Page 173 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

Not those two lowlifes I’d killed to protect my dad.

Not Dan or any of his stupid pack.

Not the Alpha I’d cut into little pieces when he’d tried to take Ace from me—hehad failed, but she… The world span. The blood red mark of Knox’s bite on her feet only inches away.She’d taken him…

And now she had Bunny.

“A nest?” I heard the sharp tone of her grating voice from above. “Howpathetic.”

She was closer, somehow, her horrible absinthe scent drowning the vile burned cinnamon scent of the Alpha who had my chain. She’d knelt, I realised, and I shivered as her finger brushed my cheek.

I growled again, trying to close my teeth around her finger.

I’d rip it free.

Watch her bleed.

I couldn’t reach it, though.

Instincts were trying to steal me away, ones I’d buried deep for how they got me in trouble, but right now I didn’t care.

She’d taken him.

And none of it prepared me for what came next.

For the flash of cruelty in her eyes as she gripped Bunny by each arm and pulled. For the faint tearing sound as he was ripped in two.

I tried to scream, but my throat closed up, and the Alpha above me clamped a hand over my mouth.

Then she did it again, ripping Bunny into pieces, and old, grey stuffing exploded everywhere.

I was coming undone, reality slipping…

He was… gone?

Bunny…?

I tried reaching out, but the Alpha holding me down was too strong. Always too strong…

He couldn’t be. I n-needed Bunny.

I couldn’t breathe.

The tiny sketchbook clattered to the marble.

I didn’t know when she’d stood, but then her bloody, bitten foot in silver sandals pressed down on my sketchbook, tearing out the first few pages.

My desert storm…

The first thing I’d ever drawn inside.

Another wail sounded in my chest.

The world flickered, and whatever drug I’d been injected with all crashed in at once.

Heat…

The air itself was like a coating of ice on my skin.

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