Page 92 of Psycho Shifters

“I’m still recovering from the death march.” I turned so my back was to the room and the three infuriating alphas.

“You need to eat more, now,” Ascher said with a steel edge to his voice, like he was trying to command me to do something.

I almost laughed at his hubris. “All I need is for you to shut up so I can sleep.”

I had just spent the last hour dying on the porcelain throne, and I was too tired to deal with their weird alpha bullshit.

Not to mention, I had seen him this morning, getting his ass eaten while a twin bobbed on his dick. A woman could only take so much.

“You must eat. You can’t starve yourself and be an effective alpha.” Jax spoke calmly but with each word became more agitated until he growled loudly.

Staring out the snowy window, I searched for inner peace.

Peaceful thoughts, Sadie: sunshine, soft snowfall, a warm bubble bath.

“Go to the dining hall now,” Ascher ordered.

“I just had violent shits. I’m not going anywhere!” I half growled, half shouted into the room.

There was a pregnant pause as everyone reeled from my poop admission.

A couple of weeks ago, I would have blushed with embarrassment. Now my face flushed with anger. They had already tortured me physically; couldn’t they just leave me alone to sleep in peace?

“You’re probably dehydrated. I’ll go get you some water,” Jax said, breaking the awkward silence.

“The girl can get her own water,” Cobra said at the same time Ascher asked, “Why are you so out of shape?”

My vision literally blurred red with rage, and I understood why people committed homicide.

I didn’t access the numb, because I needed it for combat, but my inner voice still told me to stab them violently. My entire body began to tingle until I was vibrating with the force.

Then I transformed into a gigantic saber-toothed tiger and roared at the annoying alphas.

The room shrunk around me, and I stumbled off my bed. The tiger form was too large to fit on the twin frame.

As I bared my massive fangs, they elongated in my mouth and my jaw ached with the need to bite someone.

I turned toward Ascher. He would do. With my advanced vision, Ascher’s onyx horns sparkled atop his head and his eyes glowed a rich umber.

He watched me track toward him, but didn’t move away. His onyx horns lengthened and grew larger on his head.

In my beast form, the hotheaded alpha seemed a little different. There was tension around his mouth and a glint in his eyes. His thick pine scent was deeper, with woodsy notes.

Flattening my ears against my head, I opened my maw wide and flashed my fangs at him. My beast didn’t trust him.

I leaned forward to take a small nibble from Ascher’s thigh to assert my dominance.

“Calm down, little alpha. Turn back now,” Jax alpha-barked, and instinctively I went to transform back.

At the last moment, I remembered I was free from Dick and no man was ever going to tell me what to do. Never again.

Whipping my head around, I roared at Jax. The sound was loud and vicious and echoed through the small space.

On large, tufted feet, I prowled forward toward the large man. In my beast form, my head was almost at his shoulders, although he was still a formidable mountain of muscles. It would take some work to break him, but I could do it.

I stalked toward Jax, my dagger-like claws distending and releasing as I kneaded them against the hard floor and padded forward.

My claws clenched uncomfortably, so I reached my front legs in front of me and dragged my nails across the hardwood.

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