THE AWAKENING

Tieran remained silent for a long moment but she could feel the tension in the air between them as they lay sprawled naked and spent. He turned slowly to regard her, his expression resigned, and perhaps a bit angry, as he gave her the answer she feared the most.

“The Prophecy has been set in motion.”

Tears pricked Cassandra’s eyes and her hand strayed to her flat belly. She swallowed as the import of his statement hit her hard.

“Am I pregnant?” she whispered. “How can you possibly know? It’s too soon, isn’t it?”

“The point of a Phase is to create new life. It is almost certain that I’ve put a pup in your belly.”

Tieran rose on shaky limbs to grab his shirt and jerk it on. She trembled as she wavered on full-blown hysteria. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, much less the mother of some Prophesied child!

“Tieran…” she pleaded, not knowing what she was asking exactly but he heard the fear and uncertainty in her voice. He softened, albeit minutely, and his eyes returned to their striking shade of blue. “Tieran…I’m not ready for any of this…”

He buttoned his jeans slowly, almost methodically before meeting her gaze. “That makes two of us. But we weren’t given a choice. I will send someone to help you bathe. I will bring food soon.”

“I’m not hungry,” she lied, fighting tears. “Just leave me alone. I need time to figure things out.”

“You will need food. The Phase raises your metabolism. And if you are carrying my child…you will eat, whether you want to or not. There are other things to consider now that the Prophecy has begun.”

her voice shaking as she

nothing to hide from Tieran at

you people! I had a

he advanced, scooping her into the

may have stumbled onto your heritage but I’ve been shouldering the weight of this clan since I turned sixteen. It’s been ground into my head that I must sire the Prophesied child to

shake and then when she thought he might thrust her away from him as if she were diseased, he ground

then as

and as soon as he was gone, she fell back onto the bed with a

Cassandra curled into a fetal ball and cried for a good five minutes, soaking her pillow. When the tears finally stopped, she wiped her nose and rinsed her face, still confused and angry but one question rose to the surface

as if she had a handle on the things that she

and she shouldn’t give two shakes of a beaver’s tail what that jerk fantasized about in the private theater of his head because he clearly only fucked her because

begged for a man’s attention in

been thrust into this nightmare of a new life so

more tears. She

Hell yes.

what she

wanted to feel her mother’s arms around her, clucking and cooing, smoothing her hair