Page 107 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
My lips parted, cheeks flushing with heat. “I can’t control Ace,” I said indignantly. Well, that was half true. Rogue, though, was very… distractible.
Knox smiled, even if it was stiffer than usual. “You’re clever. And I think he’s more malleable than you think…” He brushed the angry bite on my wrist and a chirp slipped from me.
Mine.
They were a hundred live electric trophies, dancing with sharp jolts each time my clothing brushed skin, and when they did, I was rewarded with a flash of the moment Ace sank his teeth in.
Not mine.
Ours.
Mine and Bunny’s.
“You want to give me one too?” I asked hopefully, lifting my arm. We could take the muzzle back off for a moment… His eyes lingered on the mark, and I saw the dark jealousy there, but he shook his head.
“Not until it’s a bond, Little Doll.”
I swallowed, unable to help the way my face scrunched up as I thought about bonds.
Stupid fucking bonds.
“What?” he asked.
I dared a glance back at him. “We’re gonna see her tonight.”
“I can’t bite you—I won’t make promises I can’t keep, but I want another mark in case something goes wrong?—”
“Itwon’t.” My chest tightened.
It wouldn’t.
Couldn’t.
Ace was planning it. He’d said it last night—he didn’t lose to anyone but me?—
“Doll.” Knox’s fingers closed on my chin, and he tilted it up to face him. I realised I’d frozen solid, and I swallowed, trying to loosen up my limbs again. “I want your mark,” he said. “In case Bella?—”
He cut off again as I let out a strangled noise.
Why is he saying her name, Bunny? That stupid fucking bitch who?—
Knox’s grip dug in harder. “Doll.”
I could barely breathe, my ribs balling like a fist over my heart. The world was spinning, everything detaching like the room was in a slow-motion tumble dryer.
A low growl vibrated in the air, and I jumped, but it wasn’t Knox.
That was me.
How long had passed?
“Thistle.” The Alpha bark was a directionless weight that slammed into me, making me focus. “I want your claim. The others have me beat.”
I stared at him, still unsure, the world swaying.
“O-okay.” I could do that part—needed to, if he wanted it. Rogue and Ace both had them. Marks that made them mine forever.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he made to unstrap the muzzle.
