Page 30 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

We can’t do that, Bunny…

I pouted.

We need answers. What if your scent match finds out?

He’ll never want us…

And what if he needs us to save him?

Putting an end to the cuddles was like ripping out my own heart, but I took a breath and shifted the gun in my grip.

Knox didn’t move as the warm metal pressed against his chin.

I strained to shift away in his arms, finding myself swallowed into a pair of twinkling, caramel eyes.

“Are you going to kill me before I’ve even had a chance to taste you?” he asked, and I could hear his amusement.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand. “This thing’s loaded.”

His grin widened. “Is it?”

Okay. He was playing with me.

This is all backwards, Bunny. What did we miss?

My eyes dropped to the gun I had pressed into his flesh.

Was it fake?

I adjusted my finger at the trigger and?—

Wait.

Wait, wait.

We tried it earlier—and the bookshelves had a real life bullet wound, clear as day.

We need him alive to find our scent match.

“You’re not mine.”

“Untrue—unless I imagined five million vanishing from my accounts.”

I scowled. “You’re not my scent match.”

“What gave it away?”

“You were bleeding.”

“You caught my scent through an open wound?” He looked a little impressed.

“Of course I did. Scent matches are everything.”

“Is that right?”

Well. To me, they were. “Don’t test me.”

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