Psycho Shifters: Enemies to Lovers Romance (Cruel Shifterverse Book 1)

It would be less shocking if I were an omega and turned into a small animal, like a fluffy raccoon, or a rat.

Alphas were big beasts, and I was a little bitch—physically, not emotionally. Obviously.

For some reason, Aran smelled different tonight.

He didn’t smell like a beta.

He smelled like death.

Like the fae queen.

Two things happened at once.

First, we all noticed at the same time that she wasn’t wearing panties. Jax moaned aloud at the sight, and a slight growl shook his chest. I bit my fist, and Cobra’s eyes flickered to snake eyes.

Second, the beta had the audacity to lean forward and fucking kiss her.

Another man was touching the princess. He was kissing her. He was a dead man.

When I finally saw my princess, my jaw dropped.

I almost didn’t recognize her without her oversized hoodie.

Sadie was an angel.

She looked like she was from the fabled god realm; her long white hair fell to her butt in silky curls, the red highlights framed her face, and made her kohl-lined ruby eyes pop.

Her delicate cheekbones, cute upturned nose, and ridiculously lush lips practically sparkled under the light of the chandeliers.

Gold skin glowing, she swayed hypnotically back and forth to the music.

Last week, when I yelled at her about the red color in her hair, I hadn’t been acting. Rage had exploded in my gut because the little princess looked stunning.

I’d yelled at her because fear pummeled through me. Fear that she would attract suitors and I wouldn’t be able to scare them all away.

I’d been right. A beta fucker was hanging all over our stunning princess.

Sadie was always gorgeous, but she was so tiny and small most shifters probably didn’t notice it at first. They were noticing now. The red highlights drew attention to her beauty and made her stand out.

A long moment passed as the three of us stared at her, completely speechless.

Aran, with his feminine features.

Aran, who smelled like blood and not a beta, who Auntie had called a girl, who’d told me he liked to run growing up, who’d known how to curl my hair, who’d told me he hated his parents.

Aran was the daughter of the fae queen.

Aran was a princess.

Aran was really a girl.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. When the poem took over Auntie, it had said “Heir and friend join and tie.”

Aran was the heir. The poem had been about her, my best friend, the lost fae princess.

This was worse than I could have ever imagined.

I choked on bile and tried to move my paralyzed limbs.

“Thank you for bringing my daughter back to me.” The fae queen kissed Xerxes’s brow, and my stomach rolled.

She turned around and stared at me.

No, this monster couldn’t be my mother. I wanted to cry.

“Let me make this clear: you will not fuck with Jax’s emotions. You will not touch another man. You will not dress like this in public ever again,” Cobra said, his voice a frosty whip.

From the bite in his voice, it was clear he needed to try the fizzy drink. He had so much rage. It was unhealthy.

A wicked thought sparked in my brain. If I went down on my knees and took him in my mouth, that would probably make him less angry.

His pupils flickered between round and slit as he looked down at me in the darkness. The little jewels in his skin glowed like they were lit from within.

This time, I swore on my life, they were moving.

“First, I’ll dress naked if I want to. Second, soooo I can’t touch you?” I slid my hand along his chest and slowly trailed it down over his abs. His button-down shirt was already unbuttoned.

He smelled like warm chestnuts and frost. It was mouthwatering.

“No, you can’t fucking touch me.” He grabbed both my wrists.

“You like it?” I asked Jax and spun in a wobbly circle, showing off my tight dress and makeup. For the first time in my life, I felt girly and pretty. It was nice.

“Little alpha, you’re killing me. I’m going to get fresh air,” Jax said as he ran his hands over his face and stomped away.

“I’ll come!” I hurried after him. I loved air. And I didn’t want the big guy to be alone. I didn’t like seeing him like this.

He deserved to be happy.

Cobra’s hand latched around my wrist and stopped me from following Jax.

“Ascher, go after him. Make sure he’s okay,” Cobra alpha-barked.

“Ten out of ten, good form!” I giggled, and sparkles appeared around Jax’s handsome face as I looked up at him.

Mika moaned on the floor, and I grimaced. Poor guy hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Love the punch, Jax, but he’s a friend. He didn’t do anything,” I said.

Suddenly, Cobra slammed his foot into Mika’s side and kicked him viciously. “He touched our property.”

Even tingly, I knew that was wrong. “I’ll show you property.”

Instead, I watched Jax slam his fist into Mika’s face like he was a spider fae and we had to kill him or we would be totally dead.