Page 20 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Food.
How long had passed since her heat started? I had no idea how long I was out.
Dazed and still shivering from the heat, she wasn’t ready to let me go, and let out a furious hiss of distress when I tried to tuck her in between Ace and Knox.
So, I made do with letting her cling to my back, legs tangled around my waist, loose hair tickling my shoulders. The only problem was, as I worked, she kept almost falling every time she nodded off, so I made good on my harness promise and strung together two belts to strap her to my back while I put together a meal.
SIX
KNOX
I woke in darkness.
Echoes of others were with me, rustling in the quiet of my mind. Six Alphas I didn’t want to share a bond with.
And… her.
I shut it down, shoving them out of my mind.
I pushed myself up, searching for the faintest strip of light in my vision as I grappled with this foreign connection. I knew what it was, though, even before the memories flooded back.
Fuck…
I inhaled to soothe my heart rate, but it was like she was here.
Bella.
The scent of absinthe.
Her blood lingered in my mouth, her scent in my lungs.
The first bond I’d ever been a part of—and it disgusted me. My heart twisted in sorrow. Rogue was in his first bond, too, but with the Omega we both loved…
It was hard—keeping my thoughts straight after that.
I choked back a growl, staggering to my feet.
I wasn’t chained up.
There was the smallest strip of light, and the door wasn’t locked.
A lapse?
Was she toying with me?
She’d promised me something. If I bit her…
Thistle…
Was she safe?
My memories were still tangled, nothing but a jumble of terror after I’d bitten Bella. Order and time didn’t make sense. I’d collided with her pack. Thistle was distraught… Then there had been a strange, sweet smell as cloth was crushed against my mouth.
My neck ached, and I touched two fresh bites upon my skin.
It had to be her. Bella had bitten me back. But the rage I thought Ishouldfeel didn’t surface.
I staggered to the cracked door, dreading what I’d see beyond. My fingers grappled with it, and I ripped it back, blinking in the light, but?—
