WereWood 2: WereWood Chronicles, #2

By Ada O'Flaherty

Running for her life, Anya must out distance the wolves that would kill her before her new mate, Conall, can reach her. On her second of three breeding nights, she is already pregnant with Conall’s baby, a fact which fills her with both fear and uncertainty but which does nothing to protect her from his pack members who want her dead. But her breeding’s not done. She must take more of Conall’s seed inside of her to ensure the health of the tiny life now growing in her belly yet her acceptance of him could cost her family everything.

8,608 Word.       

WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual situations and is intended for audiences 18+ years of age.  It contains: m/f, breeding, a graphic fight for life and werewolves.

WereWood 2 scheduled for release August 18th, 2014.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ada O'Flaherty
• Release date: Aug 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501408434

Book preview

WereWood 2

by

Ada O’Flaherty

Resting her chin atop her knees, Anya sat in the steaming waters of her family’s oversized tub, her arms wrapped around her legs, holding them tight to her chest. Her mother knelt beside the tub, her face pinched in thought as she washed the long, bare curve of her daughter’s back with a handmade crochet washcloth expertly crafted with her own hands.

I’m sorry, Mama. Anya turned her face to rest her cheek upon her knee, watching the quiet woman work through her thoughts, the warring strength of them evident in how hard she scrubbed Anya’s back. Mama?

Letting the still-held washcloth drop into the tub’s hot water, the older woman seemed to shrink as her shoulders drooped on a heavy sigh, letting her head hang as if in defeat. Then, lifting her face to her daughter’s concerned stare, she managed a smile. You did everything you could, darlin’. You did everything you could. She sighed heavily again, closing her eyes a moment before forcing them back open to face the day rather than hide from it. Tell me about Conall.

Do you know him, Mama? She remembered how her mother had run at Conall, how the large man had gathered her into his arms and walked off into the woods with her.

Aye, I do….I did. Her mother’s gaze took on a distant quality as if looking back through time.

Is he…was he…was he Miranda’s father?

Anya’s mother’s eyes went wide. Oh, no! No…. No, darlin’. She went silent and Anya almost spoke but was quieted when she saw her mother take a deep breath in preparation of saying something more.

Anya, I was pregnant when I went into the woods.

Anya’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open yet she forgot to speak.

With Miranda, her mother said.

You went to the breeding pregnant? Anya whispered, struggling to make sense of her new found knowledge.

Conall found me, she said, her eyes falling away from Anya’s.

Anya’s heart began to pound in her chest as she felt herself break out in a sweat. Did…did…the two of you?

No! her mother exclaimed, her eyes snapping up to meet her daughter’s. "No…. Conall found me and hid me. We were discovered on the second day by another were… her eyes fell away again, and Conall killed it to protect my secret. She seemed to shrink in on herself again before releasing a sob. It’s been all my fault. All these years."

Mama, what did he tell you?

The older woman’s crying quieted and she lifted her head, squaring her shoulders. They killed my babies. They killed Miranda and Jacinta and Trisha. They killed them. Her voice had fallen to a whisper, tears streaming down her face. They killed Miranda’s father—he didn’t run off. It was them. And Jacinta, Trisha and Jonathan’s father too.

Anya could picture it though she hadn’t seen it. Not having been born yet, she’d only heard the stories. The father of three of her sibling’s had been found strung up at the wood’s edge—disemboweled. As pretty as Aella was, none of the village men had wanted her after that. They’d said she was cursed. As for Anya’s daddy, it had been a man that had come and gone