Psycho Beasts

Psycho Beasts is the third book in the Cruel Shifterverse trilogy by Jasmine Mas.

Synopsis

Welcome to Serpentine City. The Mafia rule, and we're about to be indoctrinated.

Cobra's the heir to the throne, and he's been given an ultimatum.

Form a pack...or else.

Now, we're fighting for our lives and each other.

Will Jax, Xerxes, Ascher, and Cobra fall apart under the pressure?

Will Sadie be strong enough to handle what they want?

Will their tension crumble into hatred? Or build into love?

Between training and fighting for our lives, it's about to go down like never before.

We may have survived the Fae realm, but the real test has just begun.

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Trigger Warnings & Tropes

Graphic violence including torture and murder

Graphic sexual content

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Fated mates

Praise

Degradation

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Review

I absolutely LOVE this series. It's very different from any omega verse I've ever read before.

Sadie's inner monologue had me laughing out loud constantly. She and Aran together are hysterical as well. Everyone needs a best fried like Aran because she's perfect.

"Well, there is good news," I said. Aran's voice was uncharacteristically small. "What could possibly be good in our lives?" "We're both hearing voices. So we're equally unwell."

There was a lot of heartache and angst in this book, but you know we love to torture our selves because it's so worth it in the end.

And then there are the guys… LOVE them! I don't want to say too much and spoil anything, but I'm just glad we get to finally see them open up to Sadie and vice versa. Oh! And Cobra is possessive and adorable. Jax is protective. Ascher, we get to see his sweeter side. Then there's Xerxes, who is sassy and adorable I just love that he's such a badass omega, but then you also get to see his needy side as well and what happens when he doesn't get what he wants.

"You will be punished for not choosing me, but I've never stopped owning you. How could I? You are my soul."

I'm so excited that we get a series for Aran and I really hope we get to see more of Jinx eventually because she is terrifying in the best way.

Highly recommend giving this series a read!

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Notable Highlights

We were on the same page---ignore the weird poem that no one wanted to hear and pretend like it had never happened. And do drugs. They were always the answer. Everyone knew that.

Sure, the omega wasn't perfect. He had a knife fixation, rage issues, trauma, and an inability to express his emotions. But didn't we all?

My alpha looked like a princess, but fought like a warrior.

"You're my alpha. I claim you. I own you. There will never be an omega who ever fucks an alpha like I fuck your cunt."

I silently muttered a prayer to the moon goddess. I'd found my religion. She was pinned beneath me.

If he told us we were getting tortured again, I was shoving a bread roll up his ass.

"I fucking own your mind, body, and soul. Absolute ownership. You are my possession. My fucking everything."

I'd made the transition from prude to slut, and I was struggling with the lifestyle change.

Fucking sun god, she was so perfect. So fucking pure. So fucking rabid.

It was impossible to put into words the all-consuming obsession I had with her. She was everything, and I would raze the world for her.

I didn't own my kitten. My kitten owned me. And it was everything.

Because even though I pretended to be civil, I was still nothing more than a beast, and Sadie was my possession to protect. Just as I was hers to own.

"Fuck you," I growled and sent back violent images. "I don't need your help." "No, Kitten," Cobra whispered as the snake sent me images of love and warmth. "I fuck you."

"Please, don't mind me," Aran drawled. "Should we all do celebratory anal now that we've established we all love each other?"

"No, please continue," Aran said. "I only puked in my mouth six times." She lowered her voice in a mockery of Ascher's. "Oh, baby, I love you so much I just wanna protect you and have your babies and be a little bitch for you."

"Why did you have to come with us?" I asked as I glared at him. "I thought your role was to be a perverted ferret."

They were dead. If they really loved me, technically, they'd want me to kill them for betraying me. It made perfect sense.

Everything about the boy pissed me off: (1) he was a ferret, (2) he had manipulated the girls, (3) he ate underwear, (4) he had sparkly skin that I was definitely not jealous of, and (5) once again, the underwear.

Either I was that bitch, or I wasn't. And that bitch didn't cry over men; she enslaved them with her blood powers, laughed as they cried, and killed them for betraying her. I ate another hot dog. A horrifying realization hit me: Was I becoming a villain? I do look good in black.

Love was more than a sentiment. It was unwavering loyalty, even in the darkest place.