Page 126 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Him and his stupid heat bonding shit.

I dragged my gaze from him and picked up the dice, rolling for Bunny and ignoring the clip of Knox’s shoes as he left the room.

The board blurred a little, and I tried to focus. Bunny had rolled a six. That was one of my hotels.

I stared down at my properties, trying to find it, but all the letters were scrambling up.

“I’m getting tired for the night,” Rogue said. “Thinking of turning in. You can probably catch him if you hurry.”

“I don’t need him,” I said. “I have you and Bunny. And it used to be like this every night, and I was just fine.”

“Like what?”

I scrunched up my nose, still fighting back the stupid tears.

We don’t need it, Bunny. We have Rogue.

This is A-okay.

“Just don’t have a body that wants me, you know?” Never had. My body hated me. “And cuddles make me feel wanted. It’s notKnox, it’s just that he… he’s there…” My gaze drifted up to the cage.

Rogue shifted toward the corner so he could lean against the back and stick his arm through one of the gaps in the bars.

I scrambled over to him and felt a flicker of relief as his arm fit clumsily around me. Too bad he was so huge, or he might get more through the bars.

Still, it was something.

“Is that better?”

“Uh, huh.” I wriggled closer, shutting burning eyes and letting the touch free up my lungs.

“Whyareyou so touch starved, Kitten?”

I swallowed, making a non-committal shrug as his thumb gently traced my arm. “Never really been with Alphas who want me around, you know? But I still have all those Omega hormones. And the heats. Well, I’m uh… not a very good Omega and I’ve just never been able to adapt.”

“Adapt?”

I shrugged.

Another thing I knew was my own fault. “Dan and his stupid pack were always all over me on heats, and then with Ace it was like… as little as he could get away with before he was gone. And his pack mates were there sometimes, but I hated them. I don’t know. Didn’t seem to matter how, I just never came out right on the other side.”

“Have you ever had a heat with Alphas that actually took care of you?” he asked.

“Oh yeah! There was a lot of knotting and stuff. Everything that’s supposed to happen.”

I glanced up at Rogue, but his expression didn’t give the impression he was convinced.

But the heats had to be right in some ways because my orgasms always hurt less during them. The fact that I seemed to become more and more touch starved with each one that passed, that was because Danwasright, even though Knox tried to deny it.

I was broken.

Broken, broken, broken.

It was so obvious that Ace didn’t want to be near me between heats, and it all got worse. That had been when the never-ending ache had begun.

When I lived in the same home as him.

My mate.

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