Page 135 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I realised most of our sexual interactions had been marathons, but I was still reeling from tumbling from the nightmare, to nearly tripping over an angel, and more sex wasn’t what I wanted.

Instead, I drew her close, burying my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling frosted moonflower. Enough to rid my mind of the darkness I’d just left behind.

Next thing I knew, bony arms had tentatively wound around me, and she was clutching me like the last life raft on a sinking ship.

This felt… real, and for a moment I found myself wondering wildly if she might like me for me. No one had ever chosen me for me, not without chains or obligation…

I lifted my hand, holding her closer, a low purr rumbling to life in my chest. Again, she went still, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with what was happening.

In perfect alignment with the emerging trend I’d been seeing, she didn’t know what to do with interest and affection.

I’d never, before the last day, truly considered the ramifications of what it must have been like, living as a scent match to Ace Maverick. I’d landed lucky-side-up when it cameto the psychopathic Alpha, so I didn’t hate him—not like Rogue did.

But now, I thought I could see the fallout.

And, just like earlier, I wanted to fix it. Only this time, I failed at holding back—at committing to actions I wasn’t sure I could backup.

“You’re so perfect,” I breathed, dragging my teeth against her skin.

“P-perfect?” She asked as I drew away. She glanced up at me, then squeezed her eyes shut—not fast enough that I didn’t see the glassy look in her eyes.

“I’ve never met an Omega I wanted until you.”

It was as if she was made of china, frozen and delicate, as if she might shatter if I squeezed too tight. This side of her was so different to the more bold, confident sides of her she fronted in her discussions with Bunny.

“No one elseever?” those words were so broken, it was like a fist closing around my heart. “N-no other… Omegas?”

“No, Doll, you’re the first Omega I’ve ever claimed.”

She held on tighter, going from porcelain princess to barnacle in a second.

“O-okay…” She swallowed, trembling against me. I let out another purr as her whole frame turned to liquid. I felt the trace of wet tears against my chest.

Once more, I thought about biting her. My lips trailed down her neck, teeth grazing her skin.

How many times had that happened now? How many times had I failed to go through with it? The reasons not to, they were fading, one by one.

I could claim her in a bond, and she would be mine forever.

She let out a contented hum, as if the hint of my claim was something she wanted…

I didn’t think I deserved that.

Her fingers dug into my chest as she drew me closer, voice faint and happy. “I think I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.

I shut my eyes, ever so slowly, drawing away.

Had she just…?

But… she couldn’t mean it.

Still, my chest warmed as I heard words I didn’t think I’d ever hear again.

That was it: the one reason I couldn’t. I think it would be the last thing that made me the very monsters I chased.

A claim for me.

To cage.

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