Forever Broken

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An Excerpt From: FOREVER BROKEN

Copyright ? EVANGELINE ANDERSON, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's
Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter
One

It was
a night like any other in South Florida?muggy, damp, just beginning
to be really hot?and the Lunas Locas pack was going vamp bashing. The moon was
nearly full and the wolves were assembling around the Biscayne Boulevard
edge of Bicentennial Park. You couldn?t really get out of the city?the
urban sprawl of Miami stretched on and on until you hit the Gulf or the
Everglades. But there were a few open places a pack could run under the moon
and this was one of them.

Paul Kraskowski, aka Krackskullsi, aka Skulls to the rest of the wolves,
sighed and shrugged out of his damp T-shirt, revealing the pack tats he?d
had inked back when he?d been jumped-in on his fifteenth birthday. A wolf
howling at a crazy-faced moon decorated his muscular left shoulder and a
blazing sun pierced by a stake covered most of his right pec. The tats sent a clear message to anyone who knew
how to read them but by the time they did it was usually too late. He
sighed irritably as he dropped the shirt carelessly on the seat of his
custom-built motorcycle. He was already in a shit mood and the fucking
humidity wasn?t helping one goddamn bit.

?What the fuck?? he snarled as someone covered his eyes
from behind. The fingers were small and cold and the scent on them was
bitter lime. ?Hands off, Mercedes,? he snapped, impatiently turning to face
her. ?What do you want, anyway??

She pouted prettily, tossing her long black hair over
one slim shoulder. ?Don?t be such a fucking killjoy, Skulls. Angel sent
me?he said to tell you you?re leading the pack tonight.?

?What? Why?? Angel Chavez was packleader
by blood and birth?he could trace his heritage all the way back to Cuba,
which was something Paul, with his purely Polish ancestry by way of
Chicago, couldn?t claim. He would never be packleader
himself but he was second in command and closer to Angel than anyone else.

?Like I fucking know.? Mercedes shrugged. ?He?s
busy?family business. Not that you?d know anything about that.?

He?d taken enough shit for being the only blond-haired,
blue-eyed non-Cubano in the Locas often enough for that
not to bother him. But he didn?t like the fact that Angel was sending
Mercedes to tell him the plan for the night had changed instead of telling
Paul himself. He gave the girl a hard look. ?So why?s he sending a little wanna-be like you to tell me his business, huh??

She flushed. ?I?m not a wanna-be now. I was sexed-in two months ago,
remember??

?Like I could forget.? As one of the pack?s veteranos he?d had to take part. He?d
made it as fast as he could but he couldn?t make himself finish inside her.
What if she?d gotten pregnant? He didn?t want any kid of his to have
Mercedes for a mother.

?Well, I haven?t forgotten.? She reached between his
legs and palmed his cock through the baggy jeans he wore. ?What happened
that night, anyway?you didn?t want to share me? Tonight you can have me all
to yourself. You can even take me in wolf form if you want?I like to fur
fuck under the full moon.?

Paul pushed her hand away, repulsed. ?No thanks. I?ll
take a fucking pass on that one.?

?What?s the matter with you, anyway, you don?t like
girls?? Her delicate features were a mask of fury.

?No, I just don?t like pinche
putas.?

?Cabron!? She
spat on the ground, obviously pissed that he?d refused her again. Leaving
his cum on her belly instead of inside her cunt was the ultimate sign of
disrespect. It had damaged her status in the pack right from the start and
Mercedes wasn?t likely to forgive him for it anytime soon?especially since
he kept resisting her advances. Not that he cared.

?Fuck off.? He didn?t bother to keep the contempt out of
his voice. There were other human girls who ran with the pack?it was a
necessity since the were gene was hardly ever dominant in females. But none
of them annoyed him as much as Mercedes who was constantly trying to sleep
her way to the top. Paul wasn?t willing to be another rung in her ladder,
even if he?d wanted her?which he fucking well didn?t.

Mercedes stuck a finger in his face. ?You better grow
some fucking manners soon, Skulls. Look at my eyes?they?re green?witch
green. I?m a bruja, you know. You mess
with me I?ll make your pinga fall off.?

?Yeah, right. I?m shaking in my shoes.? He turned to go
but she grabbed his arm.

?I know why you don?t want me?it?s the same reason you
don?t want any girl. You?re a maricon.?

Paul looked down at her hand on his arm and then back to
her face. ?Get your fucking hand off me if you don?t want to lose it.?

?Yeah, right, I?m so scared.?

Paul growled deep in his throat, letting his eyes go
from dark blue to wolf gold to add to the threat.

?You wouldn?t. You don?t hurt girls.? But the look in
her poison-green eyes was uneasy and she finally removed her hand.

I don?t fuck them either. Of course, that wasn?t because
he didn?t like females. He was just?picky. Very damn picky. ?Run find Chulo to play with,? he told her. ?I hear he doesn?t
mind fucking you. Must have lower standards than me.? Chulo
Chavez was under him in the pack structure?a beta who wanted to be alpha
but couldn?t quite manage it. Still, he was Angel?s first cousin, which
made his status higher than it would have been otherwise.

Mercedes made an angry hissing noise almost like a cat.
?Go ask Angel yourself why you?re leading the pack tonight. While you?re at
it, ask him why he let a fucking faggot into the Locas
in the first place.?

He should have slapped her for such an insult but she
was right?he didn?t hit females no matter how much they deserved it. His
stepmother, Lucia, had raised him with too much respect. ?Go fuck yourself,
Mercedes. Or have Chulo do it, if he?s not afraid
you?ll chew off his pinga with your
fucking pussy.?

Her eyes glowed in the moonlight. ?Chinga
tu madre, puto!?

?Yeah, I?d rather fuck my mom than you.? Paul gave her a
snarl of disgust and some of the other wolves who had wandered over
laughed. Mercedes looked like she was about to say something else but Paul
had had enough of her shit for one night. He went looking for Angel
himself.

After ten minutes of searching he found the leader of
the Locas taking a piss
against a palm tree. ?Yo, mi hermano.? He clapped the other man on the back.
Angel?s arms and chest bulged with muscle just like Paul?s but his skin was
much darker, making it harder to see the pack tats.

?Paul the Skull.? Angel took his time shaking off before
tucking his uncut cock back into the baggy denim shorts he wore. If he
noticed Paul?s eyes lingering on his crotch, he didn?t show it. When he
finished he turned to bump chests and gave Paul a one-armed hug.

?What?s doing? That little bitch Mercedes came and told
me you want me to take point tonight.?

?Yeah, sorry about that.? Angel shrugged apologetically.
Keeping one arm around Paul?s shoulders, he dug in his pocket and pulled
out a joint. ?Want some??

?Sure.? Paul let himself lean into the one-armed embrace
just a little. Angel?s skin was warm against his side and he smelled of
smoke and clean sweat. ?So what are you doing that?s so fucking important
you can?t run with the pack??

The packleader stuck the joint
between his lips and flipped open a heavy gold lighter. He fired it up and
took a long drag before answering. ?Family business?you know. My uncle
Rafael is in town and wants to do a sit-down with me and my dad. So I have
to run with the old farts tonight.? He made a face, the sweet-smelling
smoke curling from his nostrils.

?Bad luck, man. You sure you don?t want me there to get
your back? Could be trouble.? Angel?s uncle was the most powerful wolf in
Cuba, which meant he trumped any were in South Florida status-wise as well.

?Nah, no trouble. Just the older generation trying to
keep us crazy young lobos in line. But thanks anyway, man.? Angel
gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze and offered him the joint.

?As long as you?re sure.? Paul took a drag, feeling the
warmth of the drug creep over him. Regular cannabis didn?t do much for weres but Angel had a supplier who had crossed it with
some other plants to make a much stronger smoke. The hybrid would have been
lethal to humans but it only gave wolves a pleasant buzz.

?Hey.? Angel looked at him seriously. ?You know I?d tell
you if there was trouble in the wind. How long have we been together, huh??

Paul grinned. ?Since fifth grade when Jimmy Rodriguez
tried to take you down in gym class and I helped you kick his ass.?

Fifth grade had been the year when his father had
decided his motorcycle business, the Chop Shop, would do better in Miami
than Chicago. He?d moved them right into the middle of Little Havana where
even the street signs were in Spanish and it had been sink or swim for
Paul.

Back then he?d just been plain old Paul Kraskowski and he?d been drowning before he met
Angel?before he helped him win the fight against the class bully. After
that, Angel had taken him under his wing, taught him Spanish, helped him adjust. When they both came of age, he?d even
wanted to sponsor Paul into the Locas. The
other wolves wouldn?t stand for that though?not with Paul?s lack of
Hispanic heritage. He?d been jumped-in instead?six of the toughest wolves
beating the shit out of him until he was bloody and bruised and it had been
worth it. Every cracked rib and black eye?he would have done it all again
if he had to. For the Locas. For
Angel.

?Since fifth grade and you still got my back.? Angel
grinned down at him. He was six foot to Paul?s five-nine but Paul didn?t
mind the height difference. He was used to being on the short side and
having people underestimate him because of it. They were always sorry after
they made that mistake, but of course by then it was too late.

?Always got your back, hermano.?
He nudged the other man affectionately, meeting Angel?s eyes in the
moonlight. They were as black as his hair and hard to read but right now
they looked calm and relaxed, at least to Paul.

?Lean back against the tree.? Angel nodded to a palm
opposite the one he?d been pissing on. ?I?ll give you blow-backs.?

?Sure.? Heart thumping, Paul did as his best friend and packleader ordered. The spines of the palm tree dug
into his bare back but he didn?t care. What mattered to him was the look in
Angel?s eyes as he took a long drag on the joint, holding the sweet smoke
deep in his lungs. Then he leaned forward, his mouth hovering over Paul?s,
and exhaled.

Paul breathed in hungrily, inhaling the smoke-laced
breath with his eyes closed tight. He could feel Angel?s lips so close to
his, just a hairsbreadth away. The heat of the other man?s chest, the scent
of his skin, even the beat of his heart all flooded Paul?s senses.
Unbidden, an image came to his mind. A picture of himself leaning forward
just a little to close the distance between them. A fraction of an
inch?that was all it would take to seal their mouths together. He wondered
if Angel would taste as good as he smelled.

He wondered if the other man would kill him right away
or let the rest of the pack in on the action.

Stop thinking like that. He tried to stamp on the
emotions hard, to keep his feelings in check. It was wrong, feeling that
way about another guy. Very fucking wrong. So why couldn?t he seem to stop?

After what seemed like an eternity Angel drew back a few
inches. ?Hey.?

Paul opened his eyes to see his friend studying him
intently. ?Yeah??

?Just checking to see if you?re still with me. Your eyes
get this glazed look sometimes, like you?re all far away and shit.? Angel
traced a line under Paul?s right eye with his thumb as if to illustrate his
point.

?Yeah, well?? Paul tried not to shiver under the light
touch. God, Angel was always doing this kind of shit! He wondered if the
other man knew how he affected him and hoped to hell not.

?You cold, Pauly?? There was
an amused glint in the black eyes that seemed to say Angel knew exactly
what he was doing and wasn?t going to stop anytime soon. Paul had seen him
treat girls who were trying to get into the Locas
the same way. That teasing way he had of talking, the light touches
that seemed to promise so much. He had them panting after him like dogs. The
way he does me. But Paul couldn?t help it. At least Angel never treated
him like this in front of the other wolves. He kept it strictly between the
two of them, which made it worse in a way.

?I?m warm enough.? Paul shifted uneasily as Angel took a
last drag off the joint and crushed it beneath his heel.

?I?m more than warm?I?m hot. Fucking horny.? Angel
pulled back and leaned against the palm tree beside Paul?s. ?I?d almost
fuck that pinche puta
Mercedes.?

Paul tried to laugh. ?Yeah, right. She?s got fucking
teeth where her concha should be.?

Angel grinned. ?That?s why I said almost. Hey,
remember how we used to jerk off together when we were kids??

?Yeah, I guess. Maybe.? Paul didn?t see how he could
forget it. Those secret jerk-off sessions with his best friend had provided
him with fantasy material for years.

?Let?s do it now?let?s rub one out.? Angel already had his
cock out, gripping it loosely in his fist, his eyes trained on Paul to see
his reaction.

?I don?t know?? Paul frowned.

?C?mon, I don?t want to have to sit in on this family mierta with a hard-on.? You can?t
refuse me, said the look in his black eyes. Can?t tell me no?you
never tell me no.

But Paul wanted to this time. He didn?t want to do this
now. Didn?t want his friend to see how hard he was?how much being close to
another man affected him. How could he explain his raging erection? How
could he keep the hunger inside him, the fire that was threatening to burn
out of control, in check with so much temptation so close at hand?

He was saved by a shout from one of the other wolves.
?Vamps! There?s a coven in the woods. I fucking saw ?em!?

Paul and Angel were both immediately on high alert.
Besides some drug running and protection, fucking up vampires was the pack?s main calling. Vamps were bloodsucking
scum?unnatural, undead sons of bitches who didn?t
deserve to walk the face of the Earth?even if they only did it during the
night. But the worst thing about them was that they didn?t care who they
fucked. Every last one of them was what Angel called ?try-sexual??they?d
try anything with anyone, anytime.

The vamp?s fluid sexuality, more than anything else, was
deeply offensive to the weres. The worst thing
you could do to another wolf was to make him suck your cock. It was the
ultimate shame?the most degrading insult reserved for outcasts from the
pack.

Paul had seen Angel punish a few of the lower wolves
that way before stripping them of their status. The packleader
seemed to enjoy it, taking his time thrusting between the fallen wolf?s
lips before filling his mouth with cum. Of course, if the wolf in question
didn?t swallow every drop he was beaten. Paul had watched and wondered what
it must be like to feel another man?s hard shaft pushing between his lips,
wondered if it would be worth losing his status and becoming a lone wolf in
order to taste another male just once like that.

?C?mon, let?s go see what?s doing.? Angel tucked his
cock back in his shorts casually and loped off in the direction of the
shout. Paul followed, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed to have
been interrupted.

When they got to the center of the commotion, Chulo was trying and failing to get the other wolves to
settle down and pay attention. ?Come on, guys. Come on,? he kept saying but
his reedy voice was drowned out by the excited clamor of the other wolves.

Angel had stopped a few feet away from the pack and none
of them had noticed him or Paul yet. He gave Paul a look and then cut his
eyes at his first cousin who was trying and failing to get the pack members
in order. ?Fucking weak blood in that one, man.? He shook his head. ?Get
their attention, will you, hermano??

Paul nodded and strode directly into the heart of the
pack. The wolves and their females made way for him at once though most of
them topped him by more than a few inches. Ignoring Chulo
who was standing right beside him, he waited for a moment until all eyes
were on him and then raised his voice slightly. ?Listen up. Your packleader has something to say.?

?Thanks, Skulls.? Angel came forward and the wolves
parted before him. Like Moses and the fucking Red Sea, Paul thought,
with a mixture of admiration and resentment. ?Okay, who saw the vamps??

Chulo stepped toward Angel
eagerly. ?Gordo did. He came and said??

?Yeah, I heard him yelling.? Angel?s eyes passed over
his cousin like he wasn?t there. ?Gordo, where are you, hermano??

?Here, packleader.? A
rail-thin wolf pushed in from the back of the pack. His name didn?t exactly
fit him since he was one of those guys who could never gain weight, his
lean frame all stringy muscle and bones. ?I was out scenting for prey and I
saw them right near the center of the park.?

?Good.? Angel looked bored. ?Tell Skulls the details.
He?s taking point tonight.?

?Why Skulls?? Chulo stepped
forward, his dark eyes angry. He had some of Angel?s looks but none of his
charisma?he would never be packleader and
everyone knew it. Everyone but him.

Angel gave him a withering look. ?Why do you think, numbnuts? Skulls is second
wolf. If I?m not here, he leads. Simple as that.?

?But Gordo reported to me first.? Chulo?s
chin jutted angrily.

?He reported to the whole damn park?Skulls and I heard
him from half a mile away. We?ll be lucky if the entire coven isn?t gone by
the time you fucking pendejos get
going.? Angel looked at Paul. ?You ready to go??

?Always ready, packleader.?
Paul took his cue from Angel and ignored the smoldering stare of hatred Chulo was directing at his head. He knew what Angel?s
cousin was thinking. By virtue of his blood he should have been second wolf
and would have been too, if Paul hadn?t been in his way. But since I
have no intention of getting out of his fucking way any time soon, he
better learn to deal.

?That?s mi nino.? Angel
gave him a chest bump and then threw back his head to deliver a long,
liquid howl to the night sky. The pack returned the cry, a hair-raising
sound meant to strike fear in the cold dead heart of any bloodsucker stupid
enough to be out after dark in Lunas Locas territory.

Paul howled with the rest, feeling at one with the pack
and yet apart from them, as always. No matter how long he?d been in Miami
or how close he was to Angel there was always the sense that he didn?t
quite belong, that he wasn?t quite right. And it wasn?t just because he
wasn?t Latino. As always, when the pack ran he vowed to change that about
himself, to fix it. Because it wasn?t the pack that was broken?it was him.
If he could just be normal?

?Go kill some fucking vamps!? Angel roared, shattering
his resolutions. He clapped Paul on the shoulder and nodded. ?Buena suerta, ?mano. Go kick
some vampire ass.?

?You got it.? Surging to the head of the pack, Paul took
point and headed out to do his duty.