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(The Breeding Prophecy 3)

By Alexx Andria

Copyright 2012 by Alexx Andria

*This naughty bit of a story is intended for mature readers only. If you’re not 18 years or older, find something else to read.

The following short story of approx. 5,300 words is an original work of fiction.

Cassandra landed on the thin carpet floor with an ass-bruising thud that felt as if it’d jarred her teeth from her jaw as the rangy bunch of men circled around her, their noses twitching with barely restrained excitement, and she swallowed a thick lump of fear. They looked hungry, their canines too long in their mouths, as if they’d only partially returned to their human form after their last transformation and their snouts were elongated. Cassandra tried not to recoil in fear but her skin crawled at the lecherous gleam in their amber eyes. It was no secret what they wanted to do to her. Her mind was spinning with everything that had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. And to think, last week she’d been worried about how to pay her credit card bill. Now, that seemed a ridiculous worry when faced with being some supreme breeder who rival werewolf clans were willing to kill to possess.

“She doesn’t smell like a Breeder,” one whined, eyeing her with distaste. “All I smell is that blood sucker’s seed on her. It stinks and makes me what to puke. Are you sure she’s the One?”

“Yes,” the scarred one said with a dark scowl as he motioned to a cluster of women. “Arja, take her and wash that filth from her body. I want her to be clean when I fuck her.”

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