Page 132 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two

What are they talking about, Bunny?

“What are you waiting for?” Ace asked.

“Ah…” Rogue, who was staring at Ace oddly, seemed to clue in. “Shit.”

“What?”

I looked at Knox, but he was still ashen. The death of his pack mate had taken a toll, and I could see he wasn’t all with it.

“Fuck.”Rogue scowled but began down the steps, tugging that chain and getting Knox to follow.

“What’s… happening?” I asked as they left.

“You did everything right tonight, Omega,” Ace told me.

He didn’t lie. Not ever. And he never told me I’d done well unless he had to. Still… “It’s not… not feeling like that,” I whispered, voice cracking as I looked back up at him. I tried to turn—to follow Rogue and Knox, to seek out the limo that was waiting for us—but Ace’s fingers closed around my neck.

“Look at me.”The Alpha bark was a quiet command, but he’d never given me one that hadn’t been almost impossible to ignore. I met his eyes, feeling the panic whisper like a nightmare beckoning, as if I just hadn’t yet turned the corner. I clutched Bunny tighter, fingers shaking.

“You were everything I asked,” Ace said. “You did everything right, and you painted a picture none of them will forget.”

He hadn’t just wanted me at his side. He’d told me to go further—to be bold enough to make her angry. Off balance. Prone to mistakes.

He told me he knew I could do that like no one else.

And I had—IthoughtI had… I even used his gift, the bracelet still around my wrist.

Everything should be right, then, shouldn’t it?

“But…?” I whispered.

“They’re still watching, and I won’t let you ruin it now. Not when you’ve done so well.”

I swallowed, daring a glance down the steps. My heart tripped, my fingers digging too tight into Bunny.

Why… why would we ruin it?

I heard the faint sound of a car door shutting, and then Ace’s grip was on my wrist as he tugged me down the shallow stairs.

I felt a numbness washing over me.

Have we… messed up, Bunny?

…Badly… somewhere…I could feel it.

Ace didn’t seem angry, and that… that made things worse, because I didn’t know what I’d done.

Finally, we reached the limo, and Ace pressed me back against it. “Kiss me, Omega.”

I looked up, violet eyes locked with ice blue—they were glaciers that gave nothing away—as I leaned up. His lips were soft against mine, passionate, too caring. Caring from Ace was foreign… it was as if he was trying to fix me up.

Like… like he knew we were about to crack into a million pieces…

Then the door was opening, and I stepped in, my heart racing like a hummingbird as I took in what was inside.

The world swayed strangely as the door behind me slammed. The engine rumbled.

And I just… stared.