across the field like a warning, and the first drop of
rain slaps against my cheek like a second insult. Weak omega. His voice keeps echoing inside my skull, louder
than the wind, heavier than the pounding of my feet.
“Fucking weak?”
1 round the far edge of the field, lungs on fire, heart slamming like it’s trying to punch through my ribs.
“Fuck you, Grayson!”
| don’t care who hears. | hope he hears. | hope the whole goddamn pack hears. Let them watchrun-let them
choke on
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Weak?
He calledweak after shoving his tongue down my throat like | was the only thing he ever fucking wanted.
After gripping my wrists like he couldn't decide whether to kissor strangle me. After looking atlike mine
meant something.
And now I'm the example?
Bite me, Alpha.
Better yet-choke on it.
My feet hit the track again, splashing through a puddle so hard water hits my thigh. | don’t stop. | run faster.
Harder, Likel
can outrun the sound of his voice. The heat still between my legs. The burn in my throat from swallowing
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Gods, | let him touch me.
| liked it.
And now he wants to paradelike spathetic, mouthy little omega who can’t keep up?
I'll show him weak. I'll show him fucking feral.
imagine his face under my boot.
imagine spitting in his mouth after | make him beg.
My eyes burn. | blink hard, once, twice, don’t let the tears fall. | won't cry over him.
Not today.
Not when my thighs are still clenching like they miss his fucking leg.
“Fucking bastard,” | snarl under my breath.
| swear to the Moon, if he comes nearagain-if he even looks at me-something growls behind me.
My breath snags.
| stop mid-stride, mud sucking at my boot like the forest itself just toldto fucking freeze.
Shit.
+20
My body jerks, breath hitches sharp in my throat. | twist toward the trees-neck craning, shoulders braced-eyes
darting through shadows like | can see what the fuck is watching me. My heart's pounding now, wild and fast,
the kind of panic that makes your mouth taste like metal.
| step back.
Then another.
Heel hits a root-
| stumble, catch myself on a tree, hand scraping bark, eyes still locked on the dark.
The bushes move.
I crouch slightly, knees bending, weight shifting to the balls of my feet. Ready to run. Ready to shift. Ready to
fucking die if
I have to.
“Show yourself,” | whisper, voice shaking so hard | almost choke on the words. It sounds pathetic. Weak. | hate it.
Rogue.
It's a fucking rogue.
| try to step back again, but the moment | move, the thing snarls-loud-and then it's on me.
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A massive body slams into my side, knocking the breath straight out of my lungs. I hit the ground hard, shoulder
first, spine cracking against wet earth as claws dig into the dirt beside my head.
The rogue is on top of me, snarling, drooling, heavy. Its breath reeks-hot and sour and feral-and it snaps at my
face, teeth gnashing inches from my cheek like it wants to rip it off and wear it.
| thrash beneath it, kicking, punching, claws barely formed, but it’s stronger. So much fucking stronger.
“Get off me-get the fuck off!” I scream, bucking my hips, trying to twist free, but the bastard just snarls louder
and shoves
| feel its claws scrape across my ribs. It bites down on my shirt-snaps its fucking head back-and the fabric splits
like skin. Shoulder to stomach, shredded. Gone. | feel air. Cold. Exposed. Like it's already tasted me.
The cold air slams into my bare skin and I shriek, twisting, punching, anything-my nails rake across fur but it
doesn’t flinch. Doesn't fucking move. It just growls again, deeper now, almost satisfied.
Its snout lowers to my neck. | feel teeth graze my skin-not biting, not yet, just threatening.
My throat is burning. My legs are shaking. My hands are soaked in mud and blood and I'm still fighting-but it's
not enough. I'm not fast enough. Strong enough. | can’t get it off.
It's pinninglike I'm prey.
And that’s when it happens.
| break.
I don’t think. I don't care.
| just scream-
“GRAYSON!”
Louder than I've ever yelled his name,
“GRAYSON!”
“HELP ME!"
My voice cracks on the last word. Tears mix with the rain and the rogue rears back, lips peeling over teeth, ready
to sink them straight into my throat.
“GRAYSON!” | scream, throat raw, voice shattering through the trees-
right as the rogue sinks its teeth toward my neck and-
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