Psycho Shifters (Cruel Shifterverse, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

“Sun god, you bless us. Turn half the lake black for an alpha’s beast, turn a quarter of the lake purple for a beta’s strength, and turn the river’s edge yellow for an omega’s seed.”

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 man had dark skin. Long braids hung to his biceps, and hundreds of chains and gold trinkets dangled from them. The chains twinkled in the icy wind and blew around his waist. He also had bars of gold through his ears, and a gold nose ring decorated his wide nose. As far as I knew, shifters didn’t wear piercings, because the extreme temperatures would weld them to our skin. This absolute mammoth of a man looked fine. I was kind of jealous; the piercings were pretty. High cheekbones, plush lips, and stunning gray eyes completed the handsome picture.

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.”

“I know you’re a pathetic servant. I’m a friend of Dick’s and recognized you. You don’t belong in a war camp. You’re no alpha. You’re a little bitch, and I’m going to prove it. And when everyone finds out how weak and pathetic you truly are, they’ll thank me for raping you. A woman can’t be an alpha.” He smiled with pure joy.

Excuse tf outta me

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.”

I needed a lobotomy. Unfortunately, I wasn’t rich enough to hire one of the few brain surgeons in the realm. So, I settled with the next best thing. My head cracked as I slammed it hard against the wall. Pull it together, woman.

Girl 🤣🤣

The third thing I noticed was the massive alphas fucking against the wall.

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.

My heart rate really sped up at what the other beta twin was doing. The blonde knelt behind Ascher and had his thick, tattooed ass parted as she fingered his butt hole. When she leaned forward and licked it, my mouth fell open in shock. Why would anyone voluntarily do that to someone else?

“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.”

Here I’d been thinking watching Ascher get his ass eaten was the most traumatizing thing to happen today.

Lmfao

STILL FIGHTING, UNFORTUNATLY

🤣🤣

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.”