Page 78 of Psycho Shifters
Smirking, Cobra sauntered away from me without a backward glance.
“Well, you’d know if I was harassing you!” I yelled his words back at him like a mature, intelligent woman.
“Who’s harassing who?” Ascher blinked awake. His morning voice was deep and scratchy, and my queasiness got worse.
“Ascher, stop harassing Sadie.” Jax threw his pillow across the room and hit Ascher in the face. “You need to work on personal control.”
A manic chuckle bubbled up my throat as Ascher’s face turned red, while Cobra smirked from his bed.
“Are you kidding me right now? Cobra was just straddling the princess on the floor and then whispered something about harassing her.”
“Cobra?” Jax turned.
I fought the urge to slam my forehead against the brick wall and end it all. It was unfair that one person had to suffer this much.
“Actually, you misunderstood. I was asserting my dominance over Cobra, and I threatened him. So yeah.” I trailed off as all the alphas stared at me.
All three burst into laughter.
“Good one, Princess.” Ascher laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
“You almost had me there for a moment, little alpha.” Jax chuckled as he got out of bed and started getting ready.
Cobra didn’t even bother to defend himself, just smirked at me like I was pathetic.
A low growl burst through my chest and vibrated around the room.
“Oooh, the princess has bark,” Ascher joked as he got ready for the day by pulling down his pants and exposing his tattooed dick.
I covered my eyes with my hands. Seeing a massive colorful dick before sunrise was cruel and unusual punishment. Realistically, dicks were not cute. Did the man have no shame?
“Little kitten has claws.” Jax patted my head as he walked past, pulling a T-shirt over his mountains of muscles. At least he had the wherewithal to keep his underwear on.
Although, the studs from his jewelry bulged against the white cloth. Suddenly, I found myself picturing Jax’s giant dick and its intricate piercings.
I sighed heavily with the exhaustion only a short woman who turned into a thousand-pound saber-toothed tiger, that was stuck living with massive alphas, could muster.
The day only got worse from there.
A few hours later, I wanted to fucking end it all.
Cobra was in charge of training, and I wished for the billionth time that it was Jax’s day. Cobra had announced, “We’re running until I say stop.”
He should have just said, “Fuck you.”
At twenty years old, I discovered a very important fact about myself: I was not built for running.
What saber-toothed tiger alpha shifter couldn’t run?
Me.
We ran as a group along the track that covered the perimeter of the massive gym. “Please, sun god, make it stop,” I whispered to Aran, who was grinning beside me.
I didn’t even believe in the sun god and I was praying to him. That was how bad it was. My leg cramped, my arm cramped, my foot cramped, even my boob cramped. Everything hurt.
“You should really take that sweatshirt off,” Aran said for the twentieth time.
Annoyance sparked through me. I would love nothing more than to not have to run in the heavy sweatshirt. The hideous scars covering my body meant the sweatshirt stayed on.