Page 96 of Psycho Shifters

You would think as an alpha, I would be a beast of physical stamina and performance.

Sadly, the moon goddess hated me.

“Yeah, omegas go into heat around alphas, and they lose control of their bodies. But you’re an alpha, so it must have been some freak thing. I have no idea,” Aran said with confusion as he contorted his other leg behind his head.

“Oh.”

A few weeks ago, I would have blushed with someone talking to me so frankly about being turned on.

Getting pulverized daily in running and combat training had really changed something inside of me. However, my stomach did twist as the implication of what he was saying hit me.

“They were horrified by me in that state,” I whispered as I touched my toes.

Ascher telling me he wasn’t interested in me and all the men saying that they couldn’t touch me reared in my head.

They hadn’t even seen my hideous scars.

Aran said, “Hm, I don’t know. Remember that whole ethical dilemma thing. I feel like there could have been more to it, then. Plus, they have been death glaring at me like every second of training this week, so I’d bet they have feelings.” He dipped into a full split and rested his blue head on his thigh.

The dude was freaky flexible.

“My hips would crack if I tried that.” I reached for my toe, but it was so damn far away. My legs were short, which should have meant they would be easier to reach, but nothing in life was ever easy.

“We’re running today. Start now,” Cobra snapped, and everyone sprung to their feet, ready for action.

I glared daggers at the asshole, and satisfaction filled me when I saw twin scars on either side of his neck. My beast had marked him—permanently.

It was a small victory and arguably not one I should have found so satisfying, because of my own physical issues.

I’d never pretended to be completely sane, mentally well, physically well, or spiritually well. In summary, I was unwell.

Sara and Sora, aka the beautiful twins who hated me, bumped my shoulder as they jogged by. All three other alphas were looking forward, so they didn’t notice.

Aran tried to leap after the twins like he was going to slaughter them. I held back the blue-haired beta and chuckled at the murderous expression on his face.

It was like no one thought I could handle myself.

I held Aran back and was once again struck by how lanky he was. The beta was built smaller, like me. But where my legs were stumpy, his were super long.

“They’re not worth it.” I kicked him gently in the shin to get my point across.

“They keep disrespecting you. It’s inappropriate,” Aran said with annoyance, but his trademark grin was back on his boyish face.

That was what I liked most about Aran: he didn’t hold grudges or get all crazy like the alphas. He was chill, for the most part.

“Honestly, I still can’t run a mile without low-key dying, so I kind of deserve to be disrespected.” I chuckled, and Aran joined me, laughing.

It was hard to explain to people, but when you had literally been abused by a physical monster your whole life, you recognized when people were threats and when people were just juvenile. The twins were in the latter category, and it was easy to ignore them.

I still hadn’t decided what the alphas were.

“Fae breach, portal three. Four midsize fae battle creatures, species unknown. Fae breach, portal three. Four midsize fae battle creatures, species unknown,” blasted through the speakers on repeat.

Relief rushed through my body that I would be getting out of running.

As soon as the relief came, it left because I realized there were four creatures attacking.

This was about to be a shit show.