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.”

her silence as a good sign that she was accepting their new fates and that eased the worry

Serra’s hand a soft squeeze. “Have Iona look at your wound before it festers. I

Cassandra and left Serra behind. Whatever else Serra had to say could wait. His

a time and strode into Cassandra’s room, dismissing the women tending to

“You are unharmed?”

“Of course.”

concealed in the gauzy outfit meant to be forgiving of her expanding

as if the babies grew exponentially each day, shortening the gestational period by half of a regular

there was something in her eyes that kept him at a distance, which served to remind him that he needed to address her actions.

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 fighting. Seemed the most

that light, Cassandra was right but he could not abide Cassandra undermining his authority as Alpha.

strength of an Alpha and she was unlike any female their species has ever seen. Under normal circumstances, he’d have to

predicament sharpening his words. “Without a firm grasp on the hierarchy of the clan, chaos will destroy everything we’ve built over the

ignoring his firm reprimand and going straight for the jugular. “Did

his chest. “Cassandra do not test me,”

the chair and went toe-to-toe with him, surprising him with the fire in her eyes. “I heartily disagree. Your 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 is the bigger issue? Forgive me, if I

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

been fighting an erection at

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

I managed to return. While I’m grateful for her help, I don’t trust her motives and you’d be stupid to ignore what is staring at you right in the face. I think she should