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313 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2022
While I sat on the toilet, my intestines screamed in agony as I suffered ballistic diarrhea.
The shifter realm was a cold, barren place. It felt even colder and more miserable when you were two null servants under a beta’s thumb.
It was a tale as old as time. The servant on her knees, covered in blood, with the master enraged above her.
But I always liked the darker books—where the servant killed the master and bathed in his blood.
The shifter realm had two classifications of people.
In the bottom tier were null shifters, who were unimpressive and made up the majority of the population. The realm had about fifty thousand people, and 99 percent of them were nulls.
That was us.
In contrast, the top tier consisted of ABOs.
Betas were the most common ABO. They were the realm’s soldiers. Stronger and faster than nulls, they had extended lifetimes but couldn’t shift. Dick was one of them.
Alphas were the coolest ABOs. They were the realm’s war generals, huge and immortal, and each one shifted into a unique beast of lore.
Finally, omegas were highly revered and immortal. They shifted into small, harmless creatures, but stories said they were physically perfect and alphas were obsessed with them.
I’d dealt with Dick my whole life. There was no room left in my miserable existence for bullies.
New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked.
Hard.
“I find it hard to believe you aren’t some spy for the fae queen. She’s been known to use her enchantments to play tricks and trap alphas.” Ascher cut at his steak savagely.
Rage bubbled inside my chest, and I had to forcibly swallow it down. I didn’t give a single flying shit about the queen, the war, or other shifters.
I was a lowly servant.
As a servant, they gave me zero rights in the realm, but then they just dropped me off at a portal and expected me to fight for them? They were disgusting.
I let my hatred show on my face. “I hate the fae queen and shifters equally. Why would I take sides?”
Apparently, the horned man was named Ascher.
Also apparently, this new man had eaten his twin in the womb. There was no other possible way someone could be so massive.
He just stared back at me with his soulless eyes. Either Cobra had been born cruel or he had been hurt very badly.
It was still weird to me. Cobra was clearly unhinged, Ascher was a hothead, and I had a homicidal voice inside my head. Jax was the calmest and least terrifying of all of us.
Anyone could see they were perfect for each other, two sides of the same coin. Both loyal and protective, yet one was calm and kind, while the other was psychotic and evil.
Opposites really did attract.
“Emotional support? It’s much healthier to repress emotions and ignore red flags.”