THE AWAKENING

Cassandra gave up trying to convince Arja things would be different at the other clan. Truthfully, she didn’t know if what she promised was true.

Although Jandin and Koris had been protective and kind, she didn’t know if that was their true nature when not mating with a Breeding female. Particularly a Prophesied One.

Cassandra accepted the brutal scrubbing of her skin as Arja made sure not a drop of Cristophe’s seed remained on her body, even going so far as to swish her vagina with an efficient sweep of her finger to make sure nothing remained inside her womb, and then Cassandra was dried and dressed in an frumpy brown sack of a dress that looked as if it’d been salvaged from a bag meant for the thrift store.

She lifted the hem of the ugly dress and let it drop.

“It matters little what you wear. Ulster will simply tear it from your body when he mates with you.”

Cassandra stared in open repulsion. “I don’t want to mate with him.”

A small smile lifted Arja’s mouth. “That won’t matter either. A word of advice: Don’t fight. Accept your fate with grace and maybe he won’t mark you for sport. Ulster is a mean bastard with a penchant for inflicting pain on others.”

Fear snaked its way to her heart and her knees had begun to quake as they walked down the dingy hallway to another room.

At one time, the decrepit house may have been grand but time and disrepair, vandals and neglect had aged the classy Victorian to a shell of its former grandeur.

Much like a great courtesan who had fallen on hard times and was forced to service rough patrons in a filthy alleyway to make ends meet, the old house struggled to retain some semblance of what it had once been in its crumbling cornices and creaking maple balustrade.

“Who does this house belong to?” Cassandra asked.

“Someone dead.”

“Oh.” Cassandra took that as a warning not to ask too many questions.

Her gaze darted from one room to the next, looking for an escape but everywhere she looked, pairs of eyes peered at her from darkened alcoves and musty rooms.

Arja led her into a room different from the rest. The room was awash in opulent tones of red and purple and Ulster, the scarred barbarian, lounged in his oversized chair like a king on his throne.

Three large men stood at wary attention, their eyes narrowing and their noses twitching as Cassandra entered the room.

“Ahh, there she is. The lady of the hour. Tell me, did you manage to wash that bloodsucker’s stink from your body?”

Arja bowed. “She is clean, Master.”

as if he rather liked the idea of Arja’s failure simply so he could carry out his

you think of

hard look in his eyes gave away his hope and Cassandra wasn’t about to play his game. She remained silent, seaming her mouth shut purposefully.

quiet one? No worries, I have ways to make my women say

shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. “Jandin and Koris will find me. And they will tear

think I won’t tear them to pieces first?”

motley group, noting their moth-bitten clothes and the pervasive sense of abject poverty that clung to everything she saw, and said, “You are not their equals in

baring his teeth. “You dare much, girl. Do not speak of that bitch in my

to keep from snarling a bitter

lovers had defied everything to be

adopted. Any revenge you seek against her would be futile. She didn’t raise me and I know nothing about this damn prophecy everyone keeps talking about.

taken aback by her frank statement, so much so that a lengthy pause

eyeing Cassandra with open distrust. “She’d say anything to avoid her fate. Hurry up and put your seed

prophecy. Just a bunch of werewolves stuck in the past. I mean, look around…this place could use a little freshening up. You know? Why do you live like

rumbling sounded in warning and Cassandra swallowed nervously. Perhaps she’d taken it a bit

werewolf, let alone a Prophesied Breeder of Epic Proportions, she would’ve directed them to the nearest mental hospital.

logically — not to mention the whole losing her virginity during some feverish Phasing to two different strange men and then the subsequent wild sex

only hope she didn’t phase again

she did, she’d screw anything with a cock in her fevered state. She ran her tongue across her lips, dehydrated from everything that had transpired. “Can I get something to drink,” she asked, hating to show even an ounce of weakness but she was truly parched and beginning

snapped his fingers and another woman scuttled inside.

the Breeder some water and

to obey and it was everything Cassandra could

my feet,” he said, watching her reaction. “She used to suck my

which I highly

she didn’t dare back down in front of Ulster. If he scented fear, he’d overrun her. She sensed there was a dangerous game afoot.

to remain on her toes if she wanted to escape unscathed. She held onto the hope that

glass of water and handed it to Cassandra. There were faint things floating in the water and if Cassandra hadn’t been desperately thirsty, she would’ve declined.

her eyes shut and downed the glass. The woman quietly took the

asked, raising one sardonic brow. She nodded and his gaze narrowed. “Take off your clothes. I wish to see what a Prophesied One’s cunt

“Excuse me?”

and I