Page 73 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“IfI go…” Ace said the words slowly, and as he spoke, his hand shifted, gently brushing the back of Thistle’s hair. She perked up, leaning into the touch, something bright in her eyes, which darted his way, even if she didn’t look at him fully. “I would keep thepointto myself until you needed to know.”
I let out a breath. “I’m not playing games.” As the words came out of my mouth, Ace shifted, the hand that had been playing with her hair, instead palming the back of his neck.
“No?” he asked.
I froze, caught between his answer, and the distinct flash of frustration from Thistle. I saw it in her eyes, the way she tensed, and caught it in her scent.
He was using her to taunt us.
I opened my mouth, then shut it.
My instinct told me to get to my feet and slam my fist straight into his face.
Except…
Thistle was still healing, and the contentment in her expression as she settled into the crook of his arm, it was enough to make my chest ache.
A cold smile stretched Ace’s lips as he followed my gaze. “Keep going, Knox,” he said, eyes flashing. “Don’t stop there.”
My heart raced, pure hatred burning my veins as I watched his hand drop to her waist again. Thistle went still, a flush rushing up her neck as she settled closer against him. A delicate hand rose cautiously, then settled on his chest.
“Knox?” Thistle asked. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head, unclenching my jaw and taking a breath. “I’ll give you one chance. Screw it up and it won’t happen again.”
Sure enough, the moment the words were out of my mouth, Ace’s fingers clamped down on her waist, and with his other hand, he drew her chin up.
“Omega,” he said quietly. Her gaze snapped up to him.
“Uh huh?” she asked, cheeks bright pink.
“You’re beautiful today.”
“I am?” Thistle sounded shocked.
The world was fading into a red haze. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even look at Rogue—whohadto know what was going on.
“Everything my soul match should be,” he went on.
Her fingers had curled in his shirt as she drew closer, eyes wide and sparkling with relief. Ace leaned forward and drew his chin along her forehead. A squeak of ecstatic delight slipped from Thistle’s throat. Her chest was heaving, and for a moment, I thought she was going to mount him.
Fuck.
“Doll,” I said, my voice tight.
“Yup?” She looked at me, eyes still bright from the compliment.
“Would you mind if I spoke toBunnyalone?”
I took a little satisfaction in the way Ace’s smile went stiff around the edges.
“I…” She looked between us, confused. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all,” I said, but she looked far too worried. “I have jealousy issues that aren’t conducive to… negotiation.”
The smile that lit up her face was far worth the concession that statement offered Ace. But if he thought pride was how he’d get to me, he was so fucking wrong.
Thistle hopped to her feet, looking very smug, and crossed to me.
