Page 16 of Psycho Pack

That earns me the filthiest glare yet.

I kinda don't hate it.

Valek looks over at me with his usual freaky, lazy grin, his head lolling slightly like that zombie cat in that horror movie that kept me up for weeks. "Oh, you're not a little omega at all anymore," he slurs, his gaze sliding over me in a way that makes my skin crawl. "You're a big and beautiful omega now."

My jaw goes slack. All I can do is stare at him.

What the actual fuck.

Oh shit. He thinks I'm Ivy.

Fucker's still hallucinating. This is the worst thing to happen in the whole goddamn battle.

"You know, none of the other shit you say gets to me, butthatdid," I grunt, staggering a safe distance away. Let Valek be monster bait for all I care. Especially now. Fucking freak.

"Well, this is a strange twist, isn't it?" Plague asks dryly.

"I'd like to wipe that smirk off your lips," I growl at him.

"Cool it, both of you," Thane snaps, plucking a few bullets from a nearby puddle of smoking chemicals and loading theminto his rifle. Huh. Better idea than my beaker. He readies the rifle and fires a few more rounds into the monster, narrowly missing Valek.

Not even sure he'stryingto miss Valek.

Valek throws himself at the monster again, his movements fluid despite the drugs. Even drugged out of his mind, he's still lethal as hell. His fist connects with the iron mask in a series of rapid strikes, but the monster barely seems to notice.

"Get back, Knight," Valek slurs, stumbling as he dodges a swipe from those massive talons. "I will not let you hurt her!"

"It's got a fuckingname?" I yell back as Plague sticks something in my bleeding shoulder. I snarl through my teeth, shoving him off me. But at least the pain eases up a little.

"Stop being a barbarian for five minutes," Plague hisses at me. "I'm trying to help?—"

"Vytoskyk's pride and joy, my beautiful not-so-little omega," Valek interrupts, blood dripping from his split lip as he dances away from another strike. "Until?—"

Another bone-chilling roar cuts him off.

But not from the Knight.

This one's different. Familiar.

Wraith.

He bursts through what's left of the doorway, concrete and rebar exploding outward.

And Ivy is clinging to his back.

Her arms are wrapped around his neck, her gray hospital gown billowing behind her. Might as well be a ballgown. She's the most beautiful damn thing I've ever seen even though she's riding another man like a damn horse into battle and not me, her auburn hair spilling down over her shoulders and flowing behind her like a banner.

Tears prick my fucking eyes. All I want is to hold her in my arms and crush my lips to hers. I might be about to getpulverized by Super Wraith, but fuck if my heart isn't soaring through the clouds right now.

"Stop dreaming," Plague snaps at me. But I can tell from the way those cold blue eyes warmed up, he's feeling the same way. And so is Thane. Our usually stoic leader looks like he just got a shot in the ass of love potion.

This girl is our goddess.

Our queen.

I'm so enraptured by the sight of her, it takes me a moment to realize Wraith isn't wearing his mask. I do a double take at the rare sight.

Holy fuck.

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