Page 119 of Psycho Beasts

The scent of snow intensified until I was sure he left a trail of ice across my skin.

“Fucking creep,” I spat and kicked my legs to conceal the fact that my core had just spasmed.

Cobra’s fingers tightened around my jaw, and Jax’s hands tightened around my arms.

I kicked my legs harder, aiming to pop a fucking ball.

That would show them.

Jax growled. “We just want to talk to you. Things are getting out of control.”

The scent of sugary-sweet cinnamon spiked higher and twined around all of us.

Four sets of male eyes glowed.

It was the heat.

The thought was a bullet through my chest.

I sneered, “Clarissa already told me what you told her, Xerxes. There is nothing else I have to say to any of you. We’re done. Enjoy your lives.”

“What are you talking about?” Xerxes asked, purple eyes flashing with confusion.

Cobra’s voice was a slurred hiss. “Issss that who gave you the bruisssse?”

My jaw was going numb from the tightness of his fingers.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my sun god, drop the fucking act. I know Xerxes already asked Clarissa to join his heat. Congrats, you successfully replaced me, not that we were anything to begin with.”

My neck wrenched to the side as I tried to glance away from the too-handsome omega. It hurt to look at him.

Cobra’s fingers tightened. I couldn’t move an inch, and my face throbbed.

“You’re hurting me,” I whispered.

Instantly, Jax dropped me, and Cobra pulled his hand away.

Surprised by the sudden release, I would have fallen to the floor if not for Ascher lunging forward and catching me.

He cradled me against his chest, and a low bleat rattled as his tattooed arms cocooned me.

Was he alpha-purring? It was more of a bleat, but the low vibrations instantly calmed me.

Suddenly, I was too tired to deal with the tension.

Like a coward, I kept my face pressed against Ascher’s chest and inhaled his musky pine scent that I loved so much.

It reminded me of the forest I’d grown up playing in.

Outside the warmth of Ascher’s chest, there was a loud hiss, then a crashing noise. Another hiss followed, and I debated just falling asleep in Ascher’s arms and pretending I didn’t care what was happening.

Holding me with one arm, Ascher reached up with his other and rubbed his chest like it hurt.

My heart pinched with worry at the thought of the men in pain.

Fucking pack dynamics were making everything worse.

I squirmed out of Ascher’s tattooed arms and amazing pine scent in time to watch Cobra lift Xerxes and throw him into a wall like he weighed nothing.

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