Page 151 of My Unhinged Alphas
He crosses the distance before I can brace for it and cups my face with one hand.
Then he kisses me.
Not long. Not deep enough to drag me under. Just one hard, startling kiss right on the mouth, warm and solid and completely inappropriate in every possible way.
I blink at him when he pulls back.
The room goes dead still.
Havoc looks down at me and says, “If some creep put cameras in your bedroom, the least we can do is give him a better show next time.”
For one beat I just stare at him.
Then the shock hits.
Then the absolute insanity of it.
A laugh punches out of me before I can stop it. Half outrage, half disbelief.
“Havoc,” Vale says, flat and warning.
“What?” Havoc says without looking away from me. “It worked.”
It did. God help me, it did.
The panic loosens just enough that I can think around it again. My breathing is still uneven, but it’s no longer trying to climb out of my throat. My chest still hurts, but less like I’m dying and more like I’ve just been scared out of my skin.
I drag a hand over my face. “You’re deranged.”
“Yes,” he says. “Stay with me.”
I take one more breath and look around the room again. The contract. The photos. The map. The corkboard. The monitor.
Actual things.
Actual evidence.
My voice comes out flatter now, more like myself. “Okay.”
Knox watches me closely. “You with us?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
Havoc smiles. Vale says nothing, but some of the tightness goes out of his face.
I step away from Knox fully this time and force myself to look at the desk, not the wall. “So what do we do?”
Voss folds his arms. “We secure everything.”
I nod once. “Right. Okay. Fine.” I drag in another breath and start sorting the chaos into pieces I can live with. “Photos, contract, the map, the feeds, whatever storage holds the camera footage. We take it all.”
Havoc’s eyebrows go up slightly, approving.
Without really thinking, I say, “And then we call the cops.”
The room changes immediately.
Voss’s reaction is instant and vicious. “No.”
