Jessica
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Is it wrong to make out with my Alpha right in front of my house?
Goddess, probably but it doesn’t stop me from chasing Grayson’s lips as he pinned me harder into the hood of his car.
A drop my head against his shoulder, augh slipping out of me. This is so insane. “I should go inside,” I mutter, heart thundering.
His mouth drags down my neck, teeth grazing. “You should go,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “Or we’ll bete for patrol.”
My brows pull together. “Patrol?”
He watches me, eyes dark with something feral, something too alive. Then his fingers–those rough, calloused fingers that always find the most fragile parts of me–tuck a strand of hair behind my ear with an intimacy that makes my knees scream. “Pierce didn’t tell you?” he says.
I shake my head, throat closing.
“Told me what?”
His jaw ticks. Grayson’s eyes drag over my face like he’s memorizing me onest time before he says something that’ll gut me.
“Tell me what, Grayson?”
“We’re ssifying ranks next week. You’re in the trials.”
My breath catches. My stomach drops.
“What?”
“You’ll be tested. Against the others.” His voice is low, nearly a growl. “Then after that, we’re going to discuss if what department you were going to be assigned to.”
My stomach drops.
Grayson steps closer again, body aligned to mine, his mouth brushing my ear.
“You’ll pass, Jessica,” he growls. “You hear me? You’re not ending up hidden away, filing reports, serving food like some good little girl.” His hand tightens at my waist. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll drag you to the top if I have to.” His lips skim the shell of my ear. “You were born to fight. And I’m going to make damn sure they see that. Even if I have to break you to prove it.”
A few hourster, I still couldn’t breathe right as I hear Grayson deliver the news to others. We were round up on the filed listening to his
instructions.
“Fights will be one–on–one, no interference. We’ll be watching everything–how you hit, how you fall, how fast you get the fuck back up. You’re not just fighting to win. You’re fighting to prove what you’re worth to this pack.”
His eyes skimmed across us like we were nothing but bodies to be broken open and sorted into piles.
“The top five,” Grayson says, pausing, gaze slicing through the group, “get first pick of assignments. Warrior units. Defense positions. Patrolmand. The rest…” A cold smile. “Well. You better like kitchens and border clerking.”
I can’t swallow. I nce around–most of them are older. Bigger. Harder. I feel like I’m already bleeding and no one’sid a hand on me.
“You got a week,” he growls. “Train. Hunt. Learn to fucking think.”
I stare at the spot where he left before, I turn to Logan beside me who is already nervous as hell.
“He’ll definitely choose you, right?”
I let out a shaky breath. “Only if he’s desperate.”
Loganughed. “Come on. You’re fast. You don’t hold back. That’s more than half these guys.”
“Right. The other half is having actual muscle mass<b>.</b><b>” </b>
He nces at me sideways. “You’ve got rage. That counts.”
I shrug, biting the inside of my cheek. Rage burns hot, but what if it burns out too fast? I made a promise to myself I’m not going to end up behind a fucking desk.
I’m not going to rot in some corner of the pack house filing reports while the others bleed for the territory.
I shove my sleeves up, step out onto the dirt. It’s dry, packed down hard from all the boots. I can feel the vibrations of footfalls, people
starting to circle, square off.
Logan follows close, staying half a step behind. “So… partners?”
“I’m not training with you.”
“Why not?”
1 nce over my shoulder. “Because I like you.”
“That’s insulting.”
“Exactly.”
He groans<b>. </b>I stop walking. Turn.
“You wanna get better?”
“Yeah.”
“Then don’t train with someone who’ll go easy on you.”
Logan looks away, jaw tight.
He knows where I am going. I turn on my heel without another word. However, just as I was about to round up on the corner, I freeze seeing the Grayson’s father and Ariaughing about something.
I quickly bow my head and greeted him. ” Alpha.”
Grayson’s father doesn’t look up immediately. Instead, he lets out a low chuckle, and when he finally nces my way, his eyes narrow like he’s measuring me, trying to figure out my name.
“Jessica,” he says it with recognition. “Didn’t realize practice was over already. She’s Pierce younger sister. Very different though in terms of strength and ability.”
The insult stings, but I don’t let it show. I force a smile that’s all teeth. “The practice just ended alpha,” I bite out.
Aria, standing a little too close to him, tilts her head like she’s some perfect little princess. “You’re going home after practice?” she remarks, her tone too sweet, almost insulting. “I guess, the young wolves in our pack have more dedication, huh?”
I grit my teeth, not giving her the satisfaction of my irritation.
The Alpha chuckles low, that dark sound that doesn’t reach his eyes. But when his gaze finallynds on me, I feel the sting of his disappointment cut deeper than any of Aria’s little jabs. His lips curl like he’s tasting something bitter, and his words drop from his mouth like daggers, “Go back and train again, omega.”
Omega.
It feels like a brand, a mark I can’t rub off, and the bitterness swells in my throat.
Grayson’s father turns away, walking toward the center of the field where the others are gathered. Aria follows, her heels clicking sharply against the dirt. I watch them for a moment, the urge to step forward and rip her down a few levels wing at me. To shove her off her high horse, to remind her that she’s no better than the dirt she’s walking on.
But I stop myself.
There’s no point. Not now.
Instead, I swallow that fury. Let it settle deep in my chest, where it can simmer. Let it burn. Aria will get what’sing to her. Sooner orter, she’ll slip, and when she does? I’ll be there to grind her into the dirt.
AD
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