Page 81 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
It was almost…toolittle—like static from a TV without signal.
There was something… stiff about it.
Huh.
I tucked that into a back pocket for later since he was a tough read.
“We’ll go to Ace’s mansion today,” Knox said.
I looked up to see Ace’s eyes flick to Knox for a moment, but if he was pleased, it didn’t show. He just nodded, taking another sip of his drink.
“Oooh,” Thistle brightened. “You sure I can’t come?”
“No.” Ace beat us to the answer, and I glanced at him in surprise. Not that I was in disagreement—and Knox wouldn’t be either.
I tugged her closer. “Hate to agree with him, Kitten, but you should stay with the Misfits.”
She frowned. “Are they the ones who gave me the key to your dungeon?”
“Yup.” Knox said.
Ace looked suspicious. “Whoare we leaving her with?”
“They’ll protect her,” Knox put in. “That’s all you need to know. And they have a safe room if anything happens.”
Ace glared, setting his cup down.
“Fine. Oh—and Knox,” Ace said.
“What?”
There was a smug expression on his face as he plucked the straw from the cup, tapping it on the muzzle. “If you want me to do my job, youaregoing to have to remove this—just like I said you would.”
THISTLE
With Bunny and sketchbook in one arm and a box of Poptarts in the other, I joined Knox in heading to the east wing so I could hang out with the Misfits while they went to Ace’s house.
I think it was fair that Knox was paranoid, so I got why he wanted me with the others if all my Alphas would be out, but I was nervous meeting new people, since I’d never been very good at fitting in.
Knox knocked, then waited for someone inside to call out before he opened the door.
Inside their quarters were nice. A breeze drifted in from an open patio door, and a collision of scents tangled in the air in a way that felt like a family.
It was messy but cosy, pillows and an enviable number of human-sized beanbags everywhere.
“They’re here!” That was Callum, the Omega I’d seen serving guests at the party Knox had hosted. He jumped to his feet and crossed toward us.
Oh—Okay. An announcement…
“I can’t stay long,” Knox said.
“I know,” Callum snorted, eyes darting between me and Bunny as he held out his hand.
I took it, forcing a smile onto my face that I hoped wasn’t too awkward.
“Ah—shit.” Knox was eyeing the counter. Upon it I spotted a sweet smelling dish fresh out of the oven.
An Omega poked her head over the couch, a bright smile on her face as she waved at me. “Tanisha,” she said in introduction. “And I knew it—hook, line, and sinker. He can’t resist my strudel.”
