Alpha Luna 22_His Trouble Maker Luna

Chapter 22 

 JESSICA

 I gave Grayson freaking Westwood a chance.

 Oh, Moon Goddess! What did I do?

 I sit up too fast, feeling the dizzy spin of my head, the ghost of Grayson’s hands still burning on my skin. I shudder, trying to shake off the residue ofst night–the way I let him touch me, how I let it all happen. But the thought only makes my stomach flip more..

 I shouldn’t have said yes.

 I shouldn’t have let him get that close.

 fix itter. I’ll fix itter.

 However, I nce at the clock and realizeter is now. Training starts in twenty minutes. I’m alreadyte. For the first time, I don’t want to freaking gol I know I told myself I’ll y with him, but it feels so wrong. I am not a bad person. The whole thing feels stupid now.

 “Jess! Open t

 the door!” Pierce shouts from the other side, his voice <bced with impatience.

 I roll back into bed, pulling the nket over my head, as if it could somehow block out the chaos in my mind. “Go away, Pierce! I’m sick,” mutter, hoping my voice sounds convincing enough to make him leave.

 Thear him pause on the other side, a soft sigh slipping through the door. “Really? You’ve been fine all week. What’s going on with you?”

 I groan into the nket, pressing it tighter around my face, trying to push the reality of everything away. Why is he so persistent?

 “I’m not feeling good. Just leave me alone,” I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

 But before I can think any more, the door creaks open, and Pierce steps inside, all tall, broad shouldered, and looking at me like I’ve just done something he can’t quite figure out.

 “What’s going on with you?” He crosses his arms, eyes scanning me with that sharp look I’ve known my whole life.

 “I’m fine, okay?”

 “You don’t look fine.”

 “I am,” I snap, and immediately hate how brittle I sound.

 He sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “Look, Grayson’s been acting weird all morning.”

 My stomach drops

 He says the name so casually, like it’s nothing,ke it’s not soaked in sweat and guilt and me

 “What do you mean weird?” I ask, trying to sound casual, failing spectacrly.

 Pierce shrugs, steps further into the room/Just–off. He’s not talking. Just sitting there like someone died.”

 I blink. I physically flinch.

 He notices.

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 at me, connecting dots I didn’t even know I spilled. “Did something happen between you two?”

 “Wait.” He squints at me,

 My mouth opens. No wordse out. My body’s already betraying me–heat crawling up my neck, fingers twitching like they want to hit rewind,

 “Is Grayson giving you a hard time?”

 “No. He’s… whatever. It’s fine.” I force the words out like they don’t taste like shit in my mouth.

 Pierce raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Really? ‘Cause I can talk to him. Seriously, why do you hate each other?”

 Troll my eyes, snatching the nearest pillow and hurling it at him. “You’re so annoying,” I mutter, watching it fly andnd smack on his chest.

 Pierce catches it effortlessly, his lips twitching like he’s trying not tough. But his eyes stay serious. “Come on, Jess. You can’t avoid me

 forever”

 I throw the nket off me, sitting up with the urgency of someone trying to outrun their own mess. I grab the first excuse I can think of to shove him away. “I don’t need you ying therapist. Seriously. Just go.” The words spill out sharper than I mean them to, desperate to cover

 the truth.

 “You know I can tell when something’s up, right?” His voice softens, but there’s no humor in it.

 Thate that he’s always been this way. Always protective. Always hovering. Even with Grayson. Especially with Grayson, Pierce has always made it clear that Grayson doesn’t belong in my world. That I should stay the hell away from him. And the worst part is, I’ve never fully disagreed with him.

 Grayson’s a mess, and Pierce sees that,

 “Look, Jess, I don’t care what happened with Grayson, but don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he says, voice low, serious now,

 I re at him, my insides twisting like I swallowed a live wire, “What the hell are you talking about?”

 He runs a hand through his hair, eyes narrowing, “I don’t care if you two are ying whatever little games you’re ying. But if you’re gonna do this whole thing, don’t get too close to him, alright? Don’t get caught up in it.”

 “Caught up in it?” I scoff, not even trying to hide my frustration. “What the hell does that even mean?”

 Pierce steps further into the room, his eyes hard now, no trace of teasing left. “You know exactly what I mean. Grayson’s an ass. Don’t let him mess with you, Jess. You’re better than that? 

 I almostugh, but ites out more like a bitter exhale than anything else. “Better than that?” I shake my head, trying to get the sting of his words out of my chest. “It’s not that simple. It’s not just ck and white like you think. I’m not some-

 “Yeah, I get it,” he interrupts, his voice a little softer now, like he’s trying to find the right words without making it worse. “But I know you. And I know him. He’s not worth it.” He stares at me for a second, making sure I’m listening. “Trust me. Don’t deal with him. It screw you up.”

 I want to argue, but something in his voice stops me, makes me freeze for a second. He’s not wrong, Grayson is a mess of contradictions, and for some godforsaken reason, I keep getting tangled in them.

 Pierce watches me like he’s waiting for something–some kind of acknowledgment that I’m hearing him. And for a second, I want to tell him everything. To exin why I even let Grayson get that close, but the words feel like they’ll choke me.

 Instead, I throw my pillow at him again, this time with less force. “I’ll deal with it, Pierce, Just go. Please.”

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 Pierce doesn’t budge, just stares at me for a moment longer. Then, finally, he sighs, his shoulders slumping in resignation. “Fine. But so you know? The idiot’s outside, asking for you.”

 My eyes widen. “And you’re just telling me that now!”

 I quickly scramble to my feet, but my legs betray me, and I end up crashing to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets

 Pierce’sugh rings out, sharp and loud, cutting through the air like it always does. “Smooth, Jess,” he teases, leaning against the doorframe,

 ars crossed. “You really know how to make an exit.”

 I shoot him a re, heat flooding my face. “Shut up,” I growl, pushing myself up from the floor. My hands shake, frustration and panic swirling inside me. “What do you mean he’s out there! What the hell is he doing waiting outside for me?”

 Pierce shrugs, the smirk still ying on his lips. Probably he personally seeks you out so he can punish you for beingte”

 “It’s not funny, Pierce,” I snap, trying to find a decent clothes. Thest time we got stuck in a cabin and I got mangled by a rogue wat turn to him and his face turns sour. “Is that the same rogues that attack mom?”

 Pierce’s smirk fades, and for a moment, and that made me curious. When it </bes to things like that, he and Grayson kept it to themselves

 “Don’t talk about that,” he mutters, his voice quieter now.

 I feel my stomach twist, “What, the rogue attack? I also deserve to know so I can train better and help our pack-”

 “You will not be a warrior Jessica”

 My jaw drops

 I stare at him, wide-eyed, as if waiting for him to take it back, but his eyes are cold, serious, like he actually believes it. Like he’s sure. And for a second, everything in me goes cold. A lump forms in my throat, but I can’t swallow it down. It’s not just the words, it’s the way he says them— like it’s some kind of done deal, like I’m not even allowed to fight for my ce, for my worth.

 “You–you’re serious?” My voice cracks with a mix of disbelief and rage, and I take a step forward, my hands shaking as I fight to keep myposure. “So that’s it? I don’t even get a shot? You just–what, you just decide for me? What makes you think you can tell me what i can

 and can’t do!”

 Pierce’s face hardens. He doesn’t back down, and I can feel the anger rising inside me, scorching my insides, pushing everything to the

 surface.

 “Jess,” he says, the wordsing out like he’s exining something simple. “You’re a woon. This isn’t about strength or skill. This is about what’s expected of you. There’s a line, and you’re not crossing it. Not in our world.”

 Every word ms into me harder than thest. A woman.

 I tilt my head, theugh that escapes me nothing short of bitter.

 “A woman?” I scott, “Right, because that makes me what? Fuck you Pierce. You are just like Dad!”

 The words fall out before I can stop them, but the moment I say them, Pierce’s eyes darken, like a storm cloud rolling in. His jaw tightens, muscles goingut. His gaze turns colder, darker, as if I just stepped into dangerous territory–territory I have no business crossing

 “Don’t you darepare me to that son of a bitch, Jessica,” Pierce growls, his voice low but seething with rage. His chest rises and falls with every breath, and I can feel the heat of his fury radiating off him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

 He’s right

 Our dad is an asshole.

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 09:45 Tue, 5 Aug

 He left us. Chose the rogue life over his own blood. Over me. Over

 Pierce.

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