Page 127 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I could be quick. A little time with just me and him…
His eyes darted between mine as I loomed back over him. He couldn’t move at all, but I could see his terror.
This bracelet had done that—another gift from my god Alpha.
When Ace had first brought me home from Dan’s, he’d given me something like this. He’d stayed and watched to see what I would do. It was the only time I’d ever felt he might be proud of me.
But it was more than that…a little voice whispered.
Not just him.
My blade slid slowly up his arm, and I watched in fascination as the crimson bead bubbled up before tumbling down to the cream rug beneath us.
I smiled, my chest loosening, the tang of iron rising in the air.
One of the best scents in the world.
This was mine. A perfect place where everything made sense.
He was making panicked sounds, thick, terrified groans in his chest as I made the next cut, nice and slow.
I redirected the blade, slowly carving doodles along his arm. The cuts weren’t shallow—I always tried to be careful with my own Alphas, leaving them marks that would scar, but not cut that tougher layer of muscle. I didn’t want to hurt them, not really.
ButthisAlpha?
Rodrick Banner was a monster—one who’d tried to come for Knox…
It’s what made this so perfect.
I could do this, and it wasn’t even wrong.
“You took my Alpha away,” I whispered, as his scent of cheap leather soured with fear. There was a happy hum in my chest as I took my time, a trance taking over me, helping me forget that at any moment someone could come in and stop me.
Wouldn’t happen…
Not when everything was soright.
I wasn’t sure how long had passed before his shuddering groans turned into words I understood.
“H-help… p-please.”
I giggled.
Where did he think he was?
“No, silly,” I whispered, patting him on the forehead. “You said you wanted to spend some quality time together.”
The stupid Alpha shuddered, another desperate groan slipping from his chest. His breathing was thick and wet.
I peered across at his chest, which was well decorated. I pried back his shirt, seeing one of the wounds I’d made…
Pretty deep, Bunny. Probably?—
Oh.
Yup.
With the next seizing cough, thick blood oozed from the corner of his lips.
