Page 179 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

My own little chirp of delight almost made me jump as I tugged him closer, and I giggled, wrapping around him and squeezing tight.

I was drowning in the arms I’d dreamed of since the moment I’d seen him.

Mine.

All mine.

Even if they were a bit sticky with all this blood.

At some point, someone entered.

An Alpha that had ignored me for Ace, hatred in his eyes.

Vengeance for something I didn’t know.

There wereloadsof people who wanted to punish him, but I got dibs.

It had been easy to stab him in the back. I’d been in a trance, heat fully keeping me under. Those instincts my father had sent me away for, raising their ugly head.

When he was all chopped up, I returned my focus to what mattered.

TomyAce.

“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men could never put Bunny together again…”

Crimson lines dripped down pale skin, droplets of red bustling by smaller huddles of sweat from cold, clammy, shivers. I leaned close, drawing my jaw along muscles and shudders, leaving my mark again.

“But I’m not a horse,” I whispered. I returned the knife to the beautiful, corded muscle, finishing off the heart I was painting on his arm. “Or the king’s men.”

Heat hadn’t been that long ago, but I was starting to get warm. He’d run and run from me, leaving me hollow, but now his hormones coated my lungs with every breath.

He was on the edge of collapse, but I was managing it all.

I leaned close, lips caressing the fresh crimson, iron dancing along my tastebuds, lighting all those instincts I’d be told to bury.

“I’ll put you back together,” I whispered. “And then you’ll be mine forever.”

Before me in Knox’s mansion, Bunny was torn to shreds, and it was hard to cling to that precious memory, suspended in a heart-shaped bubble.

It was mine and his and no one else’s.

Not ever.

How hard had I fought to claim what was mine? I’d lost, and lost, and lost, over and over, until Glade… She’d given me something back.

I’d taken that gift, and then I’d been gifted Rogue.

And finally, there was Knox.

Mine, too.

But all of it was a lie.

He’s not coming back…

I’m alone.

Not enough.

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