Cassandra and Tieran have settled into a turbulent relationship fueled by lust and desire yet they remain distinctly at odds. Tieran is struggling with the memory of his previous love, Serra, and fighting the growing emotion he feels for Cassandra. In the midst of their personal test-of-wills, Cassandra is carrying mystical twins — of which only one was supposed to be born — but hell hath no fury lik e a werewolf defending her pups and Cassandra will defend her babies to the death; even against Tieran, if need be.
Caught in the ever-tightening web foretold by The Breeding Prophecy, Cassandra and Tieran must become as one to protect all they hold dear . As all out impending war between the clans hovers on the horizon, Cassandra must give herself to the power of The Prophecy if any are to survive the bloodbath that will ensue.
THE PURSUED
(The Breeding Prophecy 5 )
By Alexx Andria
Copyright 2012 by Alexx Andria
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“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 . Why couldn’t she have been part of a kooky religious cult instead of some paranormal underground species that just so happens to be caught up in this cataclysmic prophecy? “Are we done here?” she asked, ready to leave this room and all the pairs of eyes staring at her for answers she couldn’t give. “I’m hungry.” Again .
“Go to your r oom and I will bring food ,” Tieran said and immediately Cassandra bristled. She hated when he bossed her around like she was an underling of some sort, or worse, a bathroom attendant at a Walmart. She rose stiffly and stalked from the room, not because Tieran told her to, but because she couldn’t stand another minute being scrutinized for circumstances that were out of her control.
She took the stairs to her bedroom two at a time. Since discovering she was the Prophesied One , all manner of unpleasant things had bee n forced upon her — including losing her virginity and being kidnapped by two separate people on two
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