Page 115 of Psycho Shifters

“Who kept her as a servant? Are we sure she’s not lying?” Cobra asked coldly.

I didn’t like the look in Cobra’s eyes. I could practically see his gears churning and distrust building. He was going to take it out on Sadie.

“She didn’t say, but don’t you dare fucking accuse Sadie of anything. She’s been through more than either of you know.” I got up in Cobra’s face and used my height to look down at him.

“What do you know that we don’t?” The bastard was too perceptive for his own good.

“Nothing. Let’s see if the prisoner has woken up.” I stalked down the stairs into the torture room.

Against the wall, John was slumped out cold with his hands pinned above his head in the enchanted cuffs. His chest rose and lowered, and it was clear he was still breathing.

A beta could take massive amounts of abuse. Their body might shut down, but they always woke up after a few hours unconscious.

John was barely recognizable. His naked body was a swollen mass of bruises and blood.

Ascher whistled when he saw John, and Cobra chuckled.

“I see you handled John with care. I’m impressed.” Cobra laughed, and I could tell from the genuine mirth in his voice that he was. Cobra loved violence.

“He may have accidentally hit a few trees, rocks, and stairs on his way here.”

Cobra walked over to the slumped man and reached down. He squeezed the beta’s dick and yanked it forward so hard I was surprised it didn’t rip off. Ascher winced at the action.

John remained passed out cold.

Cobra looked back with a smile. His slit pupils still glowed. “He’s out. We’ll try again later.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ascher and Cobra “accidentally” kicked John’s body as we left.

Quickly, we hurried back to the room to make sure the little alpha was okay.

After all, no matter what anyone else thought or said. No matter what we did. No matter what she thought.

She was our little alpha.

SADIE

CUTE KITTENS & HAIR DYE

“Look what I found!” Aran shook my shoulder through the blankets.

“Don’t care.” I buried myself deeper under my warm covers. No way was I leaving my warm bed on the first day I’d been allowed to sleep in.

Half the compound had been given the day off to prepare for the Ianuarius party, and the other half had tomorrow off. The party was two weeks from now.

Luckily, Aran and I were both free today. Jax was off too, but he had left early to visit his sisters.

Unluckily, I was planning on sleeping in and Aran wasn’t.

After last week—fighting off the spider fae and being dragged buck naked through the snow—I felt like I had been run over by an avalanche. I deserved some beauty sleep.

A kitten made a soft meowing noise.

“Look, it’s a little, fluffy white kitten!” Aran shouted.

Abruptly, I was wide awake. I threw back the covers and instantly fell in love. “Oh my goddess, it’s so cute. Where did you find it?”

The tiny creature was barely bigger than Aran’s hand and covered in white fluff.