Page 132 of Psycho Shifters

Three things happened at once: the kitten transformed into a large, terrifying-looking man. Ascher walked around the corner, holding a limp Cobra over one shoulder and a limp Aran over the other. I took off my stiletto and threw it at my kitten-man as hard as I could, and it stabbed him in the gut.

“You brought them. Good work,” the man who was not a kitten said to Ascher.

The fucking kitten now had long blonde hair that fell to his butt, and bright-purple eyes. His gold skin was similar to mine.

Of course, since my life sucked, he was almost as large as Jax but covered in leaner muscle like Cobra. It would be hard to take him down.

He also smelled delicious.

Spicy, sweet cinnamon oozed from his pores and wafted around my throat like a vise. My pussy clenched, and I trembled to lick him, claim him.

Holy fuck. He’s an omega.

Everything about his scent made my skin burn with desire, and I felt a new muscle in my vagina clench as I inhaled his scent.

I shook my head to stop myself from throwing myself at him and licking his golden skin. Only an omega could cause such a strong reaction in an alpha.

I’d thought only women could be omegas? That was what we had learned in school. We’d also learned that only men could be alphas, so what did they know.

Grunting, ass naked, he pulled out the stiletto that I had buried in his eight-pack of abs. “Ascher, I told you to take care of her.”

“It was complicated, Xerxes. We still completed the mission. Relax.” Ascher’s voice sounded different. Instead of being fiery, full of rage, he was calm.

Calculated.

Like a fucking spy.

Bile rose up my throat at his betrayal.

The numb clicked on.

Transform.

I focused on tingling and transforming into my saber-toothed tiger, but nothing happened. Fucking Xerxes had a vial with blue flames hanging around his neck.

Stab him in the trachea with your heel. Throw him at Ascher. Stab Ascher through the temple.

Before either man could move, I snapped the stiletto off my other heel and threw my body at Xerxes.

Unfortunately, Xerxes ducked at the last moment, and my weapon speared his shoulder instead. He threw me off him, and I slammed against the wall of the building.

Instead of rushing me like I’d expected, he held the vial around his neck in one hand.

“Fae flame, fire, flicker, combust.”

There was a loud popping noise, and the air sparkled with blue shimmers.

Out of nowhere, a tall, beautiful woman appeared. She had bright-blue eyes and midnight-black hair. Her dress resembled a gossamer spiderweb. It hung off her tall, willowy limbs and billowed in the cold wind.

Xerxes and Ascher both dropped to their knees. “Hail the Queen,” they said in unison.

The fae queen stood in front of me.

Claw out her eyes.

I lunged forward, but blue flames shot from her fingertips and pain pricked all over my body like I was being stabbed with needles. It wasn’t hot like fire; it was pain incarnate.

Everything inside me screamed with agony. I should have been writhing on the ground, screaming.