Psycho Shifters (Cruel Shifterverse, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

My blood sprayed the snowy banks. However, one drop kissed the surface of the silver lake. The lake turned black—every single drop. Midnight black, soulless black. Alpha black.

The fact that I don’t have a dick doesn’t mean I’m any less likely to slit your throats if you treat me like shit. I can learn to piss standing up too, fuckers.”

Plus, I was never going to enter into a relationship; zero sexual experience ensured that. If I were in a league, it would be called “scrawny chicks with homicidal voices and general unwellness.”

My heart rate sped up at what I uncovered. Her red eyes were wide, nose scrunched, and mouth wide open. With her body locked in the fetal position, the princess screamed, or tried to scream.

“Blood and ice will fall the lie, Color and white to break the queen, Heir and friend join and tie, A reborn quad the fates foreseen.”

“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.

Then it clicked. I grabbed the door frame for support. Her voice. It was so obvious: it was broken because of the goddamn abuse she had suffered. My heart burst in my chest, and I had to stop myself from keeling over and puking. The little alpha had screamed so loud from the beatings that she had lost her voice. She had been tortured.

After all, no matter what anyone else thought or said. No matter what we did. No matter what she thought. She was our little alpha.

“Who needs parents? What are they good for anyway? Emotional support? It’s much healthier to repress emotions and ignore red flags.”

I mean —

“I hope the bedbugs bite your frosty ass,”

That night, I dreamed about the little alpha licking something else as I hand-fed her dessert.

🫢🤭

“What do I smell like?” I turned to Aran. Until now, I hadn’t really thought about my own scent. Aran smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at me. “Like sugary cranberries when you’re happy and like cranberries on fire when you’re mad. It kind of burns.”

“I think I just got fingered in the ass?” Aran whispered in horror, and I choked on an inappropriate laugh.

I died 🤣💀