Page 6 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
The thunderous storm around me froze, towering walls of clouds suspended in the sky, torrents of rain glittering faintly as my breath stilled.
He was all I felt.
But Knox was gone.
Bonded.
My Alpha—ripped away.
Another moan splintered the peace. “Mine…”
I hurt.
I hurt so fucking badly.
My own whine shocked me from the spiral as pain burst through my neck. I let out a choked gasp as his teeth dug in again, over the bite he’d given me once before. It was a furious demand, and the connection between us blew open as he consumed me.
He was everywhere.
Mind, body, and soul.
My god Alpha.
Mercilessly, he tore me from myself, and I became untethered with him, swallowed by feral instincts that offered refuge as I tumbled into oblivion.
ROGUE
Thistle was safe for the moment.
I slipped through the back stairwell again, and when I shut the door, I waited for the lock to click shut.
There had never been a resident of this house who hadn’t had to worry about enemies, and the basement was designed to be almost impossible to get into without the code or a key. The back stairwell entrance was locked by a code, and that was the way I left.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and frowned at a text from Knox:hide her.
In the corner of the screen I saw I had signal—earlier it had been down. This must have been what he’d sent me before.
Bella’s pack had jammed the wifi. They’d likely done more than that—Oh.
My mind raced back to the security feed I’d pulled up days ago, when I’d seen two devices online. I’d thought it was the Misfits, but with how thoroughly Bella’s pack had dismantled the systems…
Shit.
I should have said something.
But I couldn’t focus on that right now.
The silence was eerie as I took the stone steps all the way up to the second floor. Vance’s body was still slumped against the stone wall.
He was right where I’d left him—knocked out and motionless. There was little chance he’d have made it out safe if he’d followed me into the fight. I barely knew how I had.
I picked up his limp form with ease—he was lighter than Knox.
Using the back stairs, I carried him across to the east wing.
The Misfits had locked down, leaving their lounge silent and empty. I spotted a bowl of noodles on the counter, untouched. I edged past the scattering of couches to the bland, thick door beside the wall-mounted TV.
I banged on the door with my elbow before leaning back, angling Vance toward the camera above.
