Page 31 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

He chuckled, fingers digging into my hips as I jammed the gun harder against his flesh.

“Let me go,” I snapped. His dumb touch was still making me all tingly. This touch starved shit was useful half the time, and a pain in my ass the other half. Right now, it made me want to curl back up against him.

“What’s the plan, Little Doll?” he asked, holding my gaze with curiosity.

“I’m gonna go get him, and then we’ll decide what to do with you.”

His rumbling growl still echoed amusement as he dragged me close. I didn’t mean to let out a little squeak, but I felt how hard he was beneath me. His package was only one layer of fabric away from all my sensitive Omega parts.

I fisted his hair, irritation sparking at how fucking confusing this was.

Guns were supposed tosolveproblems, but this one was creating more. I glared at it before tapping it roughly on his chin.

Yup. Definitely real.

And working.

I think he must be the broken one.

“What does that look like—in this make-believe world where you have me at your mercy?”

“I haven’t decided.” It was true.

He was pretty, and I felt a bit sorry for him; I don’t know if his brain was firing on all shotguns.

Wasthatwhy he thought he was attracted to me? Things were starting to make a lot more sense.

Could he be as confused about the world as I was?

But we weren’t scent matched, and I’d always been afraid of Alphas who weren’t my mates—they’d see right through me and leave me behind the first chance they got.

But… maybe did he have those same worries?

Icouldkeep him, I supposed.

I’d get my scent match first, then we had some planning to do, not to mention some finding. I’d left?—

“You want to see him?” Knox asked with a grin.

“Who?”

“Rogue.”

My heart all but leapt free of my chest. “M… my scent match?”

Rogue?

That was a perfect name.

His eyes flickered down, brows raised, and I realised I’d lowered the gun in shock. Shoving it back to his chin, I steadied my voice. “Show me.”

I flinched as he reached for the side table, but nodded when I saw he was grabbing his phone. Then he turned it on and tapped the screen a few times.

Finally, he tilted it toward me.

My breath caught, heart twisting as I saw the dim picture on the screen.

I could barely see the Alpha, even squinting, but what I could see was the iron muzzle that glinted in the low light, and the traces of a feral snarl with teeth bared. He was behind a row of bars, fury in his eyes as he gripped them, and I could just make out the short wisps of shaggy silver hair.

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