Page 151 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Knox’s caramel eyes fixed on me with a dead look beneath the tangled strands of blond. Blood still dripping down his neck from my beating.

My wounds.

My punishment.

He belonged to me.

Even now, facing death, I could only hear the threat he’d just levelled my way.

I couldn’t drag him back from hell?

I might have distanced myself from my family and its interests as much as I could, but I wasn’t good. I’d still become them, even if just with him.

Claiming another as mine.

And he had just told me he was going to leave me.

Fine, Knox, so fucking be it.

I looked back at Ace, downing the last of my drink.

“He’s mine,” I said quietly. “If I take my last breath, he takes his.”

Ace Maverick, it turned out, had a sense of humour like no other. He’d barked a laugh at my choice, looking at me as if surprised. “You know what?” he’d asked, voice dropping low and cruel. “I think I have a better game in mind.”

And so I’d woken, next, with a muzzle, a wound, and the bump of something solid beneath the skin of my neck.

I’d found a note beside my pillow. “He could detonate that if you even look at him wrong, tread lightly.”

I was wiped from every database in existence. I wasn’t just gone, the Rogue Manzo I had been, never existed. My face and name were now tied to a dangerous and sick Alpha to whom Knox had complete, and irrevocable ownership of.

He’d been given the keys to every account: every dime, every ounce of power I’d ever had, as well as the destruct button of the device now tied to my fate.

Once, sooner after it had happened, I’d put a gun to his head and tried to force him to undo it, but he’d laughed until tears had slid down his cheeks, and I regretted how broken he was, then.

THIRTY-EIGHT

KNOX

Callum: No ones on the security app. Petal sometimes leaves it on at night but she’s in bed early.

That text came in right as I arrived home, which was enough to set me on edge before I found Thistle gone from her bed.

My heart hammered against my chest, panic setting in, but I took a breath.

Iknewwhere she was.

Of course I fucking did.

Still, as I took the stairs down to the basement, my hand rested on my gun hilt, on edge from what I’d just learned.

And that was when I walked in on them.

Every possessive Alpha instinct in my body scorched red hot.

They were in Rogue’s room. His scent was burning, too, right on the brink of insanity. He had her pinned to the wall, body tense, fist gripping her hair, exposing her neck. She was holding a knife, delicate fingers weaving through the strap of his muzzle.

“No!”

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