Page 77 of Psycho Shifters

Cobra was surprisingly warm for someone who smelled like frosty snow. His massive body sprawled beside me and my face started to heat with embarrassment.

Looking away, I debated throwing myself out of the bed in horror.

Mentally, I scolded myself. Yesterday, I’d acted like a ninny when he’d caught me falling off my horse. Today I was going to play it cool.

What would numb Sadie do?

“Why are you in my bed?” I closed my eyes like I was completely unaffected by his presence. Instead of rolling off the bed and scrambling across the floor, I cuddled closer against his warm body.

Cobra grunted but said nothing. I was hyperaware of his arm wrapped around my stomach and of the hardness that pressed against my leg.

The queasiness came back. Would it be dramatic to call for a doctor?

Awkward silence stretched.

Why hadn’t he answered me? Like usual, Cobra said nothing and probably didn’t feel a damn thing while I suffered from a panic attack.

If he moved his fingers and they accidentally went underneath my sweatshirt, he would feel my scars. He would know just how weak I was, and he hated weakness above all else.

Plus, he was physically perfect, and my flesh was mutilated horribly. A small part of me wanted him to be interested in me as a woman.

He wouldn’t be if he saw my scars.

My panic grew until I was holding my breath and shaking.

Was he secretly in love with me? Was he afraid to say it? I made the mistake of glancing up at him.

Cobra’s face was pinched with annoyance, like I disgusted him. I didn’t know anything about love, but that was definitely not what was happening here.

Anger coursed through me. I hadn’t invited him into my bed and he had the audacity to be angry at me?

“Excuse me, I’m not the one harassing a woman early in the morning.” I huffed and pushed against his hard chest.

In my mind, he fell off the bed and was ashamed of his actions.

In reality, Cobra’s abs were so hard that I pulled tendons in my fingers when I pushed at him. He didn’t move an inch.

Instead, Cobra picked me up and shoved me off the bed like I weighed nothing.

Sprawled on the floor, I huffed with feminine outrage. I was getting damn tired of him dumping me on the ground.

The cold bastard climbed gracefully off my bed and stood over my body, his gorgeous face hard. I prayed to the moon goddess for strength because the blankets had covered the fact that he was shirtless.

Cobra’s abdominal muscles rippled with power, and a trail of emeralds and diamonds swirled low, disappeared under his sweatpants, and outlined the deep V lines that cut across his hips.

For a second, I forgot to breathe. He was a work of art.

“You were having a nightmare. You’re welcome.” Cobra stared down at me with his signature frosty expression. The man might as well have been carved from marble.

My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Why would Cobra hold me in bed to help with a nightmare? He hated me.

I tried to act like I had some dignity as I stumbled to my feet. He wasn’t the only alpha in the room.

Chest puffed up, I stood to my full height and glared up at him. I deserved respect. Before I could karate chop him and assert my prowess, he leaned forward until his sinful lips were close to my ear.

Frost burned my nose as he overwhelmed me with his presence. “You’d know if I was harassing you.” His voice was like silk in my ear, and once again, my core spasmed.

All prowess melted from my body, and the queasiness returned with a vengeance. The room was too warm, and my skin prickled all over.

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