Page 153 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
“He…? Fuck.” Knox looked sickened.
I worked through that, processing what I’d seen of Bella and her pack. What else were they doing beneath the surface?
I logged it.
This was important.
There were a lot of things I had to swallow in this new life I’d been dealt, but one thing I knew for sure: without an outlet, I’d go mad even without Thistle’s pushing me off that cliff.
I needed the thrill of the hunt.
“I can arrange sign language lessons,” Knox said. Thistle’s eyes brightened as she watched him. She was utterly infatuated in a way I didn’t understand. But the fact Knox wasn’t her mate didn’t make it any less real, which was a pain in my ass. Especially because he wasn’t as stupid as I’d hoped.
“Juliet is coming Thursdays starting next month. We could do it that day?” Knox asked the others.
It drew my attention. Who was coming intoourhome? “Who’s Juliet?” I asked.
“Their therapist,” Knox said. “Her clinic closed down, but she agreed to come to us in afternoons once a week.” He clearly read my tension like a book. “And she’s coming here, not the North Wing.”
“Can I join the signing lessons?” Thistle asked.
Knox nodded. “Maybe I can set up some online sessions so she can pick it up quicker, and anyone can join. She’s got a lot to work through. It will help if we can communicate.”
“She knows I made Banner wet himself before he died…” she said. “Not that it… gets her tongue back.”
“Couldexplain why she’s doing better than we’re used to,” Tanisha mused. “She’s already settling in. No… episodes. It was, what, three weeks before Fang could be taken out of chains.”
Chains?
No way could that be anything but an Alpha, then.
I apparently needed more information about this Wing. “How many Alphas are here?” I asked.
Knox rolled his eyes. “Three. Petal,” he thumbed at her where she still sat. She glanced up at the mention of her name, then went back to reading. “Fang and Saint. Saint stays in his room downstairs and Fang lives in the safe room.”
He watched my finger tap the table, narrowing his eyes. “And the East Wing istheirhome, so it’s not your business in the first place.”
I scowled. If my Omega was wandering into other homes, I damn well wanted to know how many Alphas were in them.
The Misfits didn’t seem much of a threat, though—I saw that.
“What do you mean, that I… helped her?” Thistle asked, glancing back at Tanisha.
“I heard what you did to Banner.” Tanisha looked pleased. “Felt a lot better after Knox killed the Pences. Would’ve felt better if I’d known they’d been scared enough to piss themselves.”
“Joshua Pence did a lot more than piss himself,” Rogue snorted.
Tanisha eyed him curiously. “You were there?”
“Knox dragged me along.” He shifted off the fridge at last, shoulders loosening as if being pulled into the conversation despite himself.
I looked from him to Rogue, scratching my chin. He’dtakenRogue with him on a hunt? I wondered if that was a necessity, or if he didn’t mind splitting the experience…
I usually enjoyed solo hunts, but sharing with Thistle was… rewarding. And I was sure now Rogue wasn’t the type who wouldwantto join in on those games…
“So… they were scared?” Tanisha prodded.
“Youwantdetails?” Rogue asked.
