Page 63 of Psycho Shifters

He smirked over at me as he pulled himself easily up and over the bar.

At a hundred and twenty years old, I had loved, fought, and fucked many men and women in the shifter realm. None of them held a candle to Cobra.

Cobra’s high cheekbones framed a stately nose, wicked mouth, and shocking emerald eyes. His wide shoulders tapered to a lean waist that was striated with muscles.

But it wasn’t just his outer beauty that made him devastatingly handsome; it was his contrasting nature that drew me in. On the surface, Cobra was cold as ice, but underneath he was an inferno of passion and loyalty.

He was an intoxicating mix of cruel and loyal. He was damaged and angry with the world but fought fearlessly and had saved dying betas countless times in battle.

Cobra liked to pretend he was black to the bone, cruel, and not savable, but he wasn’t at all.

He hurt those who hurt others, and he fought to protect the weak. Sparring with him was like a breath of frosty air. It filled my lungs with adrenaline and spiked my beast into a fever pitch.

Just being around him was exhilarating. You never knew what would happen next.

Sadie and Cobra glared at each other, and sparks practically leapt between them.

The delicate waif and the strong snake man. They were polar opposites, and it should have been impossible for me to be attracted to both of them at the same time.

I hoisted my weights and grunted. Everything was messed up.

Taking care of five younger sisters, overtime I’d become overly protective of women. My sisters would beat my ass if they knew how I was treating Sadie, and I would let them.

My stomach cramped like it always did when I thought about my family.

I was an immortal alpha, and my mother was a null shifter. She had lived unnaturally long for a null, but still passed away a decade ago. She’d adopted me when I was just a baby.

I thought about her every day. There was an aching cavern in my heart that would never again be filled.

A little less than twenty-years ago, she adopted my oldest sister. Before my mother had died, she’d adopted four more girls. She was selfless like that.

I didn’t get much time off as an alpha, but when I did, I went home to the girls. All the money I made, I sent to them. It didn’t matter that they were adopted; they were my family.

My sisters.

It hadn’t taken long for them to become my everything. An immortal alpha, I’d been lonely for as long as I could remember.

Between my five sisters and Cobra, in all my years, I’d never felt so loved.

If only my mother were still alive. I breathed deeply and tried to stop my thoughts from spiraling. Lately, I hadn’t been sleeping well because I’d been so stressed.

My oldest sister Jess would turn twenty soon. That meant she would get tested at the sacred lake.

My stomach pinched and my chest hurt; I didn’t know if I wanted her to be an ABO so she would be immortal and never leave me, or terrified that she could be forced to fight in the war.

I was overwhelmed with stress just thinking about Jess being tested.

Now I tried to focus on not panicking about my sisters, and I focused on how happy they made me.

My sisters were all hopeless romantics. They would be horrified by how I was treating Sadie, growling at the girl like a wild beast.

My sisters had taken over running our single mother’s flower shop. She’d harvested rare frost flowers from the valley and had been skilled at making them blossom.

The girls still had the luxury of being hopeless romantics. I hoped it stayed that way.

As soon as I had been revealed as an alpha at the sacred lake, I’d lost that luxury. Brutally.

At twenty years old, when I’d tested as an alpha, there had been more ABOs in the realm. I had always been larger and stronger than everyone, but in the months after I’d been confirmed as an alpha, I’d bulked up ridiculously.