Page 98 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
I hadn’t been touched since Colt left.
I wanted to be like Glade—holding out only for my mate.
The one Alpha I wanted.
Finally, the agony faded as I caught the scent of a lightning storm.
I moaned, still curled up on the bed, trying to push myself up. He didn’t touch me, though, and I could barely move through the pain, each breath laboured.
How long had it gone on for?
He was… there, but still he wouldn’t touch me.
Instead, another scent appeared.
Dark cream cardamom.
I frowned.
Why was she here?
Glade… My… sister, right? My twin who’d come to whisper happy birthday to me.Even when Ace treated her like she was worth more, she’d still done that.
And she still hated him…
Refused to take him from me, even though I know she could if she wanted to.
“She told me she wants to be like you,” Ace was saying to her, a cruel humour in his voice. I made them both focus in my vision. “I’ve offered Alphas—a tranq—” He waved at the table, where the needle I’d rejected lay. “But she insists on suffering until I come. You know, I don’t enjoy being manipulated like that.”
I tried to shake my head.
No…
That wasn’t how I’d meant it.
I tried to tell him that, but he was so angry…
I jumped at a soft touch, and caught the comforting scent of cream cardamom. I clutched her, another stab of pain shooting through my core.
He was in here. I was in heat, and he didn’t want me.
Something was lodged in my throat. “I’m not pretty enough…” I was sobbing, swallowed by hormones. “…Even when he claims me, he doesn’t want to… to look at m-me.”
“Shhh…” Glade drew me closer and I clung to her. “You’re worth more than this, Thistle. No matter what lies he’s told you,” she whispered. “You’re so beautiful. If I was a foolish Alpha too weak for connection, I’d be afraid to look you in the eyes when I was with you, too.”
My lips parted in shock and some of the fog cleared. I could see her bright chestnut eyes, the dark, glossy hair tumbling around her shoulder, tickling my arms.
Had Glade just… insulted him?
I searched for Ace in the room. From the seat he was lounging in, he sat still, and I shrank back beneath the look in his eyes.
Oh… no, no, no…
He was staring at her, jaw clenched. “Of all the pressure points you have, my pathetic little scent match wasn’t the one I imagined.” I could hear the sneer in his voice, the edge to it he got when things were about to go bad. “For that, she will spend the rest of her heat alone.”
Glade’s lips were drawn back in a snarl. “As if anything I said would give you the courage to touch her when she’s like this.”
Like… what?
