THE AWAKENING

“This is my home. I was born here. You are the one who doesn’t belong,” Serra said bitterly. “Where is Tieran?”

Cassandra ignored Serra’s question, her mind moving at a frightening clip that was probably nearing delirium and knew somehow that Serra had been responsible for Ulster’s sudden appearance.

“I need to rest,” Cassandra said brusquely, moving past Serra. “If Tieran wishes to see you, that’s his business. Not mine.”

“His heart belongs to me,” Serra said to Cassandra’s naked backside as she ascended the long staircase.

Cassandra kept her pace and refused to react even though the hateful comment sliced at her own heart as if it were a raw-edged blade.

Iona appeared at the top of the stairs, her careworn expression focusing like a laser on Cassandra’s belly. “You have exhausted yourself and put your pups at risk,” she warned with a narrowed gaze. “Come. You must eat to replenish your strength and then bathe the blood from your skin. You stink of death and misery and that cannot be healthy for the pups.”

Cassandra was too tired to argue and too heart-sore to do more than nod in agreement.

cry. Her warrior strength that’d filled her during battle had apparently been used up, leaving her pathetic

massive Jacuzzi tub and set

heated water. She sank into the bubbles with a grateful sigh, forgetting for the moment of her

too long, Iona was pulling her from the tub and wrapping her into a thick white terry cloth

her mouth with the juicy protein. As strength

swallowed, an image of Serra in all her aching beauty intruded on her quiet moment, and she hated her. An irrational urge to smash her

type before — not that she’d actually dated all that much but she’d always been mystified by her girlfriends who’d been

the knowledge that Tieran’s first love was in the house, awaiting his return,

but in her heart

the biggest threat was

Alpha. With Serra between them, how could she hope to command Tieran’s love? “I thought she’d been asked to leave for the sake

trouble with her,” Iona said, combing the snarls from Cassandra’s hair. “She arrived without notice, bursting into the house, claiming she’d seen Ulster’s band closing in