THE AWAKENING

“How can there be two?”

The question, delivered in Tieran’s quiet, deliberate tone was edged with uncertainty and echoed throughout the closed room.

Cassandra remained rigidly silent as the seer removed her weathered palms from Cassandra’s slightly rounded belly and looked as bewildered as the rest of the Barrachius clan inside the room.

Tieran, the Alpha of Clan Barrachius glared at Cassandra as if she were to blame for this upset in his plans. Cassandra glared back. It wasn’t her fault she had an overactive womb.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she snapped, moving away from the seer and straightening her shirt. It was bad enough she already felt like some kind of lab experiment gone awry, now she had to deal with this? “Maybe the prophesy is wrong.”

“Impossible,” Tieran retorted, though his eyes told a different story. He turned to the grizzled woman looking pensively at Cassandra’s belly. “What does this mean?”

“I do not know,” she answered truthfully. “But it cannot bode well. The prophesy clearly stated there was one child. I must consult the Mother Goddess for answers.”

“Great, get her on the phone and get some answers so everyone can stop staring at me like I’m the devil,” Cassandra grumbled.

Jandin bowed low to whisper in her ear, “The Mother Goddess is the moon.”

Oh.

She cast a thankful smile Jandin’s way for his explanation but she felt like an idiot. Of course, the Mother Goddess was the moon.

How obvious. Not.

some paranormal underground species that just so happens

here?” she asked, ready to leave this room and all the pairs of eyes staring at her for

bossed her around like she was an underling of some sort, or worse, a bathroom attendant at a

told her to, but because

upon her — including losing her virginity and being kidnapped

enough to eat

Alpha, and

it wouldn’t be a big deal that Tieran felt obligated to feed her,

between them, Cassandra might’ve tried to

top, but lately, her hormones had been kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite help

male perfection — and it was no small tragedy to be in his arms or beneath him, but when he looked at her, there

the amount of stupid that it mattered

out of the dangerous Phasing period of her Breeding Time and

that the one person who would oblige couldn’t actually stand to be around her unless he was forced, didn’t make for

the biological blueprint etched on their DNA, Cassandra didn’t think Tieran would have sex with her ever again but

invisible thread wound itself tighter around them, drawing them ever closer to one another. Which was why

was programmed to want her now that she’d conceived his child. Cristophe had told her that it was an evolutionary protection for

his mate

werewolf. She’d been shocked to learn Cristophe was with the werewolves when previously he’d disdained their