Page 130 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I hated it.

My fists closed in the blankets.

Don’t act crazy.

He didn’t like it when I lost my temper.

Act like an Omega who’d just woken beside her Alpha.

It was hard not to grab the blankets and run them along my skin. The fabric was still warm from his touch, his electric scent enough to make me dizzy—touch I was always so desperate for.

When Ace finished, he shut the door and turned back to the room. I shrank down beneath his ice-blue gaze.

He returned to the bed, watching me intensely, and I shifted to the edge of the mattress, nervously calculating how far I was from the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing, Omega?” he asked.

His eyes drifted to the fabric that clung to my breast, to the gown that was tumbling over my arm.

Was that look… wanting?

He hated revealing that he wanted me—got angry if I tried too hard to seduce him, but I’d never stop. Not when it came with this feeling of elation.

Of being… enough.

I opened my mouth, then shut it, letting the blanket fall. I was still chilly, and just like I’d hoped, his gaze flickered toward where my nipple pressed against the fabric.

“How did you get in?” he asked.

I bit my lip, eyes burning. I hated lying to him—I hated denying him anything at all—but if I told him, or even shot a glance toward the balcony, he’d make sure I never visited again.

And I think it was good for him to have me in here. It was my job to keep him well, even if I disgusted him.

“I… could take care of you?” I asked, hopefully.

“You think I need taking care of?”

“No.” I chewed on my lip. “Well… It’s been a while, and I thought you might want to… use me for some relief.”

This little voice in my head kept telling me he should want me, and I don’t know what I was doing wrong.

Ace just sneered at me, though. “I don’t need you, Omega.”

“Then you should, uh… punish me?” I asked hopefully. Sometimes that involved him touching me.

“Get out.” He didn’t even sound angry, which hurt even more.

“But I?—”

“Get. Out.”

KNOX

I’d fallen asleep without being able to shake the image of Thistle, knees hugged to her chest, peering down at a Monopoly board as she played with Bunny and Rogue through the bars of the cage.

A few times I woke, arms far too empty before nightmares trapped me.

Five years before—Capture.

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