Page 274 of Psycho Beasts

The don shook his head like we were hopeless. “I even gave you Warren to protect the girls. He is extremely talented.”

The young boy blushed under the don’s praise, and we all glared at him.

We weren’t impressed.

“Clarissa, you were told in the beginning of your trial to befriend Sadie to help her adjust to this realm, since you’re both female alphas. That was your loyalty test. You failed.”

The don aimed his gun at the dance floor, and Clarissa dropped dead.

I grimaced.

A lot of people had been dropping dead recently, and I was starting to feel sick.

The don beamed like a proud father and gestured to Cobra.

He yelled, “Well, this is the best time to announce my son has returned to the beast realm. Cobra is the crown prince!”

The room gasped.

Then the orchestra came alive, champagne was handed out, and everyone began to twirl around.

Missing a finger, scars on display, with a goddess inside me, I spun with each of my men across the glittering dance floor.

Love was more than a sentiment.

It was unwavering loyalty, even in the darkest place.

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The Don

I smiled as my beloved son twirled his mate across the dance floor.

Physically, she was nothing special, but there was a fire that burned within her that I hadn’t seen in centuries. A similar fire burned within the Aran boy.

I glanced across the room, smiling when I saw Jinx was glaring down at a beta soldier who was wiping at his face like he was crying.

She glanced up at me, and I tipped my hat to her. I’d been don long enough to know a soldier when I saw one.

She was going to grow into a magnificent killer.

Cobra twirled Sadie close to the dais, and I smiled fondly down at my long-lost son, who’d grown into an impressive man.

I smirked as Sadie narrowed her eyes at me over his shoulder.

I’d always known this would be their outcome. Known since my beloved son’s eyes had glowed white as the moons when he’d bonded with the other men.

All their eyes had glowed an even brighter white when they’d bonded with Sadie.

They were fated mates.

And fate always found a way.

Sadie

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

“So, Sadie, how are you coping without your finger? How have you been feeling lately? I know this was a traumatic experience for you,” Dr. Palmer said, her harsh face puckered like she’d tasted something sour.

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