Page 35 of Psycho Shifters

“No.” My broken voice echoed too loudly in the quiet hall.

Cobra shouldered past me roughly but bent down to whisper in my ear, “I don’t beat up weaklings.”

Goosebumps broke out all over my skin.

It took me a long second to process what Cobra had said, and then the implication hit me: he was answering my question from before.

My core clenched, and I swallowed thickly.

For some damn reason, Cobra whispering about beating me up was making my breath short and my palms sweaty.

Clearly, mental health was still not my strength.

“We’ll keep you safe.” A soft growl vibrated in Jax’s chest comfortingly.

I kept my arm tucked in his as Cobra stalked away from us.

I decided to not point out that Ascher and Cobra were more likely to attack me than they were to protect me.

The image of Cobra snapping the beta’s neck flashed before my eyes. Maybe they will protect me?

I sighed heavily. The only person I could trust was myself. And I needed to remember that.

Jax led me through the door with a wooden A for “alpha” on it. I barely registered anything as I sleepily walked over to my new bed and collapsed onto it.

COBRA

ESPIONAGE

An hour earlier...

The endless black vortex threatened to drown me.

For the last six years at the training complex, fighting as an alpha to contain the third portal, I had managed to hide my darkness deep in the recesses of my broken mind.

Living, training, and fighting alongside Jax had slowly thawed me.

The large man’s calm presence had given me the strength I needed to fight off my demons. Around him, I had rebuilt my broken consciousness piece by blackened piece.

Now all my effort was crumbling around me.

I hadn’t been obsessed with a woman since the incident. They disgusted and repulsed me; the new white-haired girl was no different.

Her almond-shaped eyes, thick lashes, and overly large lips were the perfect disguise.

The most poisonous vipers were the most beautiful.

Their menace was almost unrecognizable until their fangs sunk through your flesh and their venom stopped your heart.

I would never be a fool again.

Sitting on my bed in our shared alpha room, I focused on writing up a training plan for the next day. Jax and I alternated drawing up training schedules.

My pen left large ink splotches as I pressed it too hard into the paper. My instincts screamed at me.

The pit in my stomach was a lead weight that cramped uncomfortably.

The girl was unnatural and full of secrets, and I knew in my bones she was hiding something.