Page 29 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I mean, not that it reallymatteredsince he wasn’t mine, but I was trying to get a read on him, and he was making it difficult.

The gun had been clutched to my chest for so long it was warm by the time I stood, pulling the sheet nightgown around it and Bunny in hopes that it would keep the weapon out of sight.

A map of the mansion formed in my mind as I headed down the hallway of the north wing.

I paused before his room, gathering courage, and when I finally pushed it open, the heavy oak door was almost silent as it swung out over rich hardwood.

Knox waited for me just like he said he would, and he looked up from the book open in his lap as I stepped in. He was seated on his bed, back to the headboard, ankles crossed. He’d changed, now topless with black sweatpants. The lean muscles rippling across his torso were hard not to stare at as I crept in, pinned by his caramel eyes.

I didn’t have to be nervous, though. Bunny always protected me, and now I had Bunny and a gun, so everything would work out.

He beckoned me over, relaxed as he tucked a bookmark into the book, a smile curving his lips as he looked me up and down. I hadn’t changed clothes or nothing, but it was like he couldn’t get enough of me.

I didn’t understand that.

There has been a mistake…

It made me nervous. Mistakes weren’t easy to predict, but this was either a mistake, or…

Or he’s a really good liar.

I almost scowled as I closed the distance between us. I wasn’t normally good at sensing lies unless it came to an Alpha’s attraction to me. That was clear cut. I was either the reject they kept around in case there was no one better, or the liability, bound to them in ways they wished I wasn’t.

But Knox wasn’t my scent match,andhe had options.

Not only did he seem genuinely curious, but he trusted me, and that was hard to get my head around. If he was lying, why had he left a gun where he knew I could find it?

“You settled in?” he asked, leaning over and placing his book down on the side table. I nodded as he beckoned me onto his lap.

Oh, hislapagain?

None of this made sense.

On the bright side, weapons were good at making everything make sense quick-style, so I hugged Bunny-gun close as I slipped over him. My hair tumbled free around my chest, keeping the weapon better hidden.

I glanced out of the broad window as I neared him, catching the low lights on the balcony. Beyond, the landscape was dark enough that I couldn’t make it out.

His touch brushed my waist, and I shivered.

Okay.

This close, I caught another trace of honied bourbon…

Was that…refreshed?

My chest was tight as I inhaled deeply. The rest of the scents in the room were dulled, but there were definitely traces of ink and antique wood.

I didn’t understand.

Especially not when his huge arms were wrapping around me, and he pulled me against his chest.

“Oh.”

Uh… he was cuddling me already?

The gun pressed against my skin, reminding me of what I had to do, but my hormones all let out a breath of relief.

He was… everywhere, his skin against mine, warm and tingly, sealing cracks and making me want to curl up and rest here forever.

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