Page 18 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Rules…?

Okay, thank god there’d be rules.

This was so much better than I could have dreamed.

We sat in another silence, and Knox’s touch remained at my waist as I curled against him, inhaling Bunny’s dusty scent. If I focused hard enough, I could catch the other two scents buried deep within him—my protection, here in my arms.

And now I’d found our future in honied bourbon.

He’d said we were going to his home?

This is so perfect, Bunny.

We had a home again, which we hadn’t had since Ace’s mansion had become dangerous and we’d had to flee. But now, everything was falling into place as if maybe… just maybe, it was our turn for something good.

A pack.

A family.

Glade would be proud of me.

My mind wandered back to the rules.

What would they be like? Dan never had rules—well, he did, but he wouldn’t tell me them, and it always left me guessing and scared.

Ace had rules, but sometimes… sometimes I was such a disappointment they all fell apart.

It made more sense now than it had at the time. I’d always thought the scent match lie we told the world was… well, a lie.

It wasn’t until later that I realised the draw I felt for him… he’d felt it for me too—as much as he was capable of. Of course he hated it when I was a disappointment.

So, I needed a new start with Knox, and rules were perfect.

But what if they were rules for things I didn’t know much about, like cooking him meals, or folding his clothing the way he liked… There were all these Omega things that I’d never been taught, and he’d never want me if I turned up for dinner with microwaved Pop Tarts.

Or maybe he would…

Rules would help me figure him out.

“About the rules…” I dared another look at him again—though he’d told me I could.

“Yes?

“If it was possible, could there be… could there be lots of them?”

“You want lots of rules?”

“Or just… detailed. It’s been a little while since I did Omega stuff and I want to make sure to get it right the way you like.”

I jumped at the low rumble and looked up in surprise. His pupils were dilated, and that was a… apurr?

I’d heard about Alpha’s purring, but I’d never…

I’d… done that?

“What?” he asked, frowning as he cupped my cheek, and I realised my eyes were burning with tears.

“Nothing, I just, uh… don’t know why you’re, um…” I pressed a palm to his chest, still feeling the vibrations of the fading purr.

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