Free The Destined (erotic paranormal) (The Breeding Prophecy) by Alexx Andria Page A

as the bone threatened to crack but within seconds Cassandra sent the beast to join his brethren, writhing in agony as she shredded his mind with the power of her thoughts. She heard a pained snarl and she whirled around, afraid for Tieran but she skidded to a halt when she realized Tieran had things well in hand —   or well in teeth —   as Tieran tore into Ulster, the sound of breaking bones like music to her ears. Ulster deserved every moment of pain he received. She remembered the poor, abused women stuck in Clan Janus and she k>
    The battle raged around them as bloody spittle and fur flew but Cassandra bristled with dangerous energy, daring anyone to take their chances. She fairly pulsed with raw power, her babies squirming in her belly, their soft kicks and pummels inside her womb felt as if they were trying to aid in the fight from the safety of their birthing sacs. Cassandra watched with grim satisfaction as Ulster gasped, his paws jerking as his lifeblood poured from Tieran’s mouth to stain the forest floor. She felt no remorse, no guilt. The old Cassandra — Cassi as she’d been known to her friends and adoptive family —   would’ve recoiled at the violence, been horrified by the carnage. Cassandra felt nothing in common with the person she’d been. In fact, it seemed light years since she’d been that soft, sheltered, nerdy girl who’d been more focused on getting good grades than engaging in life. Now, she was life.
    Cassandra padded over to Tieran and peered into Ulster’s eyes, catching his dying gaze. You lose. I will raise both babies as equals and they will never know about you. She pushed the thought into Ulster’s dying brain and took great pleasure in watching the light die out in his eyes. Tieran released Ulster from his powerful jaws and Ulster’s body crumpled to the ground with a soft thump. Dead.
    Tieran and Cassandra surveyed the scene, growling in warning to anyone from Ulster’s clan that if they dared challenge either, they would die like their Alpha, gurgling in the ongoing series.
    A scattering of yips and howls filtered through the moonlight as the battered remnants of Ulster’s clan melted into the f orest, running for their lives.
    Within minutes all that remained were the dead, injured, or exhausted Clan Barrachius. Victory was bittersweet.
    Tieran padded over to a fallen wolf and nudged the large body with his muzzle. A whine of sadness followed. Cassandra felt Tieran’s pain as he checked the bodies littering the forest floor. Blood stained the pine needle carpet and filled the air with the scent of death.
    With an anguished howl, Tieran changed from beast to man until he stood before the scene smeared in blood, both his own and others, and Cassandra followed suit.
    “How many?” she asked quietly.
    “Ten,” he answered, looking to the large wolves licking their wounds. “We must get them back to the compound or else that number will increase.”
    “Are they able to run?”
    “Doubtful and it is too far to walk in our human form.” Tieran’s grim expression told of his worry for his clan mates. He would not leave them behind. Cassandra could see his dilemma and knew what she had to do.
    “I will go get help.”
    “No, I will not chance that one of Ulster’s band will wait for this exact opportunity to retaliate for their fallen Alpha. I will send someone else.”
    “Who?” Cassandra asked, exasperated by Tieran’s stubbornness. “Besides, it’s my fault that they are injured in the first place. Let me do this. I want to help.”
    “I will not risk your safety,” Tieran disagreed, dismissing her as he walked away to discuss the situation with one of his clan mates who wasn’t as badly injured as the others. Cassandra’s temper spiked at being relegated to the helpless female role when she was clearly the exact opposite. Cassandra growled low in her throat and Tieran’s head whipped around in surprise at her open defiance.
    “For your own safety, I