Page 16 of Psycho Shifters

His delicious scent didn’t match his annoying personality.

“I didn’t ask for anything,” I said with disgust.

Jax sighed heavily. “You’re going to want to stretch.”

Cobra smiled at me, and it looked downright evil on his gorgeous face.

Ascher shoved me forward, and I stumbled to the ground.

On my hands and knees, I realized the mats weren’t actually blue and pink.

They were all blue—some were just dyed pink.

From blood.

The lever in my brain tipped.

The numb had recharged.

It clicked on.

SADIE

FIGHT CLUB

I walked forward through the massive gym, following behind the three alphas.

As I got closer, the soldiers turned and stared at me. They wore matching green outfits, and each person was large and intimidating.

I sniffed the air. Each soldier emitted a soft, smoky scent.

They smelled like Dick; they were betas.

I stood out in my too-small hoodie that had holes and my tattered pants.

I also stood out because I was short and puny. Dried blood from the bar fight still coated my face, and my hair was a mess.

Every beta in the gym appeared to be at least six feet tall—both women and men.

Betas weren’t immortal like alphas and omegas, but they still lived for two hundred years or longer.

These betas could be ten times my age or older.

A couple openly sneered as they looked down at me with disgust.

The numb was flowing through my veins, so I wasn’t embarrassed by the stares and scowls that greeted me.

Thirty shifters, eighteen men, twelve women.

I stared at them, knowing my blood-red eyes would make them uncomfortable.

Dick had always freaked out when I’d glared at him.

Like I’d predicted, a man with a bushy beard pulled his upper lip back with disgust as I met his gaze.

Staring down thirty beta shifters, all taller and stronger than me, I cataloged the two escape exits, and forty-foot ceiling.

There was nowhere to hide, just a cavernous room covered in bloody mats.