Psycho Fae (Cruel Shifterverse #2) by Jasmine Mas EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: Jasmine Mas
- Language: English
- Genre: Werewolf & Shifter Romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2 MB
- Price: Free
THE EVIL QUEEN
“OH MY GODDESS, this is rich. What a disgusting surprise,” a tinkling female
voice said above me.
I blinked open crusty eyes and immediately wished I hadn’t woken up.
I’d been having a horrible nightmare that I was drowning in a sea of my
blood.
advertisement ( ads )
--- --- --- --- ---
Of course, because my life was depressing, I woke up to arguably worse
circumstances. Which was hard to do.
The first thing I noted—the voice belonged to evil lady number one, aka
the fae queen.
She leaned casually against the bedroom wall like she didn’t have a care
in the world.
Glad she was feeling relaxed.
Not relatable.
The second thing I noted—there was a breeze against my vagina.
On closer inspection, I was buck naked, with my limbs like a starfish’s,
tits up, scars on display, lying in the middle of a massive bed.
“What the flying fuck?” I asked. My broken voice was extra scratchy, a
stark contrast to the queen’s melodic tone.
I struggled to sit up, but my entire body ached with phantom pain, and I
didn’t even bother to preserve my modesty.
Unlike what they’d taught us in school, modest was not hottest. You
know what was hot? Not being kidnapped by psychotic evil fae rulers.
The last things I remembered: Cobra and Jax had been drugged
unconscious. Ascher had betrayed us. The queen had attacked me with her
blue fire, which was painful as hell but didn’t burn like a normal flame.
Then we’d all been transported from the shifter realm to the queen’s
palace in the fae realm. Aran had turned out to be a girl in disguise and the
fae princess. A guard had knocked me out.
If I weren’t so tired and sore, I would have burst into tears.
My life, which had been training for war at a fortress with alpha and beta
shifters who were all stronger than me, had somehow gotten worse. I was so
tired that I couldn’t attack the fae queen like I wanted to.
Instead, I settled for raising my head slightly and death glaring at
everyone in the room.
It was the best I could do.
About two dozen women cringed as I struggled to sit up.
They were the queen’s servants.
They wore unique white dresses that I’d seen depicted in a book growing
up. Each woman was gorgeous and had slightly pointed ears like all fae.
As I glared around the room and tried to act intimidating, the women
grimaced as they stared at my torso.
My gut told me they weren’t wincing because they were overwhelmed by
the beauty and prominence of my nipples.
They were horrified because thick white scars covered my golden skin.
The queen walked closer to the bed, and I stopped playing the staring
game with the servants.
For More Read Download This Book
EPUB
advertisement ( ads )
-------------
