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374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2022
“Not dead yet, bitch.” I made a duck face and held up two peace signs.
My last thought before I passed out — when I woke up, I would kill every guard that had touched my kitten.
I summed up the situation, “So our entire lives have been a lie, and we’re completely fucked.”
Yes, I had just called the evil fae queen with insane fire abilities “trashy.” It was called living without regrets, and it was my new motto.
There was one universal truth to life: no one looked elegant after a chop to the trachea.
“I physically can’t deal with your toxic energy right now. You hate me; I get it. Take a number and get in line.”
Of course, at that very moment, they stopped screaming for Cobra and started chanting, “Kill the girl!”
I took it as a good sign—my public relations plan was working.
I’d always been obsessed with the stories of the fire fae. They were the strongest, the masters of pain, makers of kings, and slayers of gods. Notably, they seemed less cool now that one was literally lighting me on fire.
>]"Remember, Kitten, you belong to me and only me. Anyone touches you, they die. Anyone looks at you, they die. Understood?”
“Um, hard no. I belong to myself, and I’m an alpha, even though you keep forgetting. Just because I let you put a finger in my ass, that does not somehow make you my owner—”
It was almost like he cared about me, but had zero clue how to show his affections like a normal person.
As long as Ascher remembered he was a piece of shit and followed every single thing I told him to do, we would get along fine.
“Hey, ultimate betrayer number one and annoying fucker number two, why don’t we cool it for a second, or I’m going to suffer a panic attack and cry like a baby and maybe pee myself from sheer terror.”
Now we just needed Jax to speak more and Cobra to speak less. The group dynamic would be a lot more functional.
Rationally, it didn’t matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn’t need a man.
Irrationally, I was a woman who just wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.
“I told you to stop attacking people!” I alpha-barked at my men with annoyance.
Instead of respecting my prowess, female fortitude, and ability to make decisions for myself, Cobra and Jax grinned at each other and fist-bumped with their chained hands. Yes, they were bonding over stomping on a man’s face. I couldn’t find some normal fucking dudes to spend my time with?
I got psycho alphas.
In terms of the group dynamic, we didn’t have problems. We were the problem.
Strong alpha personalities that wanted to control, a lot of homicidal energy, and an omega with a knife fixation who hated alphas.
There was a pregnant pause as everyone in the room stared at me like my tits were out and I was crazy. Both were true.
“You don’t belong here, and I am going to make sure the realm knows it. You heretic women and your campaign to replace men in battle—it’s disgusting. I won’t allow you to poison the female minds of this realm.”
I gave him a thumbs-up and a big smile. “Good luck with that. It seems like you’re in a real healthy place mentally.”