Page 44 of Psycho Shifters
I guessed Zed had done it.
Staring at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, I took a deep breath and cracked my broken nose back into place.
My eyes watered and pain paralyzed my brain as blood gushed onto the floor.
A moment later, I stepped out of the bathroom with a silky wave of straight white hair hanging down my back.
I never knew my hair could be so smooth and soft.
My nose was now straight on my face, but the circles under both eyes had become a hideous deep purple. According to Jax, it would take a day for the bruising to heal. I hoped he was right.
Still, my teeth were freshly brushed, and I had washed my face with sweet-smelling soap. I felt like a million bucks.
All three of the alphas stood in front of the door, waiting.
“Your hair looks nice.” Jax stared down at me. His warm chestnut scent was tinged with that of cold frost, and Cobra stood behind him, looking smug.
I grunted nondescriptly. Ascher’s words still rang in my head, and I was horrified by how much power they had over me.
These alphas were nothing to me, and I didn’t care about their opinions. I needed to keep it that way.
“We’re going to be late for breakfast because you took too long.” Ascher stomped out of the room.
The alphas followed, and I walked with them but kept a foot between them and myself. Clearly, I wasn’t actually one of them and I would never be.
It was best if I remembered that.
At breakfast, Ascher loudly complained about the betas, the weather, and his pancakes. Jax made a couple of passing comments, and Cobra said nothing.
I gorged myself on sausage and waffles. Honestly, it was one of the best breakfasts I had ever had, and my spirits immediately improved.
Turned out it was impossible to have a pity party while eating warm syrup on a waffle. That shit slapped. I tucked a few waffles in my pants for later.
Jax raised his eyebrow at my bulging sweatpants but didn’t say anything.
He was definitely my favorite.
After breakfast, the morning training session started. This time, we were in the gym with all the betas. Weirdly, no one mentioned the bearded man that had attacked me. Everyone just acted like he’d never existed.
We stretched and jogged to warm up, and then Jax led everyone through a punching and kicking sequence.
I got some side-eyes, but for the most part, everyone ignored me. Betas were good soldiers who didn’t question their alphas’ commands.
If Jax wanted me here, I was here. No one wanted to upset the alpha psychos.
I understood; I didn’t want to either.
The trouble hit an hour into stretching and going through punching exercises.
Suddenly, sirens blared, and lights flashed throughout the gymnasium.
“Fae breach, portal three. Midsize fae battle creature, species unknown. Fae breach, portal three. Midsize fae battle creature, species unknown,” blasted through the speakers on repeat.
Terror shot through me.
“Everyone to the battle room!” Jax jogged toward a black door hidden in the corner of the gym. Everyone followed.
The battle room turned out to be a large locker room that was full of every weapon imaginable. Guns, swords, and throwing knives decorated an entire wall.