Page 108 of Psycho Beasts

None of it was real.

I detangled myself from Ascher’s grip and stumbled away.

He whimpered.

My headache started up again.

Jax’s grip on Cobra tightened, and they both stared at me like predators watching prey.

Shouldn’t they be attacking the omega, not me?

“It’s just biology.”

I shoved everything that had happened into a ball and deposited it into the dark recess at the back of my mind.

A few thoughts filtered out, and I refused to acknowledge them until I was satisfied the entire ordeal was hidden away.

Them fawning over Clarissa flashed through my mind.

“Get out,” I whispered.

“Kitten,” Cobra snarled.

My gut twisted as it dawned on me.

Sun god, I was a fool.

That was why they were all hanging all over Clarissa. The heat had them fucking randy, and they wanted a female alpha to join them with Xerxes.

He’d said he was addicted to a female alpha, and as far as I knew, he was only into women, which meant he likely wanted one for his heat.

“GET OUT!” I shrieked as loud as I could, putting every ounce of an alpha’s command into the words.

There was a long pause, then they turned and left without another word.

They didn’t fight for me.

“It’s just biology.”

My heart crumpled in my chest.

I stood in the middle of the room, heaving.

Aran stood silently and said nothing as I screamed and punched my fists into the bed.

“Fresh towels,” a maid said quietly, slipping into the room and placing them on the chair.

“Thanks,” Aran said as the maid curtsied and turned to leave.

I ran my hands down my face dejectedly as Aran arched her eyebrow at me questioningly.

“Ugh, it’s just all too much.” I ran my hands over my face tiredly. “I just feel like th—”

A familiar voice cut me off in an ancient fae language that was supposed to be dead.

The maid stood in the doorway, back ramrod straight and an intense expression curling her feminine features into something terrifying as she bellowed in a masculine voice,

“Ties are formed in the dark light,

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