The Seven Clans Book 2
An Omegaverse Romance
When he found her she didn't know herself.
He claimed her as his own.
Then he helped her remember.
Segrun found Caris by her heat.
Alone in the forest with barely a single memory of who she was or where she'd come from. One thing she
knew was that her need for him was irresistible.
But as the pieces of her old life fall back into place will she let him help remake her?
Book 2 in The Seven Clans series, this is a steamy mf omegaverse novella of approximately 20,000 words.
Book 3 scheduled for release early March 2019.
She woke to her body twisting, toes curled,
fingers turned to claws digging in the dirt. At
first there was nothing. No sense of who she was,
or where. Her eyes opened to find thick forest
drawn around her.
Dead of night. Silence, save for the occasional
gust of wind. And pain. Excruciating pain. It’s
source an imprecise spot between her legs. It
radiated through her, touching every last nerve,
it seemed, and making a moan well from her throat
into the moonless sky.
The sound tripped a switch inside her mind. As her
hips rose up into the air, cheek scraping across
the earth, it was as if a curtain were being drawn
back to reveal a name.
I am Caris.
Just enough time to formulate the two thoughts
before another pang tightened her insides and made
her moan again. It was a dull thing and heavy.
Weighing her down like a stone, it seemed, but
forcing her to fight it too. To keep her muscles
flexed and hips swaying through the air.
When it passed she felt like she could breathe
again. She used the seconds, maybe twenty, maybe
thirty, to cast a lure into the murky waters of
her mind, trying to fish out another memory.
Caris. Caris. Caris.
Repeating it felt good. “Caris,” she whispered.
The sound of her own voice sent a chill trembling
down her back. She relaxed her waist. Just as her
hip had nearly settled on the dirt, it came again.
She winced as it swelled inside her, forcing her
body off the ground. This time she noticed
something else. The smell and the drip, drip,
drip of sticky wetness from her sex. It was a
filthy feeling. Animal, almost. But it demanded
her attention and defied any effort at ignoring
It made her crave and hunger, made her
need something more desperately than
she’d ever needed anything before. Lifting
trembling fingers, she pressed them against the
fabric between her legs and rubbed herself.