Psycho Beasts (Cruel Shifterverse, #3)

by Jasmine Mas

I was beyond all transient feelings. Sadness, heartbreak, and melancholy were delightful compared to the ache in my soul. Because deep down, in the marrow of my bones, I hurt. Because under the dual suns of the fae realm, I’d discovered that something horrible lived inside me. A monster crawled beneath my flesh, begging to be let free.

He stared at Sadie as she held on to Xerxes, like a sick man praying to the sun god.

What I felt for the small, beaten woman purring in my arms was fucking soul consuming. I’d fight beside the men, but I’d gut myself on my own knives for her. I just had to prove myself to her.

Although, a small part of me loved the drama of the miserable weather because it matched the ache in my bones and my soul.

“Do you need me to kill someone?” he asked seriously. Why was Jax the only man in all the realms that wasn’t an actual garbage bag?

Maybe that was what growing up was? Recognizing that it wouldn’t be all right unless you made it so. That sometimes you couldn’t do what you wanted to, only what you had to.

She was a blessing from the fucking moon goddess, and I’d spend the rest of my immortal life worshipping her.

I silently muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. I’d found my religion.

There had never been a more perfect woman. I was going to build a shrine dedicated to her.

However, since I was still in a state of extreme duress, I decided not to be impressed by a man doing the bare minimum.

I loved her. The knowledge settled around me like a slow song, warm blanket, and toasty fire.

When Cobra bonded with Sadie–his eyes had shone white as the moon. All of theirs had. They were fated mates. And fate always found a way.