Page 62 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
Rogue unlocked his phone and turned it to me.
On the screen, I could see one of the outdoor security feeds, cropped down to the relevant area. Thistle was clinging to the pipes on the side of the mansion, Bunny in her mouth as she reached out with her leg to hook her limbs over the balcony railing.
Ah,fuck. “I assume that’s his room?”
“Bingo.”
“Is there a reason you’re here instead of running about beneath her with a trampoline?”
I thought I already knew the answer as Rogue snorted. “It was twenty minutes ago. But I did make sure there was no broken Omega in the bushes.”
I rested my head against the back of my chair, blowing out a sigh.
Dammit.
“So,” Rogue mused. “This went about as well as it did last time.”
“What?”
“Banning her from her mate.” Rogue chuckled. “We do need to get ahead of this, though, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, that probably means getting him on board.”
“I willnotstoop that low.”
Rogue shrugged. “Well then, I just look forward to watching Ace wipe the floor with you.”
“He won’t.”
Rogue chuckled. “You’re delusional.”
“This is my fucking territory. I’ve been deconstructing the Ring for years. He’s useless.”
“Yeh. I wouldn’t bet on it. In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s already adjusted the security schedule to double the watch on her end of the house, ordered a thousand dollars of takeout on your credit card, and broken the feed to his new room.”
I opened my mouth, then shut it.
No, hehadn’t.
He didn’t even have a phone.
I opened the feed to see Ace sleeping in the large bed.
I frowned, watching the edge of the screen carefully until I saw what I was looking for.
“Damn.”
It was looping.
I tried to reset the cameras and the screen flickered off. When it reloaded at last, the black screen remained, but upon it flickered a blood red middle finger and a rose, the image a haphazard painting across the screen.
“How does he know how to do that?”
Rogue shrugged. “No idea. Took me ages to get back in after you kicked me off it all.”
“He’s not even supposed to have a phone.”
I was already opening up my finances, though, and sure enough I could see the obscene charge to my card from a delivery service.
Goddammit.
