Page 115 of Psycho Beasts

Sun god, this was a lot.

My palms were sticky with sweat, and my hand shook slightly from exhaustion.

I flipped open the first page. The first question read, What happens to alphas who hurt omegas or betas?

The moon goddess was truly with me. Thank fuck for Aran.

I grinned and scribbled down, “They get disemboweled by the don, then set on fire.”

Two hours into the test, I began to lose steam and had to stifle another yawn with my fist.

The words were blurry on the page, and I barely read the question before writing, “Disembowel them.”

If I’d learned one thing last night, it was that the punishment was almost always organ extraction.

Three hours later, Z shouted, “Time! Put down your pens. Close your booklets.”

My heart beat erratically as I turned the test over, and a number appeared at the top.

Glowing green on the top of my page, it read, “131. Passing.”

The scores and our names appeared on a blackboard at the front of the room. Everyone had passed.

Jax had the highest score, and I had the lowest one.

Clarissa snickered and whispered something derogatory, but I was too busy grinning from ear to ear.

I’d fucking passed. Who gave a flying fuck about the score? I was on top of the world.

Now I didn’t have to enslave anyone with my blood powers and fight to the death against the don.

What a glorious day.

Aran was a fucking angel from the rumored god realm. A true queen.

Jax blushed as Z clapped him on the shoulder, and I wondered proudly what the man didn’t excel at.

“You can have the rest of the day off. Official fighting starts tomorrow. Be here at dawn, and don’t be late.” Z turned to look at me pointedly.

I smiled like a loon.

He frowned.

What a wonderful time to be alive.

Slumped in my seat, slightly high from the drugs still in my system, sleep deprivation, and the sheer bliss of passing a hard test, I didn’t even realize everyone had left the room.

On shaking legs, I stumbled to the door, chuckling as I imagined how excited Aran was going to be.

Clarissa blocked my exit, and her stunning face was contorted into something ugly.

“Are you a badger?” I asked.

“What?” she asked with confusion.

“Is your alpha form a giant badger? I don’t know why, but I can see it.”

Clarissa snarled, “You don’t deserve to be a part of the pack.”

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