Page 128 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

That’s okay.

This one doesn’t need to last that long. Just a bit more, then we can sneak back out and find the others…

My god Alpha was gonna be so fucking proud when he found out.

I hummed happily, flipping the knife in my grip and setting back to work. There was a big ol’ bleeder down by the thigh. It was thick and strange to squish, and I always loved to see if I could get to it without blowing the whole vascular system wide open.

Good thing Ace took you from me, Bunny. You’d just get all mucky in here.

I trailed the knife down to his chest, pressing it in right below his belly button.

I poked his fist, peeling it open to a flat palm where I pressed my fingers to his, seeing the difference in size.

“You’re shaking...”

My back still ached from when he’d thrown me into the wall.

“What were you gonna do in here?” I asked, cocking my head and looking back up. “You dragged me all the way in so we could havespecialtime together.” The knife slipped lower, pressing hard enough to pierce the skin of his muscles. “Bella said you dreamed about me. Is this what it was like?”

The sour tang of leather mixed with the scent of piss.

Uh.

Ew.

Well, that’s one hell of a defence mechanism, Bunny.

THIRTY-FOUR

ROGUE

Free of the grip of Bella’s Alphas, I—like most of the room—was staring at the screen in utter shock.

Thistle, with no idea that the whole room could hear every little hum or whisper to Bunny, took her sweet time. She blazed with burning energy in the bond—happier than I’d ever felt.

That was… unsettling…

The Ring was depraved, but I don’t think we’d ever seen a show like this one. Thistle was one of a kind. Well… seeing how enraptured Ace was, his end of the bond blown open with utter pride, I might be off the mark on that one.

Two of a kind.

Bella was shaking, her ragged breathing the only thing I could hear over Thistle’s muttering and Rodrick’s groans.

I remained standing while Knox slumped against my chair, his fist tight.

He seemed torn between feeling the destruction of another Alpha in the bond he shared and the need to watch every moment of Thistle’s madness on the screen.

Finally, Thistle set down the knife, poking at the limp form of an Alpha who had to be seconds from death.

At last, it was over. I started to rise, but Ace waved me down.

“What?” I asked.

“Wait for her to come to us,” Ace said.

“Why—?”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Ace asked, breaking his gaze from the screen.