Page 270 of Psycho Beasts

Two ice daggers crystalized in her palm and flew across the room, directly into the heart of the two alphas.

Crack.

Crackkkkkkk.

There was a loud crunching noise, then suddenly Molly and Z shattered into a million pieces and dissipated like frost.

Like they’d never even existed.

Aran’s eyes were pitch black, her face burning with fury as she trembled with rage.

“Harness your rage, escape your cage,” a man’s voice said from somewhere behind her.

Aran whipped her head around, like she was searching for the voice, but there was nobody there.

The don sighed heavily, and the room buzzed with the sounds of motion and mumbles as he released all the shifters from his compulsion.

“Well, that solved that problem,” the don said casually, staring down at Aran with something close to respect. “You said you were a water fae?”

Aran nodded her curly head, eyes unfocused as she stared at the frost where two alphas had stood.

There was nothing left of them.

“Everyone who assisted Molly and Z, please present yourself at the dais.”

The twelve betas who had drawn their guns on the men walked forward and stood in a straight line.

The room was silent.

Then, the Don pulled out a handgun and walked down the line. Pops rang out as he shot each one in the forehead.

Their bodies tumbled off the dais.

The “Loyalty” tattoo on the don’s neck twitched as he clenched his jaw with rage. “Well, even though we’ve had a little show this equinox, we are still here for one reason.”

The don turned to his son and gestured to the pretty omegas who sat on the stage with him.

“Which one will you be bonding with tonight?”

He’d just casually shot twelve men in the head without explanation.

He’d shown us the sheer power in his voice.

There was no disobeying him.

I backed away toward Aran, wanting the comfort of my best friend as my men chose a different woman and undoubtedly broke my heart.

The gold halo was heavy around my wrist, a reminder that I was birthed for a purpose.

It’s fine, you have a different life path, I tried to reassure myself, but it wasn’t comforting.

I grabbed Aran’s hand and turned away.

We gripped each other like we were the only lifelines we’d ever had.

She was the only person who could understand what I was going through, what it was like for your life to crumble beneath you, over and over again.

“No,” Cobra hissed. “We’re not taking an omega.”

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