Page 69 of Psycho Beasts
I knew I should have purchased those “healing your mind and body through writing” journals back in the fae realm.
A loud crack echoed, and Xerxes’s and Cobra’s heads fell back, eyes wide open like they were possessed.
Black rings glowed around both men’s pupils.
For a split second, my mind tricked me, and I saw galaxies in the glowing dark circles. They reminded me of something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
As soon as it started, it ended, and they both sat up, gasping.
The don’s eyes flickered to snake eyes, and he leaned forward with a furrowed brow as he stared at his son. “Interesting. Very interesting,” he muttered.
My gut twisted. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that hadn’t been a normal bonding.
However, the don immediately ordered, “Good, now go around the table.”
Whatever had surprised him made him eager to finish it quickly.
I didn’t like it.
But before I could gain the courage to say anything, Xerxes bonded with Ascher. As their eyes burst with light and shadows, I realized what had eluded me the first time.
The bond looked like a lunar eclipse.
Then the don ordered Ascher to bond with Jax. Too quickly, the process repeated itself.
The men were all too happy to slice open their palms, pupils glowing with the antithesis of sunlight.
Finally, Jax turned toward me.
He passed the knife forward, but the don lunged across the table and took it before it touched my hand.
I still hadn’t decided if I was about to bond or stab someone with the knife, because I was more of a split-second decision type of girl.
The don’s relaxed attitude was gone, and the small snake around his neck grew until it was thicker than my torso.
It turned and hissed at me.
Rearing back with my palms up, I shuddered as the snake stared at me.
“What the fuck!” Cobra hiss-screamed. Jax roared, and Ascher let out a creepy bleat. Xerxes pulled out his twin knives, and Aran’s eyes turned midnight black beside me.
What the hell was Aran?
“Stand down, or I will kill one of the girls.”
Out of seemingly thin air, the don produced a glowing gun and pointed it directly at Jess’s head.
Cobra spat onto the table. “What the fuck is the meaning of this? We did what you wanted, Father.” He said “father,” like it was a filthy curse word.
Jess gnawed on her lower lip nervously, but for the most part, seemed unconcerned about the massive weapon pointed at her forehead.
Which made sense, since she’d grown up with Jinx.
The don rolled his eyes like he was bored.
“I told you that you needed an alpha pack, and you chose the men at this table. If you had asked, I would have explained that I can’t let you bond with a female alpha. You need to produce an heir, and only female omegas can breed. Most don’t like the competition of another woman in a pack. Male omegas are no threat.” He gestured toward Xerxes.
His words were a sucker punch to the gut.