Forever Broken Read online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
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“Who are you? Let me go!” He tried to yank away from the unfamiliar male but the made vampire’s grip only tightened.

“I’m the tracker your daddy sent to find you. And believe me, you boys gave me plenty to watch.” He nodded at Paul and grinned, revealing blackened stumps where his teeth should have been as well as two yellowish curving fangs.

“Get off him, you fucker!” Paul threw a punch that landed right on the huge tracker’s jaw. The made vampire staggered but shook it off. He grinned.

“Nice try, wolf boy, but I don’t think so. See, I don’t get my money ’less this boy’s daddy has him safe and sound at home in time for his little ceremony. So I aim to deliver.” “Deliver this, cabron.” Paul swung again but this time his fist was caught in midair by someone else.

“C’mon, Skulls—time to go home.” It was Chulo with his arms locked around Paul’s waist. Paul tried to twist around and punch him but suddenly the pack surged forward, surrounding him and the other wolf. Apparently Laurent’s father had been successful in convincing them not to fight.

“Paul, no!” Laurent tried to reach him but suddenly his father was holding his other arm. And then someone slipped something so cold it burned around his wrists—silver restraints. Laurent began to feel weaker at once.

“Let him go, Laurent,” his father growled. “We have no time for this now—the ceremony is due to begin soon and the council still has to approve you. Not that they’ll want to if they catch wind of tonight’s little episode.” He shook Laurent roughly. “What the hell were you thinking, running off with a were? If word of this gets out we’re ruined.”

His father went on and on, his voice getting angrier and angrier, but Laurent barely heard him. All he could see was the snarling wolf pack dragging Paul off, away from him. And all he could feel was his lover’s fear and anguish as they were parted.

He tried again to get loose and go after Paul but the hands holding his arms were too strong and the silver made him weak. He was trapped—they both were. Trapped and separated and Laurent didn’t know when or if he would see his Coeur de Sang again.

Chapter Fifteen

“What the fuck was that?” Chulo demanded as they dragged Paul out of the trunk of Angel’s tricked-out lowrider. They’d stuffed him in there after tying his hands behind his back with silver-laced duct tape that Angel had gotten from his uncle. The tape was expensive and specially made for restraining pack members who were in disgrace. Bound in the dark and weakened by silver, it hadn’t exactly been the best ride of Paul’s life.

“What the fuck was what?” Angel looked pissed but Chulo was too dumb to know when to shut his mouth.

“You know what. We were gonna fuck those muertos up and then you just stopped when that tall one said to. He was all ‘these aren’t the droids you’re looking for’ and you folded like a house of cards. What’s the deal?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Angel snapped. “We came to get Skulls and we got him—that’s all that matters.” He shook Paul’s arm for emphasis and dragged him roughly up the sagging front steps of the pack’s bungalow.

Paul would have said something but there was duct tape on his mouth too. He thought about trying to chew through it but the silver filaments would have made him even sicker and weaker than he already was. Trouble…he was in so much fucking trouble. The pack wanted blood and Angel would be more than willing to give it to them. The packleader had been humiliated in front of everyone when he gave in to the vampire’s mind games. And he would see that as all Paul’s fault.

Paul? Paul, are you well? Laurent’s voice through their link was faint and hard to hear. Paul wasn’t sure if that was because of the distance between them or the silver he was bound with. He could tell, though, that Laurent was completely focused on him— all the way tuned in. Which was probably not a good thing considering what Nana had said about them feeling each other’s pain. And if he died… No. Not gonna happen. Paul pushed the thought away. Angel wouldn’t do that no matter how pissed he was—they had too much history together.

I’m good, he sent, trying to sound stronger than he felt. Uh, look, Laurent, maybe you better tune me out for a while.

And leave you alone, bound and gagged? No! I would come to you now if I could but my father has me bound with silver restraints. I will find a way to get to you though—I must!

You worry about your situation and I’ll worry about mine, babe, Paul sent.


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