Page 92 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

He wouldn’t give me another chance?

I couldn’t breathe, as if a fist was squeezing my throat shut.

It wasn’t fair.

I hadn’t known that would be my only chance.

I could have brought more pillows down.

Stupid.

It was Ace all over again.

I wasn’t enough.

“Kitten—!” He began, but cut off at my choked sob.

Why was he calling me that if he hated me?

He drew me close, though, easing my breaths with huge arms wrapped around me. “This is not your fault.”

Oh…

I wailed.

Fuck.

It was my size, then. My frame, or my breasts were too small. Or my voice. Oh, the crook on my nose—or maybe he just didn’t like my face at all?—

“There’snothingwrong with you.” His hand was firm on my chin as he made me look at him. “Listen to me. He’s going to focus on me. I want you to close your eyes, alright?” he asked. “I don’t want you watching.”

I was shaking, trying to process what was happening.

My brain was all scrambled since I’d walked into that room and seen him.

Things were different now.

Knox just didn’t understand.

“This is my fault, you shouldn’t be taking the?—”

He cut me off with a kiss, and my brain went temporarily numb.

So… he didn’t hate me?

For real, I think.

When he drew away, he was still cupping my cheek. “I’ll be fine. Knox hits like a baby, anyway.” He snorted. “And I’d trade this ten times over for waking to?—”

“That—”Knox’s voice cut him off from the doorway. “—Was not what I asked of you.”

Huge, comforting arms were gone, but I bit back my sob this time, trying to focus on Knox.

Rogue had stood and was crossing toward him. He squared Knox right up, towering over him. “I will not watch her blame herself for what is between us.”

Knox tugged something out of his pocket. Taking a seat on the office chair he’d dragged to the middle of the room and tossed thesomethingto the floor.

I heard the loud clang of metal and stared at it, throat constricting as I realised it was a set of brass knuckles.

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