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Like a strong, independent woman, I keeled over and vomited into the snow. There wasn’t much in my stomach, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten.
I gagged dramatically and choked on my spit, hacking with my back arched in front of the three gods.
It wasn’t my cutest moment.
“Disgusting, pathetic creature,” someone sneered mockingly beside the tattooed man.
I made the mistake of looking over at the second man’s face.
Holy shit.
He was gorgeous.
He looked like an ancient statue of a marble hero, and his skin was so pale that his light-turquoise veins sparkled.
An inky swath of hair fell around his eyes—a deep emerald that was darker and more vibrant than the coniferous trees in the forest behind him.
He was like a statue of the sun god, like a painting of an angel from the rumored god realm, like an annoying bastard who thought he was hot shit.
He had a strong jawline, icy cheekbones, a straight nose, and a wickedly sinful mouth that sneered down at me.
The holy fuck on top of the cake was hundreds of emeralds and diamonds melded into his skin in a fantastical glitter.
The little jewels decorated his cheekbones and crawled down the side of his neck.
“Obsessed much?” His perfect upper lip rolled up in disgust.
Yep, all men sucked.
“I’m just confused about why your skin is covered in rocks. It’s weird.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder as I acted like his jewels weren’t the prettiest thing I had ever seen.
Unfortunately, my white hair was a frozen rat’s nest, so it ruined the effect.
My stomach pinched, and I thought back to the little rats at the tavern.
I hoped they would be okay without me. They were going to miss their momma.
I stopped worrying about my rats, because the horned man took a step toward me.
I took two steps back.
He and the pale man were made of muscles and tall as shit.
Both were more than a foot taller than me and three times as wide.
I was about five and a half feet tall and built scrawny. In contrast, they were built like they ate fifteen meals a day and lifted rocks for fun.
It was kind of embarrassing for them. They looked like they tried way too hard and had exercise addictions.
Not cute.
Still, I wasn’t fighting them.
The most exercise I usually got was lifting beer glasses for patrons and fighting against Dick.
Just last week, I had dropped a tray of beer glasses because my bicep had cramped mid-carry.
Physical prowess was not one of my strengths.

My knuckles were scabbed over, but when I opened my hand quickly, the scabs cracked, and blood dripped out.
I winced when I got a little blood on my bread. Embarrassment pooled through me as I brushed it off as much as possible.
A small, girlish part of me was embarrassed that the men thought I was disgusting. I tried to ignore those emotions because I was starving.
Since I was only half-unhinged, I had standards to uphold. One of them was not eating blood like a sadistic fae vampyre of lore.
Staring down, I concentrated hard on biting around the bloody edge of the bread.
Even though it was gross because it had blood on it, I was too hungry to let food go to waste.
“Oh my sun god, this is pathetic to watch.” Ascher put his bread roll onto my plate. “Just eat this one and try not to bleed all over it.”

‘Next to Ascher, Cobra and Jax jogged comfortably beside each other. A few beta men and women had tried to talk to them but quickly given up because Cobra scared them away.
Jax was talking a lot, and Cobra didn’t say anything; however, every once in a while, Cobra’s lips curled up in a small smile.
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.’

“And she lied to the media about how she injured her voice,” Jax said with a heavy sigh.
“Why the fuck is it so….?” I struggled for the correct word.
“Raspy,” I said at the same time Cobra said, “Dirty.” I chuckled because that was exactly what I had been thinking.
Cobra smirked, and I couldn’t help but picture the princess writhing between us, whispering dirty words. He lifted his dark eyebrow as I stared at him.
Suddenly, I was envisioning Cobra underneath me as he took the princess. He licked his lips again, like he knew exactly what I was imagining.
“Ow!” I said. Jax had leaned forward and slapped Cobra and me behind our heads. His hands were fucking massive, and I swore he’d given me a slight concussion.
“Harder,” Cobra moaned dramatically.
Jax glared at us both like we were the biggest idiots.

He was so big that I wanted to wrap my maw around his bicep and gnaw. He looked chewy.
“Little girl thinks she can handle Jax’s bear?” Cobra’s silky voice taunted me, and I lunged at him.
Cobra had been slowly inching closer from my side, and I had been tracking his movements in my peripheral vision.
Now my furry body slammed into his frame and tackled him onto his bed. Instead of screaming in fright, or at least trying to get away, the beautiful man laughed underneath me, like we were playing.
“Little kitty’s so dramatic,” Cobra drawled between bouts of laughter.”

“What do you need from us, Princess?” Ascher called out, his voice thick with worry.
“T-T-To leave m-m-me the fuck a-alone!” I screamed, and they shouted expletives back at me.
Actually, Ascher swore up a blue streak and shouted. Cobra calmly launched into a tirade about my pathetic character and how I was probably a spy.