Page 40 of Psycho Shifters

“You gonna beat me up?” The girl bared her little white teeth at me.

Her red eyes flashed with anger, and the white strands of her hair framed her heart-shaped face.

For a second, I itched to run my fingers through her silky locks, across her high cheekbones.

The girl had no idea how much I yearned to hurt her, tie her up, and have my way with her pathetic body.

If she knew, she wouldn’t have taunted me.

She would run away screaming.

“Why did you cut out his tongue?” I asked instead of wrapping my knuckles around her small throat and squeezing until she gasped and begged me for air.

My body itched to slam her against the floor and ravish her.

“Because he was spewing shit,” she said as her red eyes flashed with pain.

She bit down on her quivering lower lip.

I had watched her fight for hours without flinching, and now her lip trembled like a little girl’s.

Instantly, rage boiled through me; she was keeping secrets.

Nausea spread through my gut, and the void beckoned.

This was why I hated women. They were all liars.

Jax gave her his arm, and his usually calm eyes were passionate, his body tense.

Once again, the weight in my stomach returned.

Jax was my rock, my alpha. Without him, I was broken and untethered.

Now someone else had his attention. Someone with secrets.

How long until she manipulated his protective instincts and love of women and drove him toward her and away from me?

She was everything I could never be.

She wasn’t broken.

Jealousy ate at my chest like writhing maggots. I bent over to whisper in her pathetic little ear.

“I don’t beat up weaklings.” I fantasized about throwing her to the ground and ravishing her.

As much as I wanted her to be, she wasn’t weak.

Still, she was nothing compared to the warrior beside her. Jax was a magnificent specimen of strength and control.

She was a little girl in over her head, and she would never tempt me. Her weak breakable attitude was all an act, a concentrated lie, and I wasn’t going to fall for it.

I stalked down the hall.

I had barely survived a woman before. She had held me captive for decades, and I’d promised I would never be so helpless again.

Women coveted pretty, shiny things, and that was all I was to them.

The ultimate bauble in their collection, a massive alpha covered in the rarest gems of all the realms.