Page 146 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Now I was confused.
Omega logic wasn’t my strong suit.
“Well, I guess we’ll find out,” Knox said.
“Put it back.”
“What? Scared I’m going to out-Omegayou?”
“No—justput it back.” I reached out, but he danced back, grinning.
“Now you’re sabotaging Bambi’s healing?”
“No—!” Just—dammit. “Fine. You’ll see.”
I wasn’t so sure, though, as we got to checkout. The bunny he’d picked was very pink. Much brighter than the deer I’d chosen…
Next stop was for me, which was good because Knox’s scent of ink and antique wood was shortening my fuse.
I just wanted to get my Omega and her best friend a gift—and some time out of that house without a parasite leeching my life force.
So, while I looked over the games in the electronics store, pulling far too many from the shelves and tossing them into the cart, I ignored Knox. I grabbed a portable gaming device for Thistle along with a variety of games, since I didn’t know what she liked.
The rest was for me. I hadn’t kept up with new releases before, which was for my own sanity. I could get away with the occasional food delivery with Knox’s card, but if I’d ordered myself a game, Knox would have smashed it. He’d even locked down my online game store accounts.
It took effort on his part.
Pure spite.
So, for too long, I’d been stuck playing decade-old racing games.
Next, I made my way to the laptops, since I wanted one of my own.
“When are we going to fix the accounts?” I asked as Knox’s voice cut through the stone wall I’d put up between us—he was doing the math on the price tag I was racking up.
Knox straightened. “What do you mean?”
“Well. It’s my money.”
He scoffed. “No, it’s not.”
I side-eyed him, hefting a display laptop. “Ace stole it from me and gave it to you.”
“So… it’s mine.”
I opened my mouth, blood pressure rising, then shut it, taking a breath. “I want my own account.” My fist dug into the keyboard I held.
I didn’t care what he thought. I wouldn’t spend another day begging himorAce for a dime.
Knox considered me. “Iwasgoing to arrange an allowance for her. Maybe I could carve a bit out for?—”
He cut off as I lost it with a growl and smashed the demo laptop straight into his stupid smug face.
Fifteen minutes later, security escorted us from the shop. I’d apologised a lot, and Knox had paid for the damages—it was just enough that they didn’t kick us out of the mall.
But now I wasn’t getting my games.
Or Thistle hers either.
