Page 47 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything in recent memory.

I wasn’t allowed to want.

But for what?To… to protect her?

From him?

From me?

To rip her from his arms so I could… could what?

The imaginings spiralled, the icy water circling the drain at my feet as I slammed my fist into the dented metal wall of the shower.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I wanted to think about breakinghim, not… not her.

But she was so fucking small.

Small and… way too cute for the life we lived. A growl of frustration slipped out, and I tried not to picture those delicate hands pressed to my chest.

It would never happen. Knox would never let it happen?—

“Fuck.”Another growl ripped from my throat as I pounded the shower wall again.

I was gonna lose it and he’d put me back in the cage.

A white summer dress, none of lace and jewels marking her an object to be sold. The sun on her skin, a smile on her face.

What would that look like?

Oh, come on…

Don’t.

This would make me a grade A piece of shit.

But there was no way throwing fists at broken down punching bags in the room next door would relieve this.

I was a half feral Alpha who’d just had my scent match ripped from me. I didn’t have the luxury of dreaming what it might be like to draw her close. To wonder what it felt like to hold her.

Sweetness opened up an abyss, and I lived with instincts ready to incinerate anything not crusted in scabbed armour.

So, it was dreaming of ripping Knox in two. Or… Or her.

I didn’t want to think about her.

Not the picture he’d sent.

But could I keep it to justher?

Thistle.

Dark hair, captivating violet eyes with such capacity for fury and claim like I’d seen on that stage…

Mine.

Mymate.

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