Psycho Devils (Cruel Shifterverse, #5)

by Jasmine Mas

Sadie threw her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder. She trembled against me as tears soaked my sweatshirt, and she whispered softly, “I don’t want to go to war.” I held her tighter. “Same, bitch.” “I’m too pretty for war,” she whined. I nodded in agreement and said sarcastically, “Military uniforms have never been my style. I don’t have the boobs for a slutty soldier look. It will make me look too boxy.” Sadie gasped on a watery sob. “I just want to read smutty books and have family dinners. Maybe stab a couple of people who deserve it and call it a day. Not lead a war.” She cried harder, and I shook.

“Go bother your mates. I need to deal with the psycho devil men.” As soon as the words left my lips, Cobra swooped in and grabbed Sadie by the back of the neck.

John’s voice shook as he said, “Aran, will you accept our betrothal jewelry and agree to link your life with ours in love? For all of eternity?” I blinked. “What?” I whispered as confusion filled me. Luka raked his hand through his messy dark hair and stared up at me like I meant everything. “We were bound by an obligation somewhere else, but we’ve been released from our obligation to pursue our true love. Our future wife.”

“Plus”—John smiled—“we have lots of cousins, and none of the kings or queens in our family had approved a betrothal request. They always found them lacking.” “Until you,” Luka said. “Father actually demanded we unite with you after we gave him your name. You’re wearing the Necklace of Death, and it is the only one in all the realms. Many people have died to possess its beauty.” John winked cheekily. “It reminds me of you.”

Luka’s dark eyes stared down at me intently. “I thought John made it clear what we felt.” I opened my mouth to respond, and soft lips stole my breath away.

I pulled my head back and gasped. “There are people around.” Luka grinned wickedly. “So?” “Good point,” I mumbled as my cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of momentarily forgetting my slutty values. Sun god, it was hard work being a whore. But somebody had to do it.

😂😂😂😂😂

“Take me,” I begged, then flushed harder and hid my face against John’s warm chest. He laughed and whispered against my temple, “Dude, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” Sunshine burst inside my chest. What I felt for the twins went beyond words. It went beyond destiny. The three of us were inevitable.

But you are also mated with the kings. Idk do we trust the twins? Or can she have all? I vote on all of the above 😂

“You’re such a good girl. I’m going to get you so many jewels,” Luka promised as he fingered the priceless jewelry we’d given her.

I whispered, “You’re so pretty and strong and ferocious.” “Such a smart, brave little killer,” Luka said as he stroked along the side of her neck. “Not little,” Aran mumbled. “Sleepy.”

I wasn’t sure how the newly forming bond would react, since the devils claimed she was their mate, but it wasn’t unheard of to have different bonds connecting people.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Orion whispered. His stunning brown eyes filled with concern as he rubbed at his chest. I hyperventilated. “But I cut off the tattoo?” I asked in between shaky breaths. “Why are we still connected?” John’s arms tightened around me. Luka stepped protectively in front of us. “You’re our Revered. You can’t escape us.” Malum rubbed at his chest, his expression concerned as he stared angrily at where blood dripped down my sides. “That’s why we’ve been trying to talk to you,” Scorpius sneered meanly as he continued to lick blood off his fingers. “We realized yesterday that it wasn’t the tattoo tying us together. It was bond sickness.”

You will not be who you need to be until you embrace the dragon. Mid argument I’d realized something. I didn’t care. I turned and pumped my arms and legs hard as I sprinted down the hall away from them as fast as I could. My side burned with every step, and I left a trail of crimson behind me. I would not be embracing the dragon.

Not that it mattered. Adulthood couldn’t change the fact that as a child, I’d been sold by rare species traffickers. It wouldn’t change that I was enslaved to the High Court. I was nothing more than a tool. “For the greater good,” Dick loved to say. He had no remorse. I had misery.

“Stop complaining,” I whispered. “You’ll alert the others.” Warren was insufferably melancholic about the entire ordeal of me being electrocuted against my will at night. I flagellated myself every day for being blackmailed by such a pathetic person.

About ten years ago, Dick forced me to do the unthinkable and two lives were irrevocably changed. Ironically, I’d been fourteen years old when I’d committed the atrocity. About the same age I masqueraded as now. At such a tender age, I’d used my abilities and mutilated two people. Forever.

The High Court was direct with me. They didn’t manipulate me like they did to every other person in the realms. They were desperate because my initial task had messed with Aran in unexpected ways, and because of what I’d done, I was the only person who could connect with her and join the Angel Consciousness. Apparently, all angels

Dick had cheerfully informed me that both of us would be murdered if Aran failed. It was imperative that she earned her wings. According to him, the fate of all civilized society rested on her earning them. I highly doubted it.

She would claim her birthright. And the realms would never be the same.

Then his face crumpled, and he staggered backward with a wail. His back hit the wall, and he cradled his head in his hands as he let loose an unholy sound. Sparks of power popped in the air around him. He was a broken man.

Shattered. Thank the sun god I didn’t tell him about the slur on my back.

He ruffled my blue curls and spun the RJE device in his hand. “I heard through the academy grapevine that Ghost wanted to say goodbye to you.” He frowned. “I have no idea why that sadistic poltergeist librarian would want to—” I cut him off and clutched at my heart. “Aw, how sweet of him.” It was Lothaire’s turn to look at me like I was crazy. I shrugged as I smoked. “We have a bond.” “You know he’s murdered thousands of people, right?” he asked with confusion. “And he tortures students for fun?”