Page 87 of Psycho Shifters

A fae prophecy about the apocalypse and fae queen might have just taken over our teacher and read itself to us.

Read. Itself. To us.

Here I’d been thinking watching Ascher get his ass eaten was the most traumatizing thing to happen today. Instead of crying like a little girl, I took deep breaths and calmed my racing heart. “Let’s go get dinner with Zed. We deserve bread rolls. It was probably some weird fluke.”

Frankly, I had experienced enough bullshit. Fighting against the fae, running, Dick’s threat, and the alphas fucking in front of me were enough to break me. Especially the running. Just thinking about it made me sick.

My will to live was hanging by a thread, and I was one more fae prophecy away from a mental breakdown.

I was going to deal by not dealing.

Aran nodded in agreement. He also looked like he was about to be sick. We gathered our stuff and avoided Auntie, who was slumped over but still breathing shallowly.

“Bye, girls,” Auntie said in her normal voice as we walked out of the classroom.

Neither of us turned around.

Aran was a guy, and clearly Auntie wasn’t in the right headspace. I just hoped she wouldn’t spout another poem.

The sight of her eyes rolling back in her head and the deep voice had made my stomach churn.

Holding each other’s hands in death grips, we went to stuff our faces at dinner.

We deserved it.

ASCHER

CRANBERRY SAUCE

A few minutes earlier...

Still in the alpha quarters, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, desperately trying to forget the feel of the two betas touching me.

For some reason, the memory of the slut gagging on my dick and the finger in my ass disgusted me.

I should have just come in her mouth and been done with it. It should have been a fucking easy task.

It hadn’t.

The fire crackled loudly, and the voices yelled something at me. As usual, it was in a language I couldn’t understand, so I tried to ignore it, but the tone was atypically angry.

It was like the fire was mad at me. I thanked the sun god that Jax had interrupted when he did. I’d needed to get away from the sluts before I hurt them.

Hurting sluts was not something I did. That was my father.

For some reason, I was losing my mind.

Not only was the fire fucking distracting, but the delicate alpha scent of sweet cranberries wafted through the air.

My mouth watered.

The princess’s scent lingered in the room and had made me irrationally mad at the betas beneath me.

It wasn’t their fault that I was obsessed with the little princess. However, it was their fault that they’d been touching me when I belonged to her.

What the actual fuck? I fought the urge to snarl in frustration as I raked my hands over my face. I didn’t belong to the princess. I’d never even fucking kissed her.

So why were her lush lips and long white hair all I could focus on?