Page 107 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Knox’s knot was gone.

“Time’s up,” I sighed.

Rogue grinned, and I found myself fixated on how beautiful it was, even with a split lip and a bit of blood on his teeth. He got to his feet stiffly.

Rogue peered around, then took a few steps from the bed, foot nudging the pile of chains from the night before. Then he leaned down, picking up a little metal object.

He returned to me, sitting at the bedside, and reached for my collar. He fiddled for a moment, and then the chain came free of my neck, leaving just the golden collar.

“I should probably go. Best not be around when he gets free. I’d let him cool off a bit before you release him.”

“Okay…” I was a bit sad he hadn’t touched me, but from how turned on he’d been when I’d climbed onto Knox, I don’t think it was because he didn’t want me.

He reached out, catching a wavering hand just in time before he touched me.

A sad whine slipped from my chest.

I saw his eyes shift to Knox briefly, jaw set. Then, Rogue ducked toward me, fingers curling through my hair as he arched my neck and pressed his lips to mine.

Dangerous.

Daring.

But it filled my soul with so much joy, feeling his claim on me. And I’d left mine on him, too. That perfect little heart.

Good, because I didn’t know when I could get to see him again.

Then the kiss was gone, and so was he.

I turned back to Knox and Bunny, giddy, a smile still lingering on my lips.

I knew Knox was mad, but I was overjoyed.

“I think he likes us,” I whispered, leaning close and nuzzling my cheek up to Knox’s chest. I drew a little heart across his skin. “Did you hear that, Bunny? He said we can all be together.”

So far, every moment of my life had been spent running from monsters, trying to find the thinnest thread to hang onto. Something small, but something good.

This dream, though. It was almost too big to fit—my lungs felt too full even thinking about it.

Problem was… Well, Knox was gonna need a little more work.

But we could get him on board, right?

Hmm.

I peered up at him, but he was still staring at me with fury in his eyes, chains still holding his wrists and neck exactly where he was in bed.

The second I let him go, I was so fucking dead.

I could run and hide for a while. Sometimes Dan’s pack just needed time, and they found somewhere else to put their anger. On the other hand, if they did find me, they were twice as pissed.

But uh, we’d been here before, just the other way around with the whole gun thing.

What had he done after?

I think we can do that, Bunny.

I hurried to the bathroom to get supplies, and the fury in his eyes had been replaced with confusion by the time I returned with a bundle of warm cloths.

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