Page 95 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

A long silence passed, in which he looked like he was searching for a good answer. For a second, his eyes flickered to Rogue. “If I harmed a hair on your head in front of him, he’d go feral, and then I’d be out of fun.”

Would he?

I dared another look at Rogue, who watched us both with a strained expression. His fist was balled at his side, and I could see the tremor in it, and his scent… Well, honied bourbon had been charred from the first time I’d caught it, but now that part was so strong I could taste it in the air.

I blinked, realising Knox was right.

My mate truly was on the edge of feral.

“Please.” The word was raw as I looked back to Knox. I reached up, palms cupping his cheek as I laced as much desperation and need into my voice as I could. “Please, Alpha. Please don’t hurt him this time.”

He stared down at me, eyes fixed on mine, body absolutely still.

I was shaking.

His pupils dilated, bottomless black orbs so wide that he looked wild.

His breathing slowed, the fury in his scent dulling in the air at last.

Good.

Okay, good.

But then?—

“Let me go,” he growled, the words low and deadly.

I—no.

I couldn’t.

He was… he was listening.

He was mine.

It would all be okay.

“Let. Me. Go.”His voice was frigid and laced with the strongest command I’d ever felt, and I released him like I’d been shocked.

He stepped back.

Wait…

No…!

I lunged after him, a strangled yelp of pain slipping out as the collar jammed at my neck.

“N-no, Knox. I swear. I w-won’t do it again.”

He looked mad as he stared at me, a wild laugh slipping from his mouth. “You’re such a little liar.”

He was losing it.

Ink and antique wood was strange in the air.

“Could be worse, though, couldn’t it, Mutt? Show her,” Knox went on, undoing the cuff of his sleeve as he took another step away from me. “At least it’s just these little things.”

He tapped the knuckle dusters with his shoe.

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