Page 159 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

But her fingers caught mine.

“You can just bite me,” she whispered, sounding unsteady. “And then everything w-will be perfect.”

I hated how jarring her conviction was. How much she believed that. How much misplaced faith she had in both of us.

You gave her that faith, a little voice whispered.

“You were going to take him away.” She sounded so small and terrified. “B-but I love him. What was I supposed to do?”

Love?

How could she love someone like him? And so fast.

But she wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met, and I think she could love like that. It fit her in every way.

“I can’t be in a pack with him.”

Nothing in the world changed that fact—not even the most incredible Omega in the whole world.

Because it had nothing to do with who she was, and everything to do with who I wasn’t.

Tears were swimming in her eyes as she stared at me.

“So… what happens now?”

Again, I heard her terror.

She’d never had stability and promises, and now I was taking that from her, too.

“I don’t know.”

The only thing I did know was that I needed to leave.

FORTY

ROGUE

I surfaced from madness, waking in a bond with a splitting headache and foggy thoughts.

That was… something impossible.

Something so right and wrong at the same time. Thistle was mine, but…“Fuck…”My voice was a cracked, low croak.

I was fucking dead.

Knox was never pressing that reset button again.

How long did I have?

Her form was still curled up as we lay on the stone floor. She shivered in my arms as she clutched me and Bunny, eyes squeezed tight shut.

Slowly, I got to my feet, lifting her with me, and her arms wound around my neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

My shoes scuffed the cracked concrete as I stepped to the bed and sat us down, a strange numbness in my mind.

She was mine.

The way she was always meant to be.

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