Page 20 of Psycho Shifters

Most of the time, Jax and Cobra had battled for the first position. When one of them lost, Ascher would advance and then lose.

Jax had fought like a man possessed, heavy muscles bunching and contracting as he’d delivered punishing blow after punishing blow. He was large, but his feet were fast.

Meanwhile, Cobra had danced like the wind, peppering punches and kicks faster than the eye could follow and dancing out of harm’s way.

Ascher had held his own and was a mix of might and dramatic moves. The numb had noted that he was trained in Muay Thai.

The tattooed man was large and talented, but he wasn’t strong enough to beat Jax’s power or fast enough to stop Cobra.

The rest of the betas had been impressive, but much less skilled than the alphas.

Meanwhile, I’d won as many matches as I’d lost and was smack dab in the middle of the group, so I’d never gotten to fight the other alphas.

Number fifteen. Unacceptable.

Around me, betas collapsed to the mats in exhaustion, some vomiting, while others chugged water.

I stood where I was, afraid my body would give out if I tried to move.

“Who trained you?” Jax walked toward me with purpose. Ascher and Cobra followed him.

The three alphas moved like a pack of snow lions hunting in the mountains, synchronous and terrifying.

“No one.” I picked dried blood off my face.

I’d taken a punch to the throat, so my already mangled voice was even harsher than usual.

Unsurprisingly, it had been from the man with the bushy beard.

I turned my head to find him across the room, and he was staring me down. He looked like he still felt the pain from when I’d scissor kicked him in the balls.

I gave him a knowing smile.

The beta was going to be a problem. His hatred for me ran deep, and I wasn’t sure why.

Kill him.

“Bullshit. You’ve clearly been trained. Who taught you?” Ascher invaded my space as he accused me.

His alpha scent of heady pine reminded me of the woods. It made me want to run away into the forest and disappear.

I snapped my head back and stepped away from the three alphas who were crowding my space.

Up close, towering over me, they seemed more like gods than men.

“No one,” I repeated calmly.

My calm demeanor pissed Ascher off, and his amber eyes lit with anger.

Jax and Cobra said nothing. They just studied me with narrow eyes, like I was some type of creature they had never seen before.

In fact, everyone in the room was studying me.

I could see the questions in their gazes and the little bits of fear.

They were confused about how I was still standing.

Small and frail, I’d managed to take at least one hundred blows and give just as many without collapsing.