THE AWAKENING

Tieran burst through the front door, his mind centered on Cassandra and her blatant disregard for his commands as Alpha, skidded to a stuttering halt as a familiar scent washed over him.

The minute recognition hit, Serra was in his arms, sobbing her relief that he was unharmed.

Her arms wound around his neck as she buried her nose against his chest and for a blinding second he was elated beyond measure to feel Serra against him again.

But there was a false note to the joy that he might never have recognized if he hadn’t met Cassandra and it was this realization that caused him to gently pluck Serra’s arms from his neck.

“Serra,” he said, plucking her arms gently from his neck. “What are you doing here?” Serra’s wounded expression cut at him but his first thought was of Cassandra.

It was then he realized Serra was wounded. Blood seeped from an angry laceration on her forearm. He gently lifted Serra’s arm. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing. All that matters is that you’re unharmed,” Serra said, attempting to pull her arm free but Tieran wouldn’t let go until she’d explained.

She shrugged with a subtle motion though she winced as she answered, “I must’ve cut it when I was running to get here. I found Ulster’s band encroaching on our land and knew if I didn’t come to warn you, the clan would be in danger. I couldn’t ignore the threat to my clan. Or to you,” she added quietly.

“You are so loyal,” he said warmly, approving of her actions. “Without your warning, Cassandra and I might’ve easily been overrun by Clan Janus. Ulster brought all of his warriors and they were out for blood. Where is Cassandra?”

At the mention of his woman’s name, Serra visibly bristled and her eyes flashed with open resentment though she knew well enough to tamp it down before answering, “She mentioned needing a bath. She was covered in filth.”

“She fought like a warrior,” Tieran said, proud of Cassandra. “She’s a mate worthy of an Alpha.”

but withheld further comment. Tieran took her silence as a good sign that she was accepting their new fates and that eased

squeeze. “Have Iona look at your wound before it festers. I will return after I’ve checked on Cassandra. We

and left Serra behind. Whatever else Serra had to say

into Cassandra’s room, dismissing the women

“You are unharmed?”

“Of course.”

curves barely concealed in the gauzy outfit meant to be forgiving

exponentially each day, shortening the gestational period

longed to put his hands on her belly to feel them squirm beneath the smooth silk of her skin but there was something in her eyes that kept him at a distance, which served to remind him that he needed to address her actions. “You disobeyed me,” he

on giving out ridiculous orders,” she retorted, not the least bit apologetic. “It made more sense for me to go for help in case Ulster’s stragglers attempted to double back. I was better at running and you were better at

but he could

female their species has ever seen. Under normal circumstances, he’d have to punish anyone who disobeyed

tolerated,” he bit out, growing frustration at his predicament sharpening his words. “Without a firm grasp on the hierarchy of the clan,

here?” Cassandra asked, ignoring his firm reprimand and going straight for the

low in his chest. “Cassandra do not test me,” he warned.

former flame is suddenly here — someone you’re still carrying a torch for, by the way — and you think me using logic over your silly command

the bed and across his knee so that he could paddle her soft ass

fighting an erection at the thought of smacking

that Ulster was closing in. It is because of Serra that we are both alive. We owe her our gratitude, not

was still an edge to her as she said, “She seemed disappointed that I managed to return. While I’m grateful for her help, I don’t trust