Their Scarred Mate by Serena Frost

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Broken Mates, 2

Abducted from her bed at sixteen, Freya watched her home burn and her parents die. She never knew shifters existed until they destroyed everything she loved, leaving her with scars that never truly healed.

Wolf shifters Declan and Ciaran serve the High King, but nothing prepares them for discovering their fated mate living next door to their grandmother. Guarded, haunted, and determined to keep her distance, Freya wants nothing to do with shifters—even the two irresistible wolves who refuse to give up on her.

As Declan and Ciaran patiently break through her walls, an old enemy emerges from the shadows. This time, claiming their mate won't be enough. They'll have to risk everything to keep her alive.

Because if they lose Freya again, there won't be a second chance.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, double penetration

 

Excerpt:

Freya was neither sleeping, nor eating. She was as pale and withdrawn as she was when she first arrived. Her clothes hung too loosely from her body as if they were on a hanger, but words kept playing on repeat in her mind. Lily also had suffered, and she also wasn’t aware of shifters before Lewis, and she’d found her happiness. And Evelyn … Evelyn had told her half-truths, but she was certain the gist of it was real.

And the twins … when had they lied to her? Again, half-truths yes, but lying? She remembered all the times they asked for permission before touching her. Even when they were touching her, they were always worried where her mind was at, and if she was still with them. They knew about her scars and didn’t care. They were always worried, and in their way, taking care of her.

Lewis was never like that. He stormed into her world bringing death, pain, and destruction; with him, she was nothing but a vessel. But with the twins? She remembered all the lopsided smiles Ciaran gave her, the way Declan pushed her … but always to her advantage, to help her.

Tanya was right about one thing; she had almost learned to live again, thanks to them…

Night had fallen, but Freya was once again in the dark, on the same sofa she had camped out on since returning from the hospital. Her bed remained undisturbed since the last time she’d slept there, and she only got up from the sofa to go to the bathroom, drink some water, and make herself some tea.

She looked outside. With the curtains drawn she couldn’t see anything, but she was certain they were around. If they were half the way Tanya had described them, they couldn’t be very far. She was almost certain she could feel their eyes on her, despite being cooped up in her house.

With a sigh, she carefully got up. The lack of proper nutrition made her feel dizzy, but her body was already used to privations and she ignored it. With slow steps she approached the backyard door and opened it.

The night was chilly, and she felt goosebumps arise. She couldn’t see, it was pitch black. But somehow, she knew they were near.

“You’re there aren’t you?” she whispered.

A rustling in the bushes, an indistinct sound, and then a hesitant voice answered, “Yes, angel.” Ciaran.

“We’re here, little one.” Declan.

Of course they were. Where else?

“You were told to keep the distance.”

“Which is why we aren’t there, with you in our arms. We were never told we couldn’t be near the barbecue, contemplating your backyard door.”

“You’re stretching you’re Alpha’s orders quite a bit, aren’t you?” she said drily.

“You’re worth it.”

There was such obvious sincerity in their voice that she almost smiled. Almost. It faded as soon as it appeared, and she felt her courage decreasing when her body started to shiver.

“You’re cold. Can we enter? You’ll catch your death out here.”

“We promise we mean you no harm, angel.”

“No … not yet,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “If I asked you to leave, would you?”

“To leave permanently? Never!”

“To leave and return tomorrow? Reluctantly.”

“I’m so tired… Tired of everything…”

“Share the burden, angel…”

“Let us carry it for you…”

Was it her impression or were their voices nearer? She still couldn’t see an inch in front of her nose, but she could swear their voices seemed closer.

“I think I need to sleep it off. Please, let me be.”

“We’ll always be here, little one.”

“You’re the better part of us, angel.”

“Your better part is broken and fed up with life.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, angel. Not again.” There was a growl in Ciaran’s voice and startled, Freya realized that Ciaran’s wolf was speaking with her through its human. The voice she was hearing was both, a combination of man and wolf.

Her eyes filled with tears as she murmured in a defeated tone, “I just wanted to forget … to sleep and wake in a different reality, where none of this had happened and I could be free and normal…”

Both the twins growled at her words, but she just shook her head, sadly.

“We can help you sleep,” said Declan, after a while. There was the barest smile in his voice when he said, “We’ve done it before.”

She seemed confused and Ciaran added, “The mate bond works differently in everyone. You’re human, so your perception is different than that of a she-wolf, for instance. And given all that happened, your body fought for as long as it could. But near us, you rest better, your sleep is deeper; your body knows we’ll protect it in sleep as much as we do when you’re awake.”

“Will … will you try anything?”

“Did we ever?”

Truth be told … no. They could push her in one direction or pull her in another, but never to harm her: quite the opposite. In their arms, she had become independent, almost joyful … she had even learned to express her desires aloud. She was starting to feel … normal with them.

“Words, angel,” said Ciaran, with the slightest smile in his voice.

“We’re not inside your head, little one,” echoed Declan, and she almost smiled. Almost.

“I’m so tired…” she whispered.

“Can we help you sleep?” Ciaran asked in a low, almost hypnotic voice. They moved again, and suddenly, she could see indistinct shapes in the darkness. She bit her lip and Ciaran added, in an almost playful smile. “I believe I’ve said this before, but … words, angel.”

She sighed. Tiredness and frustration mingled in her voice until she said, in a low voice, “Yes, you may enter…”

In the blink of an eye, they were in front of her, and she blinked again, suddenly unsure. They were the same … but they weren’t. They had heavy bags under their eyes and seemed to have a general air of tiredness surrounding them. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who was not sleeping.

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