<b>Chapter </b><b>30 </b>
<b>JESSICA </b>
Grayson is so fuckingte. That asshole. He told me to wait in this spot and now he’s nowhere to be found. I was silently cursing him in my
head when I heard a familiar voice.
“Jessica…”
Huh?
“Jessica…”
<b>What </b>the fuck. I sit up sost the room tits. Did 1-1 <b>Was </b>1-7 My eyes dart, frantic. I scan the room and realize I’m in my own fucking bed. But why am I here? Thest thing I remember is I was waiting for..
“Shit,Grayson.”
I quickly jump off the bed and grab my phone, dialing his number. It’s past midnight already, and this is beyond ridiculous. What the hell happened? The phone rings. <b>Once</b>. Twice.
“Pick up, you asshole…
A third ring and I’m already out of my room, finding Pierce so he cane with me to check for Grayson instead I stop in the middle of the hall, blink like because that is weird. Our kitchen’s light is on. Mom is not around, and Pierce is probably sleeping at this hour. Something feels… wrong. So, I tiptoe and walk near our kitchen. I spot Pierce and Grayson standing by the kitchen ind, beers in hand. I lean in closer, trying to catch every word.
“50, you and Aria are back, huh?”
I feel the ground slip out from under me. My stomach drops, a wave of nausea rushing over me.
Aria. Grayson’s fucking ex?
I barely breathe, pressing my back to the wall, my chest tight, <b>as </b>if I’ve just been punched. My eyes burn, the sting of tears threatening to spill, but I don’t let them fall W What does he mean by that?
Pierce’s voice, quieter now, almost too calm. “So what are you gonna do about it!”
Graysonughs, and the sound ws at my insides. It’s rough, like he’s trying to mask something, but it only makes it worse. “Don’t know
yet. But my father wants her to be my Luna.”
Luna, His Luna. His ex
It’s like a knife twisting in my chest. The tears I’ve been holding back surge, but I force them down, biting the inside of my cheek until <b>it </b><b>hurts</b>.
I want to scream, but I can’t. I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like they’re full of concrete
I close my eyes, fighting to hold it together. But the pressure inside me builds, and for a moment, everything <b>spins</b>. Grayson… Luna…
I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known.
What the fuck am I? Just <b>a </b>fucking distraction?
Grayson speaks again, and I freeze, straining to catch every word, <b>to </b>understand how I’ve gotten here.
Chapter <b>30 </b>
“So what do you think?” Grayson’s voice is rough, but there’s something else in it, something that sounds like frustration Demmyba letart
Pierce’s s voicees next, calm but pointed. “Does it matter what I think? You’ve already made your decision. Haven’t <b>you</b><b>? </b>
I can feel the pit in my stomach widening, my heart pounding faster, like it’s trying to escape.
Grayson sighs. “You know how dirty the old man ys. He threatened me that if I don’t do what he wants, he’ll give it to
My mind races, scrambling to make sense of it. The name sounds familiar but I cannot remember who it is.
“I’m confused as <b>fuck</b>, Grayson mutters again. He lets out a harshugh, one that’s empty. “I don’t know, man, Maybe I just marry the girl Maybe that’s how I get out of this mess.”
It hurts, goddess, it fucking hurts.
It all falls apart. My chest is tight, my throat burns like I’m choking on broken <b>ss</b><b>, </b>but I don’t make a sound. He was <b>always </b>going to choose her, wasn’t he? Shit. More tears stream down my cheeks and I feel so fucking pathetic. Everything hurts. Every single fucking part of <b>me </b>aches. It’s like I’ve been carved out, hollowed out, and all that’s left is this raw, gaping hole.
I wipe at my face, but it doesn’t matter. The tears just keeping, relentless, like they know what I can’t even admit to myself. I was such a
<b>fool </b>thinking I was the one using him <b>for </b>my own leverage <b>but </b>look at where it got me.
I’m pathetic for even thinking there was something <b>real </b>here.
The tears won’t stop. And neither will the ache, the one gnawing at me from the inside, tearing me apart.
It’s all just so goddamn <b>stupid</b>.
I <b>don’t </b>know how I went back to my room that night. I just know that it really happened. I woke up with my <b>eyes </b>hurting because I couldn’t stop crying. The tears had soaked my pillow, my face raw, swollen.
I’ve never felt so stupid.
What the hell did I expect? That Grayson would change for me! That he’d somehow look at me and see something worth keeping<b>? </b>
Haugh, but it’s bitter, like bile in my throat.
It was past noon when Logane barging into my room. He was practically pulling the cover <b>out </b>of me when I snap way his jaw drop is dramatic.
and just let him. The
“Shit,” he curses under his breath. His eyes dart to my face, like he’s afraid to see what’s so fucking obvious, but when they do, he doesn’t even try to hide his shock. “Who made you cry, Jessica?”
I hate how soft his voice is, like he’s trying to <b>piece </b>me back together with nothing but pity.
“No
one,” I lie but Logan doesn’t buy it. His gaze hardens<b>, </b>like he knows exactly what’s going on in my head, like he <b>can </b>see the thousand tiny cuts Grayson left in me and it drives him <b>insane</b>,
“Come on, Jess,” he mutters, a tone so masculine I almost thought he’s a <b>guy</b>. “Who the fuck am I going to kill?”
I almost want tough at how ridiculous it sounds. I almost want to say something snarky–Oh, sure, Logan, go ahead and <b>murder </b>the future alpha for me.
Logan doesn’t let me off the hook. With one swilt motion, he drops beside me on the bed. “Jess.”
“Logan, just–drop it,” I mutter, pulling the nket over my head but
izan doesn’t back down. Instead, he pulls the covers off me wit force I don’t expect, and now I’m wide open, no hiding try to look anywhere but at him, anywhere but those goddamn worried eyes. “Pop My voice is shaky, but i don’t care. “To fine.“I wave a hand, like brushing this off will make it go away
He doesn’t. He leans in, his hand gripping my chin gently, but firm enough that I can’t look away.
“Who, Hurt You
We’re still in 1 position when the door to my room suddenly opens, and Grayson and standing there, staring at us like we’remitting a crime
“Oh shit” Pierce’s voice cracks, the shock evident as he turns around, looking like he’s disgusted by what he’s seeing “<b>Jesus </b>it’s damn afternoon 1thought you two were just best friends?!”
I try to sit up straighter, but Logan’s hand is still on my chin, and it feels like everything is moving in slow motion. Grayson doesn’t look at me -he’s staring at Logan, his gaze cold, dark,
I can’t look at Grayson, I can’t. The hurt is too fucking much. I turn my head slightly, away from his gaze, away from the way his eyes seem to pierce into me.
Logan shifts beside me, his grip on my chin loosening. “Rx, Pierce,” Logan says, unaffected. “It’s not what you think
I want to say something anything to make this stop. To make everything stop, but all I can do is sit there, staring at my hands, feeling like the biggest fucking mess in the world.
“Are you fucking serious right now, Jessica?” Grayson spits out, practically seething, eyes burn on me.
I feel the rage building in me, a heat that’s hotter than his. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t fucking get to shout at me like he didn’t fucked with
Without thinking I turn to Logan, standing too close to me. My chest is tight, everything in me is a wound. I don’t even care if I’m making the worst fucking decision. I grab the <b>back </b>of his neck and pull him to me, crashing my lips into his, the taste of desperation and fury flooding my
I want him to feel it. I want Grayson to feel it. The fury, the ache, the fucking betrayal.
My eyes never leave Grayson’s, mocking him, daring him to say something. To say the fucking words that will make me <b>care</b>, that will make me stop. But I don’t think he can. He’s too busy watching, too busy realizing that I don’t give a single shit about him anymore. That I never fucking will
He can go fucking that slut all he wants but I am done with him.