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to wash away her shame and
confusion. Her insides ached from the pounding her channel had
taken from three different men in as many hours, but her internal
heat had subsided and for that she was inordinately grateful.
    Cristophe surprised her when he joined her.
She glanced at him shyly, not sure what happened next. “Am I still
going to die?” she asked. “I’ve phased three times. What now?”
    Cristophe looked stricken, as if baffled by
what had just happened between them, and he said, “That never
should’ve happened. A vampire has never been affected by a Breeding
female werewolfs phasing. But I couldn’t stop myself. Your agony
was my own. I had to fuck you. This is madness.”
    Okay…but angst aside, that didn’t answer her
question. “Am I still going to die?” she asked again.
    “No, you’ve phased completely for this cycle.
But you will come into your Breeding time again. It will start all
over again.”
    She frowned unhappily. “How am I supposed to
live a normal life if I’m consumed with sex with every cycle?”
    “You cannot live a normal life. You are not
normal.”
    “Stop saying that. Up until yesterday I was
very normal, almost boring,” she said with fresh irritation. “I
want to go back to that.” He sighed and remained silent, obviously
wrestling with his own issues. She glanced at him surreptitiously.
“So, if vampires are immune to Breeding females…why were you
affected by me?”
    He scowled. “I don’t know. But I intend to
find out. Come, we must leave this place. I need to find answers
and I’m not going to find them here.”
    He left the pool and Cassandra reluctantly
followed. She rather liked that natural spring-fed pool. She felt
invigorated and alive, which was in direct contrast to the reality
that she was in real danger.
    Cristophe handed her fresh clothes, more
appropriate to the weather conditions, and then after they’d
dressed and doused the fire, he clasped her hand and pulled her
through the treacherous maze of the cavern.
    They popped out of the mouth of the cavern
and suddenly, Cristophe was jerked off his feet and flung several
feet until he was pinned against the cavern wall, the shaft of a
wooden arrow quivering from his punctured shoulder.
    “Vampires…such a pain in the ass. I’ll be
happy to be rid of them.”
    Cassandra shrieked as she was grabbed by two
sets of rough hands. A man with a deeply scarred face came into
view. He was definitely a werewolf, she could sense it. He smiled
into her face, knuckling her cheek with interest as he gazed openly
at her, as if assessing her worth. He sniffed at her neck and drew
away with a curl of his lip. He shot a dark look at Cristophe who
was helpless to move with the wood in his shoulder. “Your scent is
all over her. Why?” He appeared puzzled by the mystery but soon
moved on. “No matter. She will cycle again…soon. And I plan to
plant my seed in her belly.” He gripped her chin harshly. “You will
whelp my son — and my son will rule the world.”
    “I will kill you, wolf,” Cristophe snarled.
“If you take her, you will have a price on your head. Every
vampire, and your rival clan, will make it their mission to stop
you from breeding. The prophecy must not come to fruition!”
    “Be silent bloodsucker. Your days of
subjugating my kind are over.” He motioned to the men gripping her
tightly. “Bring the Breeder. I wish to sample her quivering little
cunt before her cycle begins.”
    Cassandra cast a helpless glance at Cristophe
but there was little he could do to stop the wolves from Lichek’s
clan from carting her off.
    Her only hope remained with Jandin and Koris
finding her before it was too late…
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    Follow the next installment of Alexx Andria’s
exciting new erotic paranormal series as Cassandra finds herself at
the mercy of a wicked and evil werewolf clan determined to breed
her for their own world domination.
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