Page 46 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
After thebestestmost funnestevening of my entire life, Rogue took us back to a hotel.
For a moment, as I stepped into the lavish room with a huge bed and TV, I was worried. I’d become super attached to the mansion, but as long as Rogue didn’t leave, I didn’t think I would notice too much.
Still, when we entered the hotel room, I ordered him to scent mark the whole place, so it didn’t smell unfamiliar.
He obliged, and I giggled as he even picked up the remote and ran his chin over it. The room was like a honied bourbon bath bomb.
A Roguesauna.
I plucked the Monopoly money and photo-booth-pictures from my bra and tucked them away in the top drawer of the bedside table for safekeeping.
I fumbled around, tucking the blankets around me a dozen different ways while Rogue jumped in the shower.Ididn’twanna, since all the awesome fair smells were still lingering, and they made me feel giddy every time I caught them.
A real-life date.
At a fair.
Just forme…
I squealed, kicking a dozen cushions about the room from beneath the blankets I was burrowed in. The hotel was Omega friendly, so there were mountains of bedding to dive into.
This place would definitely do for the night.
Though I’d prefer ifallmy Alphas were here…
Still.
Things were… different now, especially with Rogue.
I brushed the mark he’d left on my neck, which was still closing up. It was a good sore when I poked it.
My bond.
I was truly getting my bearings after coming out of heat, and it was the strangest experience.
Heat hadn’t even been anything I liked before. With Dan’s pack, I had no control. It was best if I remembered the least possible, but what I did remember was always a frightening mess of trying to keep his horrible pack happy. They got angry so easily, rutting way more often than normal and in heat with me, that could be dangerous.
With Ace, it was calmer. I’d never felt unsafe, but I’d never felt like enough either.
Heats were always a disaster of foggy memories that kept coming back to haunt me, asking why I didn’t do more of one thing or another. Yet, when the next came around, nothing would change.
I never had control.
And finally, this heat had hit, and when I’d been dragged down into it, I was in more danger, with more to lose than any other heat I’d ever suffered.
Instead of the world ending, something impossible had happened.
Rogue had made sure I was taken care of.
He’d carried me to safety and dragged Ace down to the basement, too.
He’d fought Bella’s Alphas to get Knox back.
And when I woke, for the first time, I hadn’t lost more than I’d begun with. Despite the darkness and fear, I’d ended up safer than I’d ever felt in my life.
Most odd of all, he hadn’t even touched me. I was still piecing together the fragments of our conversation. He’d known how vulnerable I was, and he’d let me choose. I remembered a cycle of pain after that, but it wasn’t pain I was angry at.
It was pain I’d chosen.
