Page 16 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I dropped my gaze from intense caramel eyes and clasped my fingers. “Tell me how you want me, Alpha,” I said.

That seemed like a good start—I could be safe thinking he wanted obedience after all that money she spent, right?

I could do obedience.

Ace might have something different to say about that…

I shoved back my pout and made sure to drop my arms so he could see me properly. This was an outfit I’d despised until his eyes had appraised it like a man starved.

Knox leaned forward, forearms on knees, and I glanced up to see the intensity in his gaze. “How I want you?” He turned the words over in his mouth like he was playing with them, and butterflies did flips in my tummy, even though the double meaning hadn’t been an accident.

I’d been ready to tear the throat out of any Alpha who tried to claim me tonight, but a scent match…? A true second chance.

He wants us Bunny… I can just tell…

No, no, no.

I didn’t know anything yet—not really.

He lifted a finger after a long silence and beckoned me silently. I crossed to him unsteadily with the movement of thelimo, but his palms cupped my waist as I got close, and he held me steady.

I shivered at the faintest trace of his touch through the thin fabric.

The limo was big, and I was pretty short, so I barely had to curve my neck to stand in here. Again, he appraised me like a man starved, and another flutter of hope stirred.

But that want wasn’t enough. Sometimes I’d seen it in Ace.

Being touch starved only got me so far, and I needed more. Gently, he tugged on my hips, and my eyes widened.

Lap?

Already?

I hadn’t even done anything right or wrong yet. I sank down, trying really hard to keep my expression neutral—actually, to keep my brain neutral, or he’d catch excitement all over my scent.

Again, his hands settled at my waist, and I shivered at the touch and the closeness, feeling the relief of that endless pain that was clenched so tight in my heart.

He couldn’t know about that.

If he knew about that, he’d know what I was.

“Some Omegas are just born like this, you little freak. Signs are all there—why do you think you are the way you are?”

I swallowed, shrinking in Knox’s arms at the echo of Dan’s taunt.

All you’re made for is pleasing Alphas. If I catch you with one fucking pencil again, I’ll keep it for your next heat.

I just never understood why, if I was born like that, we still wanted to draw.

…Honestly I think you’re just broken at being broken…

I pouted.

What would Glade do?

I had to pretend to be one of the right kinds of Omegas because I’d be in so much trouble if he found out he paid millions for the wrong kind.

“You can look at me, you know,” Knox said, and I glanced up, eyes snagging on his.

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