Page 271 of Psycho Beasts

My eyes widened. The blood loss was making me delusional.

“I choose Sadie, and if you can’t accept that, then you’ll have to fight me to the death.”

Cobra’s voice echoed.

Jax growled, “We all chose her a long time ago.”

“You’ll have to kill me before you take her from me,” Xerxes snarled, and there was a sharp sound that signaled he pulled out his knives.

“We’ll kill you all if you try to stop us,” Ascher promised.

Suddenly, there was a pressure on my scarred shoulder, and icy fingers tugged me, so I turned around.

“Look at me when I say this to you,” Cobra snarled roughly.

I blinked as I stared up at him.

Suddenly, four men fell to their knees in front of me and bowed their heads low.

They defied the don.

They chose certain death for me.

“You can’t,” I whispered as my eyes burned and moisture streaked across my cheeks, as blood loss made my head spin. “He’ll kill you.”

Cobra’s eyes glowed as he grabbed my hand and snarled, “Shut the fuck up, Kitten. I told you I loved you. What did you think that meant?”

“Actually, you told me you owned me,” I pointed out with narrowed eyes. I was still slightly salty about it.

“Don’t be fucking dumb,” he growled. “What I feel for you is more than love. You’re my everything, and if that means I must die to be by your side. Then so be it.”

My face crumpled, and my throat burned.

“But you can’t. He’ll hurt you.”

This time, it was Xerxes who growled, “Baby girl, we’re already fucking dead if we’re not with you.”

For a moment, I paused with horror. Did they know about my plan to kill them if they chose an omega?

Jax’s chest rumbled, the chains on his golden braids tinkling as he shook his head. “We’ve told you, little alpha, that we love you. Do you think we lied?”

“Yeah, but he’s threatening to kill you!” I snapped back, my hands shaking with fear even as their devoted words made my heart sing.

Had everyone lost their fucking minds?

I just found out my entire life was a lie and now this.

There was only so much a person could take.

Just because I was planning on killing them didn’t mean I wanted the don to do it. That was different.

Ascher had the audacity to laugh, neck tattoos rippling as he knelt before me.

Suddenly, his amber eyes hard and voice harsh, he said, “Princess, they can try to kill us. But they won’t succeed.”

Great.

They were dumb.

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