Page 178 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

She’d left him with poison and paralysis, but she’d given me the antidotes, so I could end his punishment whenever I wanted.

It was the greatest gift I’d ever been offered.

And he wasn’t just rutting like I’d thought. He was tumbling into feral. But my heat was coming, and I could truly balance him at last.

When the hazy world swam into clarity, I realised there was a lot of blood.

I quietly sang to myself, legs crossed, seated at his side with my knife in my hand.

I’d added to the symbol Glade had carved into his flesh for me—a gift from the only Omega who’d ever seen me.

And I understood. She knew what I’d needed. This, I think…Thiswas my nest. Tears leaked down my cheeks with relief as I stared at the lines on his shoulder and back.

Hewas my nest.

And Ace wasn’t my scent match.

He never had been.

He was more, I knew now. I had permission to claim that truth at last.

Ace was my soul match.

A soul match who’d tried to run.

My teeth sank into his skin—once, twice, not enough.

The carved Omega symbol she’d left was a sign.

Mine.

He was mine.

So, I left my bite marks all over it so no one would ever wonder differently.

Time flickered, the room getting hot as I claimed him. He was shivering, low wounded growls escaping with weak breaths.

Not enough to give him strength.

My mate who’d tried to flee.

“Will you cuddle me, Bunny?” I asked.

Bunny sat limp on the bedside table beside us, but I wasn’t sure who was who, anymore.

My god Alpha.

My Ace.

A storm I could never forget.

They were both one now—my protector.

And he would never run again.

Ice-blue eyes were open and fixed on me—eyes that had hated me for so long, cold and frigid and always hurting me. He could see me and hear me, but he couldn’t move and couldn’t speak.

“You will?” I asked, then burrowed beneath blankets and the heavy weight of his limp arm. This time, the charge of static that lit between us as our skin brushed was intoxicating.

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