Wolf Broken: A Reverse Harem Wolf Shifter Romance (Wolfish Book 2) Read online

  Wolf Broken

  Wolfish Book Two

  Eden Beck

  Wolf Broken by Eden Beck

  © 2020 Eden Beck

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Contents

  1. Sabrina

  2. Sabrina

  3. Marlowe

  4. Sabrina

  5. Sabrina

  6. Sabrina

  7. Sabrina

  8. Kaleb

  9. Sabrina

  10. Sabrina

  11. Rory

  12. Sabrina

  13. Sabrina

  14. Sabrina

  15. Sabrina

  16. Sabrina

  17. Sabrina

  18. Sabrina

  19. Sabrina

  20. Sabrina

  21. Sabrina

  22. Sabrina

  23. Sabrina

  24. Sabrina

  25. Sabrina

  26. Sabrina

  A Note From The Author

  Also by Eden Beck

  1

  Sabrina

  Washington is seriously starting to grow on me.

  I know that’s mostly due to the fact that Rory, Marlowe, and Kaleb are here … but this place itself is also finding its way under my skin and into my heart.

  Maybe it’s because autumn is starting and the way the leaves are changing into brilliant reds and oranges makes it look like the trees are on fire. Or maybe it’s the chilly feeling in the air, that place between hot and cold where it’s still just warm enough to run around outside without a heavy jacket, but also cool enough to snuggle up into Kaleb’s strong arms without the heat of his body becoming overwhelming. Whatever it is, I feel myself being lured to stay here forever.

  In fact, if it were up to me, I’d probably never, ever leave.

  But it isn’t up to me—a fact that I’m constantly reminded of.

  This thing between Rory, Marlowe, Kaleb and myself …

  It’s less of a relationship and more of an entanglement.

  My thoughts are interrupted as Marlowe flips me over onto my back atop the huge and heaping leaf pile that we’re all laying on. I can’t help but let out a squeal, which only serves to make the other two boys pile on top as fast as their considerably faster legs can carry them.

  Sometimes I do truly feel like we’re all a bunch of frolicking dogs, chasing our tails and wrestling with a carefree, yet primal intensity. Despite everything, the awkward unease that lingered around us before is gone.

  Now, when we’re together, either all four of us or just two of us at a time; there’s no barrier between us, no trying to restrain from having our bodies touch or our mouths meet.

  Well … almost no barriers.

  Rory barrels into Marlowe’s side to knock him off of me and climbs into his place instead. Most of the time, the banter between the boys is playful and even when it gets a bit rough, it’s still all in good spirits. Sometimes though, it can get a little heated—more like a rivalry than a brotherhood.

  Those moments don’t happen often though, and when they do, I’ve started learning how to calm each one of them down. Maybe it happens more often than I realize, because I may have gotten a little too good at it.

  With Kaleb, it’s best to step into the path of conflict before it starts. Literally. One arm wrapped around his neck and fingers twisted in his long hair as I pull his face toward mine … it takes only a minute before he forgets about whatever stupid thing he was going to do and kisses me instead.

  One touch, one moment with Kaleb, and all is right again with the world.

  For Marlowe, all it takes is softly spoken words and a look on my face that implies I’d be deeply hurt if he acted against his brothers. That alone always makes him back down. He’ll usually come stand by me instead and I’ll kiss the side of his collarbone, just near the scar that he still needs to tell me about, and he’ll forget all about being upset in the first place.

  Rory is a bit more difficult.

  He’s often conflicted between his allegiance to his younger brothers and his loyalty and desire for me. If a disagreement arises between the three of them, he’ll usually lash out with some sort of overly aggressive and controlling thing that makes Kaleb and Marlowe even more angry.

  Not to mention me.

  As quickly as that wick alights, it’s snuffed out with one look at me once he realizes he’s probably gone too far. Even though I always try to reach him before he takes off, he’s usually made it halfway into the woods before I can catch up.

  If he lets me.

  Each of them might be so different they might as well each be a different species, but there’s one thing we all share—myself included.

  A wildly insatiable passion. Even for me, the human, who should have no problem controlling my emotions since I’m not under the influence of any wolfish bonding spells, or whatever it is they claim draws them to me. Even I can’t seem to curb my want for them.

  It’s all we can do to keep ourselves from being entirely consumed.

  Having wrestled his way back into place above me, Rory presses his body down against mine, burying me down deeper into the thick pile of leaves. I can see the orange and gold around me through my peripheral vision, as if we’ve made a little nest within them.

  He puts his mouth on mine and my senses are overloaded. His tongue teases mine, taunting me until I feel myself sinking deeper toward the ground. I feel something else too. Between my heated thighs I can feel Rory’s hardening desire for me. The press of it makes my mind spiral out of control with the thought of what it would be like to make love to one of the boys.

  Careful now.

  But there’s no stopping it.

  After months of this, this … teasing … it’s only natural to want the real thing. The full thing.

  Rory, Marlowe, Kaleb are both men and wolves; and that thought alone is as frightening as it is exhilarating. As our feverish kissing escalates, I have no thought of Kaleb and Marlowe still sitting around us close enough to touch; and I can tell that Rory has no thought of them either.

  He presses against me again and I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist, letting me feel him against my body even more. As my arms hook under his shoulders and my hands move against his back, I can feel his chest heave against mine and his jaw tip up to try to kiss me even deeper.

  This here, right now, is utopia. And I am at its center.

  And just as quickly, Rory turns his head away from mine and pulls me out of it.

  “We have to stop,” he says through heady breaths, still not letting go of my body or moving from his position over me. “I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away.”

  I reach my hands up to turn his face toward me and when I do, I see his glowing yellow eyes look back at me. There’s a shadow of shame hanging over his face. The desire he’s fighting is clear behind his eyes, his body trembling against mine as though desperately losing a battle against his urge to have m
e right here, right now, in this crimson pile of leaves.

  I wonder if his wolf-shifter nature makes his impulses even more difficult to control, even more intense than what a human would feel. Even wondering about it, it’s hard to imagine any desire stronger than my own.

  I stare into his beautiful eyes and smile.

  “Never be ashamed to look at me with those eyes,” I say. “You know that I love you—all parts of you.”

  I love you.

  I feel myself freeze up.

  I’ve never said those words before. I’ve thought them a hundred times, a thousand times … but the moment they drop from my lips they’re made real.

  The insatiable look in Rory’s eyes flares as he leans forward to kiss me again, but before our lips touch, he’s knocked off by Kaleb. The movement sends him flying into the leaves with a boisterous, if a little annoyed, laugh.

  “You love me too, don’t you?” Kaleb asks as he crawls slowly over me into his place.

  I laugh. “You know that I do.”

  “Good,” he says as he shakes his hair out of his face. “I was beginning to get a bit jealous.” The grin that spreads across his face makes my entire body tingle. I reach up to grab him and pull him down on top of me.

  Kaleb’s kiss is deliciously different from Rory’s, they all are. Each of the boys has a touch, a scent, a taste.

  I feel his tongue wrap around mine as his hair falls against my cheek, and all at once I am lost again; lost in the protective, intoxicating embrace of Kaleb’s arms. He’s less restrained than the others, and he slowly moves with a swelling desire against my pelvis. Unlike Rory, he doesn’t immediately draw back.

  He feels my thighs shake against him and my breathlessness make me gasp for small gulps of air amid our kissing. In response, he moves against me stronger and kisses me harder, making me feel as though I am going to die if I can’t have him this very moment.

  If it wasn’t for Marlowe’s intervention, I know that Kaleb would have made love to me right now with a reckless abandon without care for anything else.

  But he does.

  Marlowe’s arm pulls Kaleb up enough to separate his face from mine. Kaleb’s eyes are glowing too, and with such a fervent yellow that they seem to radiate their own light.

  “Easy there,” Marlowe says as he keeps hold of Kaleb’s shoulder and pats him on the back. Kaleb leans up, leaving his body sitting against my hips with one of his legs straddling me on either side. I can still feel his body quaking in small tremors that run down into his thighs. He takes a few deep breaths as he tries to calm his heaving chest. When he seems to be a bit more in control, Marlowe finally lets go of his shoulder.

  “As much as I want to hate you,” I say, my breaths coming shallow and quick as I reach up to rest one hand on Marlowe’s chest, “You should know I love you too.”

  He grins down at me. “I know, don’t worry. I’ve known for a long time.”

  Kaleb reaches down to pull me up so that I am sitting against him and kisses me softly on the top of my nose, his burning yellow eyes still staring into mine.

  “That was fun,” he says, smiling.

  I lean forward to kiss him, but he presses his lips to the side of my face to whisper in my ear instead.

  “You know,” he says, his hot breath making my skin alight, “one of these days … very soon, I’m going to actually make love to you. I’m going to push us so far that the both of us lose control.”

  I feel my heart leap in my chest, and I’m too lost to speak.

  Kaleb chuckles. “I felt that,” he says.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I felt your heart skip.”

  Kaleb stands up and the separation of our bodies feels like absolute torture as I stay sitting on the ground. Marlowe shifts to sit beside me, his heat replacing Kaleb’s.

  “How do you manage to keep up with all of us?” Marlowe teases as he laces his fingers between mine and gently kisses the side of my neck, sending more tingles down my spine.

  I lean into him and turn my head so that his kisses fall against my mouth now instead of my neck. His tongue against mine feels smooth and warm and I can’t stop myself from urging my body closer to his lap. Once I am sitting straddled over him, he wraps his arms behind my back and pulls me into his chest. I feel him start to rise beneath me as I rock my hips and feel the sense of relentless pleasure claw at me again.

  “You know,” I whisper between our mouths. “Once one of you turns me into a wolf-shifter too, we can all truly be together. Not just like this, but in every way.”

  And just like that, the last of the spell is broken.

  Marlowe pulls his head back just enough to look me squarely in the eyes.

  “Sabrina,” his voice is soft and gentle. “You know we can’t turn you.”

  A sudden rush of fear, anger, and embarrassment sweeps over me. I climb off his lap and sit in front of him, my muscles tense and my spine stiff. Kaleb and Rory sit down on either side of me at once, all the playfulness gone from their posture.

  This is the wedge between us, the ever-present shadow. I should just shove these dark thoughts, these concerns, into the background and ignore them. But I can’t do that.

  “You promised,” I say, struggling to keep my voice from sounding like a whine. “How can we all be together if I stay a frail and mortal human that’s going to age and get sick and die, while you guys outlive me by lifetimes? You need to turn me.”

  My eyes plead with each one of them in turn, and although the boys look like they desperately want to lie and tell me something’s changed since the last time I asked, none of them do.

  “It’s just not something we can do,” Rory says, as the other two boys eagerly let him be the one to deliver the blow. “You know that.”

  And that’s when I start to feel myself falling again, into an encompassing black pit that gnaws at my heart. No matter how many times they tell me this, I refuse to believe it.

  I have to convince them to turn me. It’s the only option.

  I won’t give up until they do. I can’t.

  They came into my life and changed everything. I can’t imagine a life without them anymore.

  2

  Sabrina

  The next day when I leave the cabin to go see the boys, my mother tries to call out something behind me about not missing any more school or something … but I just ignore her.

  I honestly don’t care enough about her opinion since the incident with my father to turn around and respond to her. Instead, I just keep walking.

  It doesn’t matter that no one has seen or heard from him following the incident of my near abduction. I’m quite certain the boys didn’t kill him, not that I’d blame them if they did.

  I can’t trust my mother anymore.

  And she knows it.

  It’s not easy to focus on school when the whole thing seems pointless now. Sure, I’ve missed more school than is wise over the last six months, but it’s nothing compared to what I missed when we were on the run.

  On the run. That seems like a whole lifetime ago now.

  It’s hard to think that was barely half a year ago.

  As much as I’ve missed, apparently the boys have missed even more. They were supposed to graduate in the spring, but it got pushed off until this winter. I’m sure it didn’t help that Rory and I never did finish that lycanthrope project.

  Such a shame. With all the books up at the house, we could have put something spectacular together … if a bit telling.

  With their graduation coming up in just a few months now, it’s easy to forget what comes after—Kaleb’s ceremony marking his joining the shifter alliance. I still haven’t been invited, something I hope I can chalk up to the boy’s scattered thoughts with all their preparations, but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up.

  Just like I haven’t given up on the possibility of them turning me. Not when it’s the only possibility that leads to us actually staying together the way they’ve promised.


  The way I want.

  If only turning a human was as simple as being bitten by a shifter, or werewolf, or whatever. But those parts of the old myths are just that—myths. Otherwise, my being turned wouldn’t be a question. It would have already happened, thanks to the shifter that tried to kill me just a few months ago.

  I don’t make it all the way up to the house before I hear the sound of Kaleb’s bark-like laugh carrying through the trees from the direction of the old barn. When I push the door open, I see the three of them rolling around in the hay, practically bursting at the seams with laughter.

  I can’t stop myself from smiling as I walk in to see what all the commotion is about.

  As soon as they spot me in the door, Kaleb leaps up to grab me before I can even say anything. He pulls me down onto the piles of hay with them.

  “What are you guys all laughing about?” I ask once I’m able to catch my breath.

  Marlowe holds up a handful of Polaroid photos while I lay on my back against Kaleb’s shoulder. I take a few of them in my hands and look over them.

  There’s a photo of Lydia looking surprisingly carefree at the edge of a clifftop. Romulus actually smiling. Pictures of the boys standing against a tree-lined backdrop.

  A slight pang settles in my stomach when I realize when these must have been taken. They’re from the trip the boys took early in the summer, somewhere I once again wasn’t allowed to follow.

  I’m not able to stay sour for long, however. At the back of the stack are several photos of Marlowe showing off varying stages of his bare backside that I manage to get a peek at before Kaleb quickly snatches them away.