Psycho alphas part two, p.1
Psycho Alphas: Part Two, page 1
part #2 of An Unhinged Reverse Harem Duet Series
PSYCHO ALPHAS: PART TWO
A DARK RH OMEGAVERSE
MARIE MACKAY
Copyright © 2025 by Marie Mackay
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Edited by Caity Hides
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Content Warnings
Book One Recap
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Epilogue Three
Pack Collision Bonus Epilogue
Afterword
Thank you!
CONTENT WARNINGS
This is an MFMM romance that features a psycho FMC and very morally grey MMCs.
General Trigger Warnings: Human trafficking and auction imagery, graphic violence and gore, use of guns and knives, near-death scenes (including CPR/revival), drugging and poisoning, and torture. Dark humour around violence. There are ongoing references to trafficking networks and survivor recovery. This is a fictional book and does not reflect reality in depth of this topic.
Between Love Interests: Non-consensual and dubious consent sexual acts (rough penetration, knotting, choking, bondage, forced stimulation). Eroticized punishment, BDSM/kink dynamics, voyeurism, and group sex (including multiple partners and double penetration). Use of muzzles, collars, chains, shock devices, and ritualized humiliation within pack dynamics. Obsessive marking/cutting anxiety, including carving into skin as part of possession or ritual. Abuse, non-con, and dub-con in this book are not reflective of how relationships should be practiced outside of fiction. It’s exploratory, healing, and for expression, NEVER an endorsement of these behaviors in real life.
Abuse Outside of Love Interests: Coercion, physical confinement, and trafficking. Emotional fallout from past torture, abuse, and tense family confrontations. Attempted sexual assault.
Emotional Triggers: Panic attacks, flashbacks, intrusive thoughts, dissociation, spiraling mental states, survivor’s guilt, and grief. Themes of body hatred/dysphoria tied to being Omega. Anxiety, insecurity, and ongoing survivor distress.
This book shares characters with Queen of Diamonds and the HRO universe, but the Psycho Alphas duet does deviate slightly to the original Jillian West worldbuilding (namely the ability to destroy unwanted pack bonds in unusual ways) though she kindly let me use her ‘soul match’ concept (And steal a Manzo cousin for one of Thistle’s hunks).
Three alphas means never having to say ‘I’m sorry’.
BOOK ONE RECAP
CHARACTERS
Thistle Maverick: our psycho Omega FMC determined to piece together a respectable sized franken-pack.
Bunny: her plushie (pack lead and notoriously terrible monopoly player).
Rogue Manzo: her scent match, chained by Knox but willing to do anything to protect her. He has a kill switch in his neck that Knox controls.
Knox Wilde: the Alpha she’s fallen for without fate’s intervention. Knox has bitten into arch-villain Bella in order to protect Thistle.
Ace Maverick: her feral soul match, heat-bonded and unhinged (2nd Bunny—actual pack lead).
After being bought by Knox and taken to his mansion, Thistle falls for both Knox and Rogue and is determined to bring them into one pack. Rogue bites her, but before Knox can, Bella—Knox’s scent match and an evil bitch from the trafficking ring—storm the mansion with her pack of Alphas, taking Knox and Thistle captive.
To save Thistle’s life, Knox bites into Bella’s pack, but Bella turns on Thistle anyway. At the last moment, Ace—long believed dead—returns feral: ready to kill to protect her.
Dragged outside and drugged, Knox is left at Bella’s mercy. Rogue confronts her, gun in hand, torn between saving Knox or walking away. With Ace—who knows about the kill switch in Rogue’s neck—now back in Thistle’s life, Rogue might not need Knox at all.
Will Rogue abandon Knox to Bella?
“You have your scent match, I have mine. Walk away and claim your life back, Rogue Manzo.”
A SOUL MATCH
A connection stronger than a scent match. Soul matches are destined for each other, feeling the others’ pull like a magnet. The scent of a soul match is a fresh lightning storm.
It is a physical impossibility for soul matches to kill one another.
A HEAT BOND
When an Omega in heat forms a connection with an Alpha who is on the brink of becoming feral, it creates a bond of dependency. The Omega controls the Alpha’s sanity, with the power to keep them grounded or push them back into ferality.
ONE
THISTLE
Quiet settled upon the room like a blanket.
I drew a painful breath through exhausted lungs, inhaling sharp, static air.
Lightning.
And with it came the faintest breeze that followed a storm, a gentle wind sweeping across the chaos.
It drowned everything else out.
The cool marble of the ballroom seeped into my skin—my cheek and my fingers. My fist trembled, still clutching the knife.
I couldn’t see much from where I lay, but I could see the source of the frantic patter filling my ears. Crimson blood splashed onto the marble in a hurry, rushing then slowing, sometimes finding a surge of energy, but eventually turning to a slow drip, drip, drip of what had once been life now seeping from an unmoving form.
The body of a dead Alpha was slumped over the coffee table ahead. His hazel eyes were glassy.
I’d always found it curious how a body looked different after death.
How it became an it—no longer a them, as if flesh was never meant to be more than just a vessel.
I shuddered, feeling a surge of the drug in my system. The one Bella’s Alphas had injected me with. It was vicious and unrelenting, forcing my heat…
I couldn’t do this right now.
My vessel haunted me, chaining me to things I’d never wanted, making sure I had to fight harder for anything I did want.
It made it hard not to hate.
Strong arms wound around me, and every touch of his skin against mine was shocking warmth to my frigid body.
My god Alpha.
Ace had come back for me.
He’d fought and killed for me, madder and more frightening than anything I’d ever seen.
A low growl rolled up his spine, vibrating down to my soul—a warning to the ghosts he’d just brought to life in order to keep me safe.
Everything should be alright now.
My god Alpha had come back.
But the heat drug in my system was making things hazy.
Nothing was alright.
The aftermath was still and peaceful, but the flashes weren’t: the needle jammed into my flesh; Knox kneeling, biting Bella’s outstretched foot.
That was agony, and another terrible whimper shook me.
Rogue was mine. He’d bitten in—bitten me—and my pack was three, so everything should be alright.
But Knox had bitten Bella Morgan. He wasn’t my scent match, and yet so much more important for it.
I needed him like I needed breath.
An Alpha I’d fallen for with no fate involved. I loved him just as much as I loved Rogue, or Ace, or Bunny…
I sobbed.
Ace’s fingers dug into my flesh, another growl shuddering through his body as if needing to find the invisible threat.
But Knox had bitten her to protect me.
He was gone.
She’d fled and taken him with her.
I choked through another surge of tears, curling into my god Alpha’s strong arms. Pain wracked my body, demanding I take more from him, demanding a heat I hadn’t asked for.
The betrayal of a vessel I didn’t want.
ROGUE
The gun sagged in my grip.
I was outside the front of the mansion, and Knox was limp, pressed up against the wall by Bella, but his eyes burned as they fixed on me.
A plea. His lips parted, as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t, and the faint tremor in his jaw sent a spike of dread through me.
I shoved back the terror, the adrenaline, the insanity of the night, and focused on the words Bella had spoken.
“You have her already. You don’t need him.”
She wanted me to back off. To let her steal Knox away so I could return to Thistle.
To the pack I’d already claimed.
She believed I would leave him behind.
A long, drawn-out silence held us all suspended, and finally, Rodrick’s weapon lowered as mine had. His eyes were wild, and I could see the madness of an Alpha who’d just felt the death of his pack mates. His only focus was my gun as I shifted the threat away from his Omega.
Still, Bella’s words echoed in my head.
“Doesn’t she need you right now…?”
But those words didn’t mean what she thought they did.
I knew what Thistle needed.
That truth was etched into me like a laser behind my eyes. After I’d bonded her in the basement, she’d scrambled from my arms, chasing Knox down as he left, and I’d felt her fear when she hadn’t been able to stop him.
I’d felt the agony that had scored her in two when Knox’s teeth had met Bella’s flesh.
It wasn’t just me she needed, and it never had been.
And… for me, he had been a constant. A pivotal piece of my life for years. Something I wasn’t ready to let go of.
This was it.
I had one chance: save Knox, reach Ace—and pray he was protecting her—then get us all to safety. The basement was my territory—it was safe and sectioned from the rest of the mansion. And under no circumstances could I let Bella die, or I’d be faced with a pack of feral Alphas who had nothing left to lose.
Let them flee.
I took a breath, realising the risk I was about to take—for an Alpha who hated me.
I flipped the gun so the barrel was in my hand and smashed it into the face of the Alpha at my side. A gunshot split the air.
It missed—or I thought it had, since I wasn’t slowed.
I grabbed the Alpha by his shirt and used every ounce of weight to shove him back. He caught Knox and Bella, and they all went down. I leaped after them an instant later, kicking a stray gun from the tangle of limbs.
I hauled Knox from the chaos before they could pick themselves up, and his dead weight dragged against me.
I didn’t hesitate, though. I needed him. The fact I couldn’t kill her without killing us all was a problem—it was the only thing that would free Knox from the bond he’d just made with her. Without it, he could get over himself and claim Thistle.
His low, vicious growl rumbled through my bones, but he was completely dead weight. I had to throw my shoulder under his arm as I made for the door.
I heard a shout behind me. It was Bella.
She knew what I was doing—stealing away the Alpha that had just entered her bond.
I didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t hers. He was Thistle’s.
He was mine.
I launched for the door, dragging him with me. The sound of metal against stone caught my ear—one of them going for the gun?
I didn’t wait to find out. The handle was in my grip and I shoved Knox through. I let him drop without ceremony as I turned, ripping the door closed behind us just as a gunshot echoed.
My hands were shaky as I fumbled with the lock.
I felt another spike of fear in the bond.
Thistle…
Finally, a click sounded and the door was secure. Not enough, but it would do for now if I was fast.
Knox’s breathing was ragged, each breath short and sharp as I turned back to him.
Well.
Fuck me.
He’d been drugged to oblivion, and there was no way he was walking anywhere.
I didn’t wait, knowing time was against us. He was in Bella’s pack, and I couldn’t bank on her letting that go, no matter how much danger the chaos in the ballroom posed.
So, with little dignity, I lifted Knox into my arms, almost stumbling a step since he wasn’t fucking light. As I staggered up the hallway he shifted in my grip, ragged breaths breaking into growls.
Was he trying to escape?
I glanced down to see his gaze fixed on me, utter fury in it.
“Stop fighting!” I snarled.
Stupid prick.
We were in the slim hallway that led to the back staircase I’d used to sneak up here.
To my left was the doorway to the ballroom. I glanced down at Knox in my arms, doing a quick calculation. Couldn’t go in like this—not if any of Bella’s Alphas were still in there.
I made for the closet to my right.
Fighting with the door, I ignored another furious growl from him.
“Shut! It!” I hissed as I set him down.
His caramel eyes burned as they met mine. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him so hateful.
Whatever.
He’d get the fuck over it.
I closed the door and backed up to the ballroom, fumbling for my gun and checking it before noticing it was out of rounds. Damn. It had been before I went after Bella. A manic laugh escaped my chest as I realised that.
Knox was the reckless one—I was not built for this.
I shouldered open the door to the ballroom, readying myself for hostiles within, but to my relief, there wasn’t any movement.
My gaze was drawn like a magnet to the figures in the center. I first saw the dead bodies. One was barely recognisable as human, torn to pieces and scattered around. The other was a dead Alpha strewn over the coffee table next to the stage Bella had set up, with the armchair central to the room.
But there was one thing that pulled my focus more than anything else.
Ace was there with Thistle among the gore and blood. He held her in his arms as they curled up together on the floor.
“Thistle…!” I made for her, all rational thoughts vanishing from my mind.
Ace growled, ice-blue eyes burning as he pushed himself up, looking at me. He had a stained golden skull mask on his face and chains on his wrists. For all his fury, he moved like a shield drawn over her, as if she were the only reason he still breathed.
Ignoring him, I crouched, tugging the gun from beside a disembodied hand, and—fuck me—blood and flesh were everywhere as if Ace had torn it from the body with his bare hands.
My sweet Omega’s cheeks were flecked with red, eyelashes heavy.
Ace drew her closer, another growl shuddering in the air as he fixed his gaze on me.
It wasn’t hostility like I’d seen before though. I could feel him in the bond, flickering fury, vengeance, and hatred, all growing duller as his gaze swept over me again. As if he couldn’t quite decide whether I was a threat or not.
“Kitten,” I said quietly, focusing on Thistle and hoping she would be able to calm him. “We have to go.”
She uncurled in his arms slowly. Her cheeks were tear-streaked, creating tracks through gore, and her eyes were wide as they held mine.
Her moonflower scent was strong in the air, a flood of hormones and heat. She was shivering as she clutched Ace.
I dared to reach out, jamming the gun under his chin, instincts insisting I put a bullet in his skull if he got in the way. I don’t know if he sensed that, or if he had enough consciousness to understand the meaning of the weapon.
“You’ll be okay,” I told her, cupping her cheek. “But we have to go.”
It wasn’t safe yet.
It was a task, carrying her and dragging Ace in the right direction by the chains on his wrists, but I let out a breath of relief as I stepped through the basement door, shutting it behind me.
This was my territory, sectioned off with locks, on a different security system by design. No one else would have access to this place.
It meant she was safe.
I had to go back up, but she was safe.
When I reached my room, I made for the bathroom and hauled them both into the shower, making sure the water wasn’t too hot.
When I set her down, her grip curled around my arm to stay upright, and I felt a shock of discomfort through the bond. She shook her head, and I realised she was shivering. Unsettled, I reached for the knob to make the water hotter, and she finally calmed.
