Page 61 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I didn’t miss the way her scent wilted. Rogue noticed the same, and I met his gaze for a moment. He looked as bitter as I felt.
“Just not… now,” I muttered.
I’d die for her. Bite into a pack with my worst nightmare. But having to share my Omega nest cuddles with Rogue?
“My night. You crashed my date,” Rogue shrugged. “I get another turn.”
“He has a point,” Thistle said, eyeing me.
“Fine. Tomorrow’s mine. But I want one promise out of you.”
“Uh huh?”
“I don’t want you alone with Ace?—”
“But he’smine!” She cut me off, voice shrill, fists closing in my shirt.
I pinched the bridge of my nose at the utter outrage in her tone. “Justfor now. I don’t trust him and neither should you.”
“Did you trust me when I first got here?” she demanded.
“Not in the slightest.”
“And you said I was yours.”
I scowled. “Youare.”
“But you were allowed to be alone with me.”
“I… You aren’t?—”
“What?”She folded her arms. “Not as smart as him?”
“No. Just not… so manipulative.” I couldn’t help but throw a look at Rogue. I knew exactly what was going through his head the moment the words had slipped from my mouth.
Don’t say it.
Don’t. Say. It.
He was grinning. “Well, Kitten. Shall we turn in? I think you’re perfectly manipulative.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up, and she was scrambling from my lap and all but launching into his arms.
He caught her easily, lifting her up by her waist like a doll hovering before him. “Best in the business,” he said.
“Best?”She folded her arms almost comically, an eyebrow raised. “He bought you, didn’t he?” Rogue tossed her over his shoulder and marched them out, making sure to outline everything I hoped he wouldn’t as he left. “Now you have him eating out of your palm, freeing your mate, opening his territory to Ace—andhe—” But that was when the door slammed shut behind them, blessedly saving me from the rest of his smug tirade.
EIGHTEEN
KNOX
“I think we should sit down and make an actual plan.” Rogue’s words were as unwelcome as he was. He slouched in the chair opposite my desk. “With Ace and Thistle.”
It was the next day, and I’d stayed up most of the night, wishing it was me in her nest.
I shut my laptop, not wanting the email screen reminding me of how much he might be right. No sign of Bella yet, but my contact, Doyle, had already heard the first rumour in the Ring’s circles that I was a traitor. If that was getting around, the danger wasn’t far behind.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
