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.

of some paranormal underground species that just so happens

the pairs of eyes staring at her for answers she couldn’t give. “I’m

bring food,” Tieran said and immediately Cassandra bristled. She hated when he bossed her around like she was

stalked from the room, not because Tieran told her to, but because she couldn’t

the stairs to her bedroom two at a time. Since discovering she was the Prophesied One, all manner of unpleasant things had been forced upon her — including losing her virginity and being kidnapped by

hungry enough

her expansive bedroom as she waited. Tieran, the Alpha, and consequently, one of her baby daddys, insisted on

be a big deal that Tieran felt obligated to feed her, but as it was, neither wanted the roles that had

Cassandra might’ve tried to find a way to rip his

had been kicking into overdrive and sometimes she couldn’t quite help the thoughts in her head or the words that

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

of stupid that

period of her Breeding Time and now that she was pregnant, she simply ate

and she always wanted sex. And considering that the one person who would oblige couldn’t actually stand to be around

for the biological blueprint etched on their DNA, Cassandra didn’t think Tieran would have sex with her ever again but as it was, he couldn’t help himself just as she couldn’t help herself

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

her now that she’d conceived his child. Cristophe had told her that it was

Alpha would always protect his mate when they were

so much about werewolves?” Cassandra had groused after Cristophe had educated her in the finer points of being a werewolf. She’d been shocked to learn Cristophe was with the werewolves when previously he’d disdained their presence like a man who disliked dogs and was suddenly asked to clean out the dog kennels