Page 88 of Psycho Shifters

The beta sluts had whined and moaned like they’d been putting on a performance, and it had made me ill.

The voices in the flames screamed at me in frustration.

Like the fire, my beast screamed within me. The scent of cranberries grew stronger until all I wanted to do was hunt down the sluts and strangle them because they’d touched me and I wasn’t fucking theirs to touch.

The room spun around me as the fire shrieked.

The flames were pissed as fuck, and I didn’t know why. They screamed louder than ever before, and my ears burned.

As the world spun around me, for a moment, I allowed myself to pretend the princess was in the room.

That it had been her sucking my dick and on her knees before me. Her silky white hair fisted in my tattooed hands as she looked up at me with her startling ruby eyes.

The depraved thoughts that flitted through my mind made me simultaneously turned on and disgusted with myself.

If the princess knew the depth of depravity I felt toward her, she would run screaming into the cold mountains.

Abruptly, the voices in the flames changed.

The language was still undecipherable, but they were softer, like they were imploring me to do something.

“I don’t fucking know what you’re saying or why you’re yelling at me.”

The flames continued to whisper. I’d had enough. I slammed the door shut as I left the room, cutting off the maddening scent of sweet cranberries.

I stalked through the compound and didn’t bother to get food in the alpha dining hall. I just threw myself into a chair beside Jax and Cobra and slammed my head down against the table.

The other alphas raised their eyebrows, but kept eating their steaks. They were used to my meltdowns and finding me with sluts.

For a second, a potent scent of cranberries reached my nose, and my heart jumped with excitement.

The princess was in the room.

I looked up and whipped my head around, trying to find her, then groaned with frustration when I saw Cobra had fucking cranberry sauce on his plate.

This had to be an all-time low. I’d just gotten aroused over a fucking side dish.

I had lost my mind.

“Can you not eat fucking cranberry sauce?” I snapped at Cobra irrationally as I dragged my hands over my face in frustration.

Because Cobra was a right bastard, he lifted a spoonful of cranberries into his mouth and licked the spoon wantonly. The smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Mature.” I tried counting to ten in my head.

Miss Mabel, the cook at my father’s palace, had helped me learn techniques to control my anger. Counting had always been her go-to advice. She was more of a mother to me than my own had ever been.

Miss Mabel was caring and nurturing, while my mother was a slut that wanted to appear sexually available to the syndicate members, and a kid had gotten in the way of it.

“Certain alpha on your mind?” Cobra licked his lips dramatically and smeared the sauce across them.

My blue balls must have really been getting to me, because I found myself fixating on the way his pink tongue ran along his plush red lips.

I usually wasn’t into men. Usually being the key word.

Adjusting myself in my pants, I didn’t even try to hide my lust.

Images of Jax pinning Cobra against the wall and ramming into him had my dick throbbing.