Page 226 of Psycho Beasts

That was the only warning I got.

A familiar bald alpha with a cigarette in his lips charged into the restroom with his gun pointed at my face.

I stilled in shock as I tried to process what the fuck was going on.

Apparently, Dean and Logan’s third pack member was Hunter.

The alpha who’d beaten me until I’d chosen death, who I’d also happened to infect with my blood.

Fuck.

I’d been hoping he’d just forget about it.

An enchanted gun hovered inches from my forehead.

I stated the obvious. “This bathroom does not have good energy.”

The safety clicked off as Hunter pressed the barrel into my forehead.

I pursed my lips. It seemed like he was holding a grudge.

“Listen, it really wasn’t personal.”

Hunter stepped closer until his caustic alpha scent overwhelmed my senses. “I’m making it fucking personal. I found out from Z you’d be completing your third initiation here and wanted to make sure I didn’t miss the fun.”

He pressed the barrel harder against my forehead.

I’d already had my mental breakdown, so I couldn’t panic appropriately.

“This is how it’s gonna go.” His cigarette hung from his lips, and he leaned forward so the burning end was precariously close to my face.

“You and I are going to enter into an agreement. I won’t tell everyone that you’re part witch, making you a wanted half-breed, and in return, you’re going to do something for me.” He pulled down his zipper, making it clear what he was referencing.

I glared at him with disgust.

I took it all back; what had happened with the men was beautiful and, frankly, inspirational.

This was violence.

He smirked, and bile burned my throat as I mentally reviewed my options.

I bit down on my cheek until I tasted coppery blood.

“You so much as begin to shift, or I see a glimpse of whatever that shit was that flew at me before, I’m pulling this trigger.” Hunter’s eyes were manic and wide. He licked his lips, and he shoved the butt harder into my head.

He wanted to do it.

Fuck.

Hunter smirked, thinking he had won, as he pushed my head down.

I fell to my knees and sent images of what was happening to my shadow snake, praying to the moon goddess that the connection worked like I thought it did.

Everything was happening so fast.

I couldn’t think.

The gun was cold against my forehead, and I mentally screamed at the snake, begging Cobra to understand.

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