Page 182 of Psycho Pack

Tonight's going to end with me ripping some spines out, isn't it?

But before I can react, Valek smoothly steps into their line of sight, his white suit gleaming under the neon lights. The casual menace in his posture makes them think better of whatever they were planning.

At least these ones are capable of using the head on their shoulders and not the head in their pants.

The Alpha's Alpha looms closer with each step, that grotesque neon sign casting twisted shadows across the street. My muscles tense as we approach the entrance, where a line of well-dressed guests stretches around the block. We're going to have to head straight for the VIP entrance.

This is the first real test.

Ivy touches my arm gently.

Reassuringme.

It takes everything I have to not return her touch.

To not be fucking obvious.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

IVY

Ikeep my eyes downcast as we approach the VIP entrance, fighting every feral instinct screaming at me to bare my teeth at the alphas we pass. Their hungry gazes slide over me like oil, making my skin crawl beneath the silk of my gown.

But I can't react.

Can't show any sign that I'm anything other than a pampered, well-trained omega.

The neon sign above casts an eerie red glow over everything, making the shadows dance like living things. The stiletto crushing the wolf's head over and over burns into my retinas, an on-the-nose metaphor for what this place represents.

Power.

Dominance.

The strong crushing the weak.

Little do they know what kind of wolves they're letting through their door tonight.

My alphas move around me in perfect formation, a living shield between me and the rest of the world. Thane leads with that natural commanding presence that draws respect withouttrying. Plague and Whiskey flank me while Wraith and Valek bring up the rear.

We're all predators here.

Just better dressed than usual.

The bouncer is massive, his bald head gleaming under the red and purple neon lights. His face reminds me of a bulldog, all jowls and perpetual scowl. He barely glances up from his tablet as we approach, clearly used to dealing with the elite.

"Name?" he grunts, his voice like gravel.

"Adler pack," Thane replies smoothly. The false name rolls off his tongue with practiced ease. "We're expected."

My heart skips a beat as the bouncer doesn't say anything. But I keep my expression carefully neutral. A pampered omega wouldn't be worried about getting into a club. This is probably just another Tuesday night for them.

Then the bouncer nods. He doesn't even look at us properly, too bored or too jaded to care. "Go ahead."

The metal detector we pass through doesn't make a sound, thanks to our Surhiiran weapons. I can feel the weight of the carbon fiber blade strapped to my thigh beneath my dress.

Hopefully, I won't need to use it.