Page 74 of Psycho Shifters

I shook my head and typed to my father, “Understood, sir, it will not happen again.” I hit send.

At only twenty-one years old, I had an eternity to make my own name for myself. Alphas were immortal. We could only die if all our blood was drained from our bodies. My father was just a null shifter.

I would outlive him, and then I would take over his empire. When that day came, I wouldn’t have to listen to his commands. I would be in full control.

The fire popped and crackled in the silent room. The clock above the mantel read three in the morning, and the rest of the alphas were fast asleep. Outside, the wind howled against the glass and snowflakes fell thick and heavy.

Looking at the window and the small alpha huddled in the bed beneath it, my gut turned over uncomfortably.

A few days ago, I had taunted the princess about having to sleep in the smallest bed. It was under the window and farthest from the fire. Staring at her small form, completely obscured by blankets, I felt like a fucking ass.

What man let a small wisp of a girl sleep in the worst conditions?

Jax was such a mammoth of muscle and padding that he probably didn’t even know what the cold felt like. Cobra would never give up anything to a woman; he hated them all. And I was apparently just like my father, distrustful and a jackass.

Sluts crawled around my father’s lair in the southern province. Half-dressed women gave their bodies to cartel members twenty-four-seven. They fell all over my father and the highest syndicate members, desperate to be one of the chosen sluts who got access to the massive credit lines.

I’d thought I was different from my father, that I was better than him. I’d been wrong.

As a teen, I’d genuinely believed I had real connections with a few girls in the compound.

My spirits had been crushed time after time when I’d caught my “girlfriend” stealing my phone, trying to access my credit line.

Now I recognized a woman’s use.

Sluts were good for fucking and passing the time, but it would never be more than that.

Sighing heavily, I dragged my hand over the stubble on my chin and stared at the lump completely obscured by the covers.

The princess was so fucking little that she barely took up any room on the small bed.

At first, I’d thought Sadie was just like the others, another woman after attention and money. Pretending to be the first female alpha, trying to use her feminine wiles to get what she wanted.

But then she had fucking transformed. The sun had cut through the clouds and glinted off her white fur. It had looked impossibly soft, and some of the strands had literally fucking sparkled.

I wanted to bury my hands in her fur. I wanted to antagonize her until she leaped at me with those fucking wicked canines.

She was physically perfect in both forms.

Her delicate, catlike features and golden skin were the stuff of fantasy. I wanted to bury my hands in her waterfall of silky white hair and shove her ridiculously lush lips up and down my cock.

I shifted my boxers uncomfortably. As if her looks weren’t enough, her deep, raspy voice made her a fucking siren. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to not pin her against a wall and ravish her.

I tried to remind myself that sluts were just distractions to be fucked and discarded.

Like that announcer who had salivated over all of us. She had crawled over Jax and then me, and it was clear she was indiscriminate.

She would fuck any one of us if she could, just so she could brag about being with an alpha. The ultimate prize would be dating an alpha. The fame and glory would be hers—classic slut.

The problem was, Sadie wasn’t a slut.

She turned bright red when she saw our cocks and couldn’t even maintain eye contact. Her clothes always dwarfed her slight frame, and half the time her eyes were unnaturally cold or burning with shyness and fear.

Unlike every other girl, she didn’t crawl all over us with desperation.

I thought about how Cobra and Jax had pinned her between them, her pupils blown and breath shallow.

When the announcer had fondled me, I’d fought the urge to throw her across the room with a roar. I’d wanted to be pressed against the princess, completely boxing her in among all three of us.