Page 1 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
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Quiet settled upon the room like a blanket.
I drew a painful breath through exhausted lungs, inhaling sharp, static air.
Lightning.
And with it came the faintest breeze that followed a storm, a gentle wind sweeping across the chaos.
It drowned everything else out.
The cool marble of the ballroom seeped into my skin—my cheek and my fingers. My fist trembled, still clutching the knife.
I couldn’t see much from where I lay, but I could see the source of the frantic patter filling my ears. Crimson blood splashed onto the marble in a hurry, rushing then slowing, sometimes finding a surge of energy, but eventually turning to a slow drip, drip, drip of what had once been life now seeping from an unmoving form.
The body of a dead Alpha was slumped over the coffee table ahead. His hazel eyes were glassy.
I’d always found it curious how a body looked different after death.
How it became an it—no longer a them, as if flesh was never meant to be more than just a vessel.
I shuddered, feeling a surge of the drug in my system. The one Bella’s Alphas had injected me with. It was vicious and unrelenting, forcing my heat…
I couldn’t do this right now.
Myvessel haunted me, chaining me to things I’d never wanted, making sure I had to fight harder for anything I did want.
It made it hard not to hate.
Strong arms wound around me, and every touch of his skin against mine was shocking warmth to my frigid body.
My god Alpha.
Ace had come back for me.
He’d fought and killed for me, madder and more frightening than anything I’d ever seen.
A low growl rolled up his spine, vibrating down to my soul—a warning to the ghosts he’d just brought to life in order to keep me safe.
Everything should be alright now.
My god Alpha had come back.
But the heat drug in my system was making things hazy.
Nothing was alright.
The aftermath was still and peaceful, but the flashes weren’t: the needle jammed into my flesh; Knox kneeling, biting Bella’s outstretched foot.
That was agony, and another terrible whimper shook me.
Rogue was mine. He’d bitten in—bitten me—and my pack was three, so everythingshouldbe alright.
But Knox had bitten Bella Morgan. He wasn’t my scent match, and yet so much more important for it.
I needed him like I needed breath.
