Page 153 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

“You’re playing with fire, Little Doll.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I can hurthim,” I growled. “If you won’t listen, I can send him away.”

“What?”

“He can stay by himself until he’s feral, and then it’ll be up to you.”

Frosted moonflower became bitter, edged with pure panic. “No… Please j-just don’t send him away.” She looked so scared, but it was a front. She would beg to get her way and break my rules by the morning.

This was all a lie.

“You want him to stay?” I asked.

She stepped in front of me, and I lowered the gun on instinct. “Yes.” I felt her soft touch at my hand, prying my fingers away from the weapon. “Please put it down,” she begged me.

I swallowed, letting her take it, hearing the sound of metal on stone as she set it down and returned to me.

I glanced up at Rogue on instinct, though the weapon had always been more of a formality than anything. He was watching us, more tense than I’d ever seen.

“Cage,” I growled again.

“Wait,” she whispered. Warm palms cupped my cheeks.

She was doing it again.

Stealing reality away with her scent and touch.

A part of me ached to give into it.

I couldn’t.

Not with what that would mean.

She let out a frustrated whine when I tried to push her back.

Heat rose in my chest, possessive fury that was closer to feral than even I was expecting as I closed a hand around her neck, forcing her back.“I need you to understand you’re mine!”

I don’t know what made me do it, or why that stupid thing felt like another Alpha’s claim, but madness gripped me, instincts burning away all rational thought.

The world shook, and all of a sudden, I didn’t know which of us was the one going feral.

“He leaves tomorrow, or I push that fucking button I’ve been dreaming of pushing.”

Her wail pierced me like a knife. She was scrambling after me, eyes wide with shock, reaching for… forsomething. “Don’t?—!”

“You’re mine.”

I stepped back, a rumble of fury in my chest.

Something… was in my hand. Something important.

I don’t remember taking it from her.

It was laced with the faintest traces of roses and redwood, lingering, never fading. His scent, just like she wanted Rogue’s, too. I blinked, crimson seeping into my vision, time not working right.

“N-No! Bunny!” She struggled against my grip but I held her from what I held in my fist. “Y-you can’t!” She was wild, true terror in her eyes.“Give him back!”

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