Page 62 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

There didn’t seem to be any Omega guests like there were at Ace’s gatherings, though. Omegas who were just present to slip onto the lap of an Alpha and take care of them, Ace had never let anyone touch him like that, but a lot of the Alphas he associated with loved that sort of attention.

I’d assumed Knox would be the same.

We sat for a while, though, and he did nothing but rub his thumb gently at my waist. He didn’t even turn the vibrator on to tease me.

I was left to sneak gazes around, making sure to avoid all eye-contact as I watched the party play out from Knox’s lap.

“Who are they?” I asked, at last, as I spotted a slender, masked male placing a tray in the centre of the table. There were a few around the party.

“I have staff,” Knox replied. “They live in the east wing.”

I narrowed my eyes. “And you… own them, too?”

Wasthiswhat he was going to taunt me with?

I wasn’t different after all. He had others he could play with. I peered at the slender male, trying to figure out if he was maybe an Omega.

Looked like it.

There it is, Bunny.

He does have other?—

“No,” Knox replied. “They are paid.” He tugged me closer, lips brushing my jaw. “You and Rogue are my only pets.”

“Oh.”

Not it, then.

I pouted.

And he still had me on his lap, which didn’t make sense. There was no one else around, and he didn’t seem interested in engaging with the guests.

“Did that make youhappy?” he asked, perking up a little, and I glanced at him just in time to catch a flash of smugness.

“No,” I said quickly, then reconsidered. “I mean yes. You shouldn’t be owning people, it’s wrong.”

“I think you’re happy because you’re starting to realise how special you are.”

I pursed my lips, dropping my gaze.

Another few minutes passed, and no one else came near.

The impossible truth was starting to sink in, setting me on edge. Had he brought me here to show me off to the world as his?

To all these fancy-looking criminals—so many of whom were Alphas.

This wasn’t a taunt or proof I didn’t matter.

Oh… Damn…

This… this is a problem, Bunny.

But Bunny wasn’t here, and I hadn’t a clue what to do with any of this, so I tried to stuff it into the back of my mind, far out of reach.

Unfortunately, it kept spilling out, making me warm and fuzzy when it really had no right to.

But I couldn’t deny, stupid as it was, a part of me wanted so desperately for this to be real—for him to truly claim me tonight in front of all of these people, as if I was important, or valued, if only because I’d never had that before.

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