Page 90 of Psycho Shifters

Another thought struck me. “Why the fuck is she all over that blue-haired beta, Aran, literally all the fucking time?”

I became irrationally angry thinking about how much the princess smiled at the beta. He was lean and practically feminine, with his baby face and ridiculously colored hair. Compared to his small form, we were fucking men. What could she even see in him?

“I don’t know. She probably just wants a friend.” Jax rubbed his palms into his eyes, but the soft growl that rattled his chest said otherwise.

“She’s an alpha. It’s inappropriate.” Cobra tightened his hand around his knife like he was imagining stabbing the beta.

“Why? Ascher fucks beta women. What’s the difference?” Jax asked.

“It just is,” Cobra said with a growl.

On this, we were in complete agreement.

“We should tell him off.” I nodded as I thought about it.

She was the female alpha, which meant she was better than the betas. If she wanted fucking friendship, she could have it with us. If she wanted more than friendship, then she could suck my dick, not his.

A part of me recognized I was acting like an archaic ass, but a larger part of me was so obsessed with wringing the beta’s neck that I didn’t care.

“We’re not intimidating one of our own soldiers because we’re jealous he gets to spend time with our little alpha,” Jax said with exasperation as he glared at me.

The big guy was always worried about doing the right thing and making sure everyone at the compound felt supported. Still, he’d called her “our little alpha.”

I would bet all my money Jax’s possessive instincts just needed to be prodded one more time and he would go full psycho on her ass.

“No, we won’t intimidate him,” Cobra said calmly as he ate, and I glared over at the bastard. I’d thought we were on the same page. “We’ll simply break both his legs so he can’t spend time with her during training.”

“I’m in.” I pushed my seat in and stood up, ready to hunt down the beta and hurt him.

Realistically, he deserved it. I had seen Aran catch her when she’d tripped today during the run.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. He had fucking touched my princess. It would be wrong not to punish him.

“Sit down!” Jax alpha-barked, and instinctively, I sat down in my chair.

Jax might be the nicest and most rational of the three of us, but his beast was also the most dominant. You didn’t want to piss it off.

“We need to do something about the beta,” I snarled back at him with frustration.

“He needs to bleed.” Cobra smiled like Aran’s death was already imminent.

“I have five sisters. I know how women work. If we hurt who she views as her only friend, she’ll hate us forever, and that gets us nowhere. We need to focus on working to find out her secrets to make sure that we’re safe, and then we need to concentrate on beating the damn fae.”

“Fine,” I huffed back at Jax and imagined beating the shit out of the blue-haired beta. Even if it was in my mind, it made me feel better. The red haze that covered my vision receded slightly.

“Hmm.” Cobra chewed slowly, like he was thinking deeply. “Perhaps, but if he touches the girl sexually, I will kill him.”

“Fine,” Jax growled back and glared down at Cobra. From the way they snarled at each other, I couldn’t tell if they wanted to fuck or fight.

The fact that Jax had agreed with him told me the big bastard also wanted to kill the beta. He might not know it, but all three of us were on the exact same page when it came to the princess.

Cobra scooped up a big spoonful of cranberry sauce and shoved it past his lips.

The sweet red juice ran wantonly down the side of his wicked mouth, leaving a red trail against his pale skin.

Cobra’s sharp cheekbones stood out starkly in the flickering firelight, and his eyes hooded as dragged his tongue across his sinful lips. Cranberries and frost filled the air.

Jax’s gray eyes glowed.

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