Page 121 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I opened my mouth, then shut it, realising there was no good way to answer that.

Of course I would.

Wouldn’t I?

I… I needed her. But he was her match.

“Why does the scent match mean so much to you?” I asked.

She’d been willing to do anything for Rogue long before she’d met him.

She shot a nervous glance at Bunny, pencil drifting aimlessly in the air above her sketchbook. “We need a scent match. Everyone else leaves. Rogue can’t ditch me…” She laughed anxiously. “My own dad gave me up. Ace tried. What if you… you pretend to want me now, then you scent match a real Omega?”

“If I bit you, that wouldn’t happen.”

No more scent matches. I would be locked in.

“Yeh, well…” She wrinkled her nose. “We didn’t get this far in the planning.”

I snorted. “You are a real Omega, Doll.” I shut my eyes. “And another scent match isn’t something you have to worry about.”

“Why?” There was a challenge in her eyes as she looked up at me. “Without a bite, you’re gonna go running the second they turn up.”

“She already has turned up.”

She froze, pencil slipping again as her eyes went wide.

“W-what?”

“You don’t need to worry.” My fingers dug into her waist as she tried to squirm away, as if that news changed anything at all. “She’s Hellspawn. I wouldn’t bond with her if she was the last Omega on the planet.”

Thistle froze.

Again, my mind flashed to that forest clearing.

The hours dragging on as my own instincts were turned inside out, one piece at a time…

Thistle, though, the beautiful Omega in my arms. She still looked afraid. “I’ve known about that scent match for years, Little Doll.”

“Doessheknow?”

“Yes. If I wanted to be hers, I would be.”

“She wants you?”

I breathed an empty laugh.

Yes, she did—fuelled with an ire I couldn’t fucking shake. “It doesn’t matter.”

Rogue, I hated, yet I’d take a pack with him over her a thousand times over. He was the rot that grew along the edges of hell’s crust.Shewas a demon in the flesh.

And yet, that thought was somehow a gift in a way it had never been. “What if I said I’ll bite you if you heat bond him?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

I realised, as insane as it was, I think I might mean it.

Wouldthat be enough?

A punishment enough that my hatred was paid…

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