Page 95 of Psycho Shifters
Anger spiked with need, and I wanted to howl with frustration. Without Ascher’s touch, the pain increased tenfold.
On the floor, Cobra sat atop Ascher and slammed his fist into his face. In a clash of muscles and testosterone, Ascher rolled over and pummeled Cobra back. They pounded each other mercilessly.
“I am so sorry, little alpha. No one will hurt you.” Jax looked down at me with worry and stroked his massive hand softly across my hair.
A low, guttural moan ripped from my throat, and my back arched.
“It hurts,” I whispered to the gentlest alpha.
The hand on my head stopped stroking, and with excruciating slowness, he dragged it down the side of my face, across my neck and my collarbone.
Jax’s hand ran along my sweatshirt, but it felt like the most intimate touch in the world.
Gray was usually cold, the color of the sky in a vicious blizzard, but Jax’s gray eyes were soft and warm, his high cheekbones and prominent nose stunning in the dim candlelight.
Once again, I wanted to lose myself in the large man’s gentleness and strength. I wanted to let him take care of me and fix the pain.
“It would be wrong, little alpha.” He removed his hands from my chest.
I wanted to shank him.
Ascher and Cobra must have been done beating each other up, because their large frames huddled beside Jax. Looking up at the three alphas, I mewled like a pathetic creature as pain shot through me.
“We must,” Ascher said, but Jax punched him in the gut.
“We can’t.” Cobra groaned and raked his hand over his face as his eyes flickered back and forth between man and snake.
“Just make the pain stop!” My poor body had almost given out after the damn run this morning, and now I was going to die from a different type of pain.
“Sleep,” Jax alpha-barked at me with such strength that immediately everything went black.
SADIE
STILL FIGHTING, UNFORTUNATLY
“So let’s go over this one more time. You’re telling me Cobra’s freaky shadow snake things bit you, and then you became feverish and super weird and everyone started touching you and freaking out? And since then, none of them will even look you in the eye?” Aran’s blue eyes were wide as he stretched before for our morning training.
Aka, our morning death march, where I considered ending it all.
It was a week since I had been bitten by Cobra’s shadow snakes, and every day I became more confused by what had happened.
We had been training brutally all week, and I had been too embarrassed to tell Aran about my bizarre experience with the alphas. However, now we were stretching for a while and everyone was chatting.
Plus, I just needed to get it off my chest to someone.
“Yep.” I popped the p and debated if I should tell him about my ballistic diarrhea that day or if that was over sharing.
Lucinda was my little sister, and we told each other everything, but I’d never had a best friend before.
After a week of training together and suffering beside Aran, I would definitely consider him one. I wouldn’t have survived without him.
“Dude, it sounds like when omegas go into heat. That’s super weird.” Aran contorted his leg behind his head in a wicked stretch.
“Wait, what?” I stared at my blue-haired best friend and barely touched my toes.
Some people were born flexible and good runners; others were born inflexible and barely able to maintain a brisk walk.
Unfortunately, I was in the latter category, and it was a highly disappointing, upsetting one.