Page 85 of Psycho Alphas: Part One

We were right, Bunny!

Heisa champion.

That ache, the one so constant I had to tune it out, it settled. And Knox had said helikedme. Even just from a picture—that was more than Ace had ever offered.

I didn’t get happily-ever-afters in life, no promises, no guarantees, no nothing like that. So I’d learned how to make infinity out of the blink of an eye. A little happily ever after contained to a single moment, a memory, it was something the world couldn’t ever take from me.

And I thinkthiswas the happiest one I’d ever had to keep.

TWENTY-ONE

ROGUE

I woke to what I thought was a dream.

Only because every morning since I’d seen Thistle on that stage, I’d dreamed of frosted moonflower. Except this time, the dream didn’t feel like a dream.

I blinked bleary eyes open in my lounge. I’d passed out on the couch with the TV running. I reached up to my face, rubbing the sore spot on my jaw still recovering from the metal of the muzzle I’d removed yesterday, then frowned.

Something was… different.

There was a weight on my chest, warm and… and shifting?

I looked down, seeing a bulge in my shirt through sleepy eyes, and at the top, near my collar, spilled out glossy black hair.

I froze, heart pounding a million miles a minute.

What?

She washere.

On pure instinct, I glanced around the room, expecting Knox to be waiting, a smug smile on his face before he revealed this was a game.

Something to torture me.

But Knox wasn’t there.

Just my room filled with the faint sound of voices from a TV show…

Whatwas going on?

There were pillows, cushions, and blankets tucked about me—and all of them were doused in frosted moonflower.

With a strange feeling that resembled fear, (despite how irrational that would be right now) I shifted a hand, gently resting it on my shirt that covered the warm Omega sleeping on my chest.

Real.

Definitely fucking real.

My low growl of approval rumbled in the air, and she stirred.

Ah. Shit.

I hadn’t intended to wake her. I needed more time to figure out what the fuck was going on.

And what I was going to do.

She went rigid, and after a second, I felt petite hands patting my chest, like she was confused as to where she was. Next thing, I heard a squeak of delight, and she tried to scramble up before getting trapped in my shirt.

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