Page 200 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
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One Month Later…
Knox said he had a meeting today with the third team member who’d helped him track down Bella the first time around.
That meant it wouldn’t be long before we could truly get started. I was working on a list of targets, compiling all the data Knox and the Misfits had gathered.
I picked up my mug of tea and made my way down to the ballroom lounge seats, anticipating a few hours of refining the plans. It was entertaining work, reading the list of crimes and coming up with the perfect punishment for when we caught them.
I sat down and readjusted the stupid bunny ears on my head.
Thistle had taken to making me feral and putting them on me when she thought I was‘misbehaving’. After the fourth time I’d woken up with them on my head, I’d left them on permanently. The entertainment was about the perception of humiliation, so I’d just wear out the charm.
It was working. None of the others thought it wasnearlyas funny as they once had.
I began scrolling through my phone, already spinning up ideas as I read the notes. It couldn’t be long until our next hunt. Bella had been too easy to catch—and had lasted about a week. Thistle had been bright in the bond the whole time the Omega had survived. I enjoyed going down to watch the process. Knox had turned up once in a while, too, and sometimes Bambi would poke her head in—it appeared Thistle was mentoring her.
My instincts were starting to itch for the next mission.
Knox was right: itwasmy kind of hunt.
I was pulled from my daydreams by a knock on the door.
People knocked at this place?
I hadn’t yet found a way into the security feed again, but I got to my feet, curious enough to look. Knox’s guards were outside, so they must have let them through.
I knew the truth even as I opened it.
Snow santal—a scent so familiar it almost didn’t register—hit my senses right as the huge door creaked open. Ice-blue eyes caught me first, and with a muttered curse, Zed Maverick had a loaded gun pointed between my eyes in a blink.
Ah. My dear old brother.
Beside him, looking like she’d seen a ghost, was Glade, and Knight, the hulking Alpha at her back. Both had weapons raised in an instant.
Shit.
Probably the pack that hated me most in the world…
The first thing that went through my head was that they couldn’t find out what Thistle had done to me. I wouldn’t let it happen—my pride just wouldn’t allow it. I glanced between them, short of ideas to get out of this.
Howhad they found me?
“What is going on?” Knight demanded.
“Where’s Kyan?” Zed shoved me back a step, fist clamped on my arm.
As in… Kyan Quinn Beaumont? The last Alpha in their pack wasn’t one I liked to think about if I could help it.
And inmyhouse?
He could fuck right off with that idea.
“Why wouldIknow where that waste of space is?”
“What areyoudoing here?” Glade demanded.
“Well.” I grimaced, glancing down at the green tea Zed had just spilled on my hand. My silk robe was hanging open, and I was still in my sweats. I gave a snort. “It just so happens I live here.”
