Cassandra is abducted again, only this time, it's by Ulster, the Alpha of the rival clan and he plans to use her Phasing to his advantage. But Cassandra is fighting her destiny, even if the Phase controls her sexual appetite, forcing her to mate with the one person she finds abhorrent.
Follow Cassandra as she discovers more about herself, her past, and the danger that is breathing right down her neck.
This approximately 5,300 word short story is the third installment of an ongoing series intended for mature readers. If you're not 18 years of age or older, please find something else to read.
“Take off your clothes. I wish to see what a Prophesied One’s cunt looks like.”
“I didn’t stutter and I don’t ask twice.”
Cassandra’s gaze shot around the room, gauging her chances for escape. The hulking men flanking Ulster wore the same flinty expressions as their Alpha and their bulging muscles strained the leather jackets they wore. Cassandra sensed a change in the air around them, something snapped and sparked in the room with faint charges of electricity.
A familiar heat began to coil in her belly and her heart rate fluttered with dismay. She lifted her nose and caught a coyly tantalizing smell beneath the rot and decay from the house. Cassandra closed her eyes and willed her hormones to relax.
Being surrounded by all this testosterone was revving up her internal clock. And if she could sense it, the other wolves could surely sense it as well. She took a faltering step back. “I don’t feel well,” she started, panic beginning to curl the edges of her thoughts.
They wanted to mate with her.
And the idea was beginning to appeal to her on some sick level.