Page 85 of Psycho Shifters
“Ascher, are you coming with us to lunch or not?” Jax banged on the door.
I held my breath, terrified I would be caught by all the alphas. Also, I couldn’t let them find the book. My scent was masked under heavy blankets, and I hoped if he smelled me, he would just assume it was my lingering scent from this morning.
“Yes, coming now!” Ascher shouted back overeagerly.
“Later, ladies. I just can’t right now. I have to go to lunch, sorry. You know how Jax gets.” Ascher tugged on a sweatshirt.
The twins made pouty faces and nodded like he wasn’t completely full of shit. Once again, I was confused because Jax was usually calm and pretty chill most of the time.
“Okay, we’re ready at any time.” The twins continued to pout and nod as they opened the door.
Jax and Cobra stood blocking the doorway. Jax chuckled when he saw the twins, and Cobra sneered at them in disgust.
“Perhaps you want to play with us, Cobra?” The twins immediately pressed their bodies against him and rubbed their impressive breasts against his chest.
Cobra aggressively shoved both women off him, and they stumbled out into the hall. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. The disgust on his face was clear.
Surprisingly, the twins didn’t seem upset by his rejection. They both smiled and winked at him before traipsing down the hall.
“We’ll let you get fixed up. Meet us in the dining hall.” Jax motioned toward Ascher’s pants, which were still hanging half off his hip, exposing part of his dick. With that, they walked away.
Once the door was closed, Ascher turned back to the hearth. For what felt like forever, he stared at the massive fire like he was mesmerized by the flames.
After standing still for a long time, Ascher hunched over dejectedly, still staring at the flames. “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying or why you’re yelling at me!”
He stalked out of the room and slammed the door.
I waited a second to make sure he was really gone, then threw the covers off and stared at the fire in confusion. It was just normal orange flames.
Whatever, Ascher losing his mind was a minor problem in the big scheme of things. I had other issues.
I patted the bed and made sure the book of maps was tucked safely under my sheets.
Between the confusing labels on the map and Ascher yelling at the fire like a madman, I was lost. Every day it felt like I understood less.
The clock chimed above the mantel. “Fuck.” If I didn’t hurry, I was going to be late for Auntie’s mandatory therapy.
Anyone who didn’t arrive on time for Auntie’s classes was forced to run laps while the old crone watched. I would rather die than be late.
I ran down the hall and tried not to think about Ascher’s tattooed dick.
Finally, I found Auntie’s classroom and threw myself into a chair next to Aran. Breathing heavily, I tried to keep a normal expression.
When Aran glanced at me with his brow raised, I was half-convinced he could see the guilt written all over my face. Ascher’s grunts as he’d fucked the beta’s mouth still filtered through my ears.
Luckily, Aran said nothing.
A few seconds later, Auntie entered the small room and sat down in front of us.
She wore her signature green dress, which was long and made of heavy wool. I had never seen anyone wear anything like what Auntie wore. Her white hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and thick kohl lined her wrinkly eyes.
“Do you want to kill everyone at all times?” Auntie asked casually as she scooted her chair closer to both of us.
I guess she wasn’t going to be beating around the bush during these sessions.
“Not always,” I said. It was the truth. The numb wasn’t a constant state, and it didn’t always tell me to strangle people. Just most of the time.
Auntie stared at me with her dark eyes, and I stared back. The wrinkles around her eye quivered, like she was trying to penetrate my soul with her gaze.