Page 120 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I realised, suddenly, her sketching had come to a halt. “Did I say something wrong, Daddy?” Her round, violet eyes were fixed on me. I swear she was weaponizing that title, but I couldn’t even be mad. “Should never have told him what we were, Bunny,” she whispered, glancing away. “Now he’s going to hate us.”

I snorted, and she paled as if it was another moment she hadn’t realised she’d spoken out loud.

“Why did you start calling me that?”

She considered that carefully. “Because you’re a liar.”

I reached out, cupping her cheek and tilting her chin up to face me. “A liar?” I asked as I held her full attention.

“You told me I couldn’t take Rogue’s punishment because then he’d go feral.”

“I did.”

“I don’t think that’swhyyou didn’t do it,” she said, a wobble of a triumphant smile on her face like she’d cracked an impossible puzzle.

Ah.

I didn’t even think that was something I could be proud of.

She’d seen past the poorly concocted lie on why I hadn’t wanted to beat the shit out of her with knuckle dusters.

It seemed it was, to her, of utmost fascination that the answer might be that I just didn’t have it in me.

The bar for Thistle, it seemed, was subterranean.

Looking at her, though, glossy black hair, observant violet eyes, and strange, strange mind that was, it turned out, as fragile as it was wondrous, I wanted that bar raised sky high.

She frowned when I said nothing, nervous eyes already second guessing. “So, you don’t mind?”

I paused.

I should tell her I did.

Cut this off now, since there was no happy ending. Not with how attached she was to Rogue.

“I shouldn’t have done it,” she muttered. “Ace saved me once, you know? A few weeks after he brought me home, one of his guards tried to kill me. Had a knife to my throat and everything… And then… He was there. Put a bullet right through that dumb guard’s skull—it all looked so pretty. I called him Daddy, and he told me to shut up. Guess he didn’t like it.”

My stomach dropped like a stone, fury hitting a boiling point.

Ace was an idiot. She needed better—deserved fucking better.

Not from me…

Tell her she can’t.

Who did I think I was, fucking about with her as if there was something normal on the horizon?

But I jumped as she shifted the sketchbook aside and dug her teeth into my arm hard enough to pinch. “You’re all mine, Daddy,” she hummed.

I fought my possessive growl at that—at the way the world faded in my vision, instincts rearing their head.

I’d never, in my life, met an Omega who could undo me like she did. “If I bit you, would you accept?” I asked.

She went absolutely still. “Is that… an offer?”

The words were coming out before I could stop them. “It could be.”

“Would you take him from me?”

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