Page 154 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
She looked at him as if he were mad. “I didn’t know we could ask for details.”
I tuned them out, considering my options. Before, I’d dealt out vengeance freely, but I had an unfortunate leash to contend with now. Thistle was on the other end of it, but if I couldn’t get a solid grip of pack lead—that might end up being Knox.
It was a tricky situation. So far, I hadn’t seen evidence he’d made progress tracking down Bella…
Didn’t bode well for him.
But if things went sideways and he ended up calling the shots…?
The thought alone made me grind my teeth.
But…
I could see it in his eyes right now as his gaze flicked to Bambi’s room while the others went on talking. There was a twisted side to him that felt much more like a reflection than I was used to seeing in others. It had limits, but they vanished around the Ring. And that meant if the people we hunted were deprived enough, no one in this fucking pack would get to argue with… well, whatever I wanted to do in return.
The Ring might be the perfect prey…
Could I survive with that if I had to?
FORTY-TWO
ROGUE
It was late morning, and Bambi had moved into her nest not long ago.
Thistle was… different. I was hanging out inhernest—and it was embarrassing how much I’d missed this room that was saturated with frosted moonflower. It had a bit of the sugar-dust-sunstone scent now, but since Bambi was Thistle’s claim, that didn’t bother me.
But her eyes were distant, pencils pressing so hard on the sketchbook that she kept snapping the tips.
“You alright, Kitten?” I asked, after the tenth casualty. She’d been working on a sketch of Knox, which was pretty good if you ignored the deep etches that almost tore the paper clean through.
“Yeh…” She trailed off. “I’m glad you can come visit my nest again.”
“Same.”
“I really missed you.” Her voice wobbled. “I’m all out of whack. I want Bambi back. I wantallof you in here—UGH!” She clutched at her hair.
“A whole three days without your Alphas?—”
“I’ve been in withdrawal!” she whined. “And I still haven’t had you all at once!”
“Like… in the nest, or banging you?”
“Uh…” She narrowed her eyes. “All of it—I wish I could just magic you all into stuffies and keep you all with me in here.”
“You can’t bang a stuffie.”
She considered that, face scrunching up like she was figuring a workaround. “I’d un-stuffie you on command.”
“Un-stuffie the stuffies, so they can… stuffie you?”
She burst out laughing, which I thought was a good sign until I noticed her shaking was turning into real tears and before I knew it, she was outright sobbing.
Uh…
“Come here, Kitten.” I tugged her under my arm.
“You think Bambi’s okay?” she asked.
