Page 28 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
But it had worked!We’dbrought him back.
Now he could help fix this stupid Bella mess.
“Shit,” Rogue muttered as Knox, with very little fight from Ace, shoved him through the door to the cage and slammed it shut.
I lifted my hand in protest, then dropped it. Guess that was fine—we could still play through the bars. That’s what I’d done with Rogue.
“Did you bring him back?” Rogue glanced back at me.
“No…” I lied.
Would they be pissed? I mean, hewasmine, right? So what if I wanted him not to be beast-mode anymore? That was none of their business.
Kinda.
“So he’s not heat bonded?” Knox asked, turning back to us.
Excuseme?
“He certainly is,” I snapped. How fucking rude—he wastotallymine. Knox raised his eyebrows as I winced, realising I’d been had. “Okay. I uh…” I nodded my head in a so-so motion. “I thought he might be able to help.”
“Help?”Knox hissed.
What?
Hewas the one who’d got us all into trouble with a whole-ass trafficking ring thing. He couldn’t judgeme.
“Okay, but how didyouknow he was back?” Rogue asked, jabbing a finger at Knox.
Knox stared between us for a long moment, and his expression was entirely unreadable. The silence was broken by the faint, cracked laugh behind him.
Ace had closed his fingers around the bars, and his forehead was resting against them as he watched. The bond flickered, and I felt him for a second.
Oh boy!
Hewasback—in a manner of speaking. He was in as many fragments as I was in the bond, like a storm was dusting off pieces a bit at a time.
Not fully present, but he was flickering in and out.
Right now, though, he seemed to think something wasveryfunny.
I frowned.
In my experience, anything Ace found funny spelled bad things for whoever the humour was directed at. Not that I usually cared, but right now his eyes were fixed solidly on Rogue.
I wrinkled my nose.
I was sick of these vendettas. Why did he care more about the Alphas in the room than me?
I’dbeen nice enough to bring him back. Plus, if he was back, he might actually be able to play Monopoly—likeproperlyplay.
I had to find the damned dog.
“What?” Rogue demanded.
Knox cleared his throat, and I could swear there was a hint of a smile warring across his expression.
“Isthis about the dog?” I asked hopefully. There was a serious lack of Alphas in this room focusing on the important things. I tugged at Rogue’s shirt expectantly.
