Page 145 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I’d thought, at first, he bugged me more often because he knew I hated it—a punishment to make me miserable. But now, with him leaning back and folding his arms like he wasn’t going anywhere—I was second-guessing that.
Was he one of those people who did better around others—a ‘Quality Time’ kind of Alpha? God, how insufferable.
“What…?” he asked, peering at me oddly.
I realised I’d been silent for a while.
WhatwasI doing? Psychoanalysing Knox’s love language?
Ugh.
“Get out.”
Knox grinned, tapping the credit card against his cheek. “Start driving, Mutt—and don’t pretend you’re not going out because you miss her—you’re as needy as me.”
I scowled, starting the engine. “Call me Mutt again, and I’ll shove you out the window.”
He was annoyingly right, though. To be honest, there wasn’t much difference in how touch-starved we both were.
Now I’d been exposed to what it was like to have an Omega, I was unsettled when I couldn’t be near her—especially knowing she was just in the next room. She’d even dropped by to scent mark me and give me a kiss a few times. Her cheeks had always been smudged with graphite.
How much art could they do—or how many TV shows could they watch?
They’d get sick of it eventually, right?
It was fine—I just needed to do something while I waited.
The first stop at the mall was a toy store.
“Why are we here?” Knox asked.
I shrugged, browsing until I found the stuffed animals.
“Oh…” Knox trailed off. “Right.”
I tried ignoring him as he poked through the stuffies beside me. I’d get what I needed then leave.
Finally, I found a cute little deer stuffie that seemed perfect.
It was a looming issue. Bambi liked Thistle’s stitched-up Bunny, but Bunny was the soul of Thistle’s nest. Bambi couldn’t keep him forever.
So, I’d fix it before it was an issue.
I plucked the deer off the shelf, only to see Knox doing the same with a pink bunny toy a few feet away.
I scowled. “What are you doing?”
He gave me a funny look. “What areyoudoing?”
“It’s… Bambi,” I said.
Dumbass.
Knox scoffed. “Why do you think Thistle thought they were friends? Bambi’s best friend is a bunny, duh.”
I folded my arms. “That’s not how this works.” Shewasa deer. She got a deer.
Wait. Was… Thistle supposed to be a rabbit?
