Page 98 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I frowned.

I think I knew what he was talking about. When he’d commanded me to let him go…

But amind fuck…?

I’d mind fucked him?

I shoved away my stupid smile, and buried a wave of smug pride.

Instead, I shifted closer, head leaning against his arm as I pouted. It’s not like I’d had a choice, but if I wanted cuddles, I’d convince him I was repentant. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Uh…

I hadn’t really meant to say that, but his low growl was so instant it made me jump. He tilted his head back, eyes shut for a second as his grip on my chin tightened.

I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing until I realised his cock was straining in his pants.

Okay.

Good.

Really good.

He cursed under his breath, then his fist closed around the chain at my neck, and he was tugging me up. Next thing he was dragging me across the bed, and bundling me in his strong arms as he curled up around me.

Oh.

Oh, my god.

More cuddles?

Ugh—Daddy Knox cuddles!

This was the best day of my life, because I don’t think I’d ever been cuddled by two Alphas on the same day.

I had a whole long way to go with these two, but this was a great start. I think there was a real pack on the horizon.

A four-person pack was a respectable sized pack that no one could scoff at—one that a real proper Omega like even Glade might have.

I could just see it—forever and ever: me, Rogue, Knox, and Bunny.

TWENTY-FIVE

ROGUE

I woke with a pounding headache to the sound of clinking chains.

I pushed myself from the floor, wincing as my cheek painfully peeled from the dried blood and hardwood, reopening the split skin Knox had left me with. Still, I stifled the growl and stayed silent, curious to see what was going on in the room without me.

By the scents, which I could only just catch through the lingering tang of iron, Knox had passed out in bed with her. A low, burning wave of fury swept over me as I made the room focus.

He’d climbed into my mate’s bed while I was stillfuckinghere…? That fury became a torrent, almost uncontainable.

That was until I saw what a huge mistake he’d made.

My perfect little Omega was hanging from the bedpost as she slipped around it like an exotic dancer before crawling back onto the bed, tugging gently on the chain around her neck to check to see how much leverage it had. She’d spun around the postenough times that it didn’t budge, and she nodded to herself, seeming rather pleased, before her eyes scanned the bed again.

I dared shift just enough to see what she was doing, which gave me away because I choked on a laugh I absolutely couldn’t contain.

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