THE AWAKENING

Chapter-12-

The rough growl sounding in her head shocked her when she realized it was Ulster’s single-minded thought bleeding over into her own.

Suddenly, they were linked in more than just their bodies. She caught glimpses of the world Ulster wanted to create with the power of the Prophecy and she gasped in shock at the horror he had in store for the humans.

But just as quickly as they’d joined, they were pushed apart and Cassandra was sent hurtling back to her own consciousness with a sickening lurch just in time to feel Ulster flood her womb with his poisoned seed.

She howled as he pumped deeply into her, depositing load after load inside her until she could feel it dripping from her core to the frozen ground beneath her.

She shuddered, unable to fight her body’s need for sex during the Phase.

Pleasure knifed through her as her womb contracted, sucking up all that rich thick cream inside her, drawing it past her cervix and into the safe haven of her womb.

Waves of pleasure made her whine and yip and a distant part of herself — the human part — cried in shame at her own depravity.

Ulster backed off, releasing her nape and disengaging his cock from her soaking wet core. He howled to the moon, the sound haunting and strangely possessive, as she struggled to her feet.

Slowly, she regained control of her thoughts and feelings, even as her body continued to rock with subtle pleasurable waves from their coupling.

Oh God, what have I done?

The night called to her, soothing her ragged nerves with the promise of relief. She had to get away from this place of subjugation and horror. She had to find a way to prevent Ulster from ruining this world.

He took a menacing stance, sensing her intentions.

She bared her teeth in answer.

Get the fuck out of my way.

The Phase, appeased by the seed in her body, had loosened the grip on her true personality and her suppressed revulsion had returned with a vengeance. He stalked her and she backed away, baring her teeth as she envisioned ripping out his throat.

He was bigger than she, but not faster if she truly wanted to get away. He’d only caught her before because the Phase had taken control of her body. Not anymore.

She growled and then sprang into a full-fledged run across the glen. Her feet ate up ground as she cleared large fallen trees as if they were small shrubs and her heart thrilled at the power in her muscles. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She could hear Ulster behind her, his heavy body pounding the ground but quickly falling behind. It was as if she had wings on her paws. She flew through the air, her lungs singing from the frigid air, yet the moonlight invigorated her with power and speed.

She needed to find Jandin and Koris. They would know what to do; how to help her. At least, she hoped they would. There was so little she understood about her nature that she didn’t know the rules of this new world.

Cassandra knew nothing about the history between the warring packs and her ignorance felt like a dangerous handicap.

Even as her feet continued to carry her across field and glen, the sharp night air filling her lungs with sweet power, she couldn’t escape the memory of what’d happened with Ulster.

She was in a state of shock, more so than anything that’d happened with the others. Even with Cristophe, the pairing had been wondrous, even if she’d been confused. With Ulster…she suffered a shudder that nearly threw off her gait. Good God, she wanted to vomit.

What had she done? The accusatory tone in her head showed no mercy. Damn the Phase for making her do something so loathsome as to let Ulster touch her, much less be inside her.

She’d never felt so shameful in all her life. Of all her sexual Phasing, Ulster was the most horrid.

Was this to be her life from now on? Indiscriminately screwing whatever or whoever was handy when she was locked in her Phase? To think she’d always prided herself in her sexual control, impervious to college peer pressure, and disdainful of soulless hook-ups.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Now she was a wolf-slut with a ravenous appetite for any hard cock that’ll have her. If she wasn’t in wolf form, she’d hide her face in shame.

Fuck the Prophecy for ruining her life.

And what happens if she gets to Koris and Jandin and they can’t help her because she’d mated with Ulster? As much as the warring packs hated each other, what if she’d just screwed her way out of salvation?

Excuses didn’t seem to carry much weight with the wolves. She could only hope that the pack would help, even if they hated her for mating with the enemy.

She sent a mournful cry to the moon and followed her nose.