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    Beneath the Broken Moon: Part Three: Beneath the Broken Moon, #3
    Beneath the Broken Moon: Part Three: Beneath the Broken Moon, #3
    Beneath the Broken Moon: Part Three: Beneath the Broken Moon, #3
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    Beneath the Broken Moon: Part Three: Beneath the Broken Moon, #3

    By Sarah Makela

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    Carmela Santiago runs away from home, but too hurt to think, she goes to her vampire lover for safety. She's had enough from alpha werewolves.

    Seeing the young werewolf surprises Derek Ashmore, but when he finds out what has happened to her, his vampiric blood boils. But now that she's with him, he'll do everything in his power to help her heal, both physically and mentally. 

    Alpha werewolf Brendan Kelly is worried sick about his future mate when he can't reach her after she's taken home. Her father is hiding something, and he's determined to find out what it is.

    This is part three in a werewolf/vampire menage serial with a cliffhanger, explicit language and sexual situations. Please read the books in order.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKissa Press LLC
    Release dateOct 7, 2015
    ISBN9781942873945
    Beneath the Broken Moon: Part Three: Beneath the Broken Moon, #3

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      Beneath the Broken Moon - Sarah Makela

      1

      Derek

      The weight of the sun’s power made my limbs feel heavy and lethargic. It was rare for me to be awake with the sun still in the sky; today I’d awakened twice in the same day. But sunset was nearly upon the world now.

      Two soft taps at the back door had me pushing through the haze. No one should be knocking on my door, especially at this time of day. The necromancer and his friend were certainly not that polite.

      I walked to the back door, barely managing a human pace, and opened it.

      Carmela leaned against the doorframe with her head bowed. When she looked up, she had a bandage on her cheek and a black eye marred her beauty. Bruises littered her soft skin. Her shoulders hunched forward, making her seem so unlike the woman I’d left at Brendan’s doorstep last night.

      My heart ached for revenge.

      Taking a deep breath, I drew her scent into my lungs and almost wished I hadn’t. The strong scent of a male werewolf and whiskey wafted through the air around her.

      Any ill effects from the sun evaporated as it set, unleashing the full sting of my power. My blood boiled with the pure rage pounding through my veins.

      Carmela winced and drew back a little. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. She averted her gaze, staring down the alleyway.

      I reached for her bag, but she jerked away from me. Her heart raced, and instead of a predator, she looked like prey. Grimacing, I stepped away from the door to allow her entry. Please, come inside.

      She watched me for a moment, then walked past me, clutching the duffle to her chest. Her gaze skimmed my place as if checking for anyone else’s presence. Her shoulders trembled with nerves.

      I won’t allow anyone to harm you again. I promise. I held out my hand again. May I have your bag? I nodded toward the staircase. You can use my spare bedroom again. You’re already familiar with it. I could put your things there while you rest.

      She stared down at the bag. Her lower lip trembled, and she handed it over. Thank you for your hospitality. I didn’t know where else to go.

      The werewolf scent on her wasn’t Brendan’s. Why didn’t she turn to her future mate? I didn’t understand. What that man did to Carmela was a crime. He’d be punished by her people, yet she turned away from them. Why didn’t you go to Brendan, if you don’t mind me asking?

      Her breath hitched, and she shook her head. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. She turned toward the door, but I blocked her way. While I didn’t want her to feel trapped, she couldn’t run out on the street and put herself into more danger. A protective need reared its head. I’d do anything to help her.

      I apologize. I’m just curious why you chose me. Just give me a chance. Open up to me. I set her bag on the floor carefully and clasped my hands in front of me, when what I most wanted was to take her in my arms and hold her. Instead, I tried to portray a relaxed disposition. But I could barely hold onto that demeanor while I was itching to kill the bastard who’d assaulted her.

      I told you. I didn’t know where else to go. She swayed on her feet and looked like she would fall over, but caught herself at the last moment.

      Come, let’s sit down. You look like you need some rest. I offered her a smile, but she didn’t return it. Instead, she stared at the worn leather chair in my den. No, let’s go to the living room, if you don’t mind. It’s more comfortable.

      Nodding, Carmela took a few hobbling steps toward the living room, but her knees gave out. With a quiet yip, she tumbled forward.

      I dove toward her, grabbing her before she could hit the ground and pulling her into my arms. Her wide eyes stared into mine. I considered drawing her in and taking away her pain, but that might end up hurting her more in the long run. Instead, I persuaded her mind to release her from the worst of her fears.

      I laid her on the ornate couch, then smoothed my hand over her caramel-colored hair, brushing it from her face. I don’t have anything for you to drink or eat, but if you let me know what you’d want, I can go to the store. Would that be okay? I knelt beside her and watched her closely, hoping to comfort her in whatever way I could.

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