Page 96 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
As I finished off the little heart, I imagined what that would be like.
All five of us, together…
When I was done, I stared at the wound, blood oozing down his chest. My mark, on his skin forever. A little of that anxiety I’d been carrying around with me since he’d bitten Bella unwound.
“It’s gonna bleed a bit,” I said. He could go grab gauze and tape from the med kit in my bathroom. I’d already raided it a few times for Rogue’s marks. “Do you like it?” I asked, glancing up at him.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
Knox and Rogue fell asleep before me, and they were both in the bed, which was progress. When he’d crashed our hotel room Knox had passed out on the couch. Now I had him on one side and Rogue on the other, with me and Bunny in the middle, draped by their arms.
Perfect.
Well.
Almostperfect.
I lay in silence for a long, long while, not able to sleep.
My brain was being stupid.
I had two out of three Alphas. I was in my nest. Bunny was right here, with my sketchbook, knife, and the strip of photos of me and Rogue in his pouch.
Finally, after forever passed by and evenBunnyhad dozed off, I caught the faintest trace of a lightning storm.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes to see the doorway was open a few inches more than it had been when we turned in.
He’d been here.
Iknewit.
I was very careful tucking both Knox and Rogue’s arms around Bunny. He always smelled enough like me that they wouldn’t notice. Then I slipped out of the bed and hurried acrossthe room. Carefully, I poked my head around the open door into a hallway bright with moonlight spilling from the balcony at the end.
There was definitely a trace of fresh lightning storm in the air. It still crackled like static. But…
I frowned.
Ace had definitely been here, but the trail of s’mores Poptarts I’d laid out from his room to my nest were still present.
Damn.
Those were his favourite.
I crept out into the hall and made for his room. Oddly, though, when I stepped into the space that smelled like a full-blown windstorm, there was no one home.
Hugging myself, I wandered back toward my nest, unsure what to make of it.
Before I fully returned, though, I noticed the doors that led to the balcony were open a crack.
Aha!
I think I had him.
Careful not to squish any of the Poptarts beneath bare toes, I crept up to the balcony and peered out.
Sure enough, there he was.
My beautiful god Alpha.
