Seeking

  Hidden Truths: Book Two

  Quell T. Fox

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Blurb

  1. One

  2. Two

  3. Three

  4. Four

  5. Five

  6. Six

  7. Seven

  8. Eight

  9. Nine

  10. Ten

  11. Eleven

  12. Twelve

  13. Thirteen

  14. Fourteen

  15. Fifteen

  16. Sixteen

  17. Seventeen

  18. Eighteen

  19. Nineteen

  20. Twenty

  21. Twenty-one

  22. Twenty-two

  23. Twenty-three

  24. Twenty-four

  25. Twenty-five

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  27. Twenty-seven

  28. Twenty-eight

  29. Twenty-nine

  30. Thirty

  31. Thirty-one

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  40. Forty

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  56. Fifty-six

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  Blurb

  Blurb

  Sometimes dreams are more than what they seem… even in the supernatural world.

  Leona just wants to know who she is. Her whole world was turned upside down after the death of her best friend and then finding out she’s a wolf. She’d hoped for a light at the end of the tunnel, but she’s only seeing darkness.

  Thorne, Castor, and Hunter

  Instead of crumbling, their walls are only getting higher. With one of the guys pulling away more than ever, is their age old friendship enough to help him find his way back?

  With the tension already high, will the four of them be able to get past the lies and secrets to complete the mate bond they so desperately need?

  Seeking is a MMFM #whychoose novel, part of the Hidden Truths series. This is book two and they must be read in order.

  There is adult content in this book and it is not meant for readers under the age of 18.

  This books ends with a HFN.

  This book is a Spin Off of The Road to Truth Series. You do not have to read that series to enjoy this book.

  One

  Leona

  The hot water pelts down on my skin. What is it about hot, steamy showers that make everything all better?

  The last few weeks have been going smoothly. There haven’t been any more letters or gifts, and I’m especially thankful there haven’t been any more attacks. I could do without another one of those for the rest of forever. Though I don’t think I’m going to be that lucky. I just have a feeling seated deep in my gut that there is more of this to come.

  The fact of the matter is, my father is still after me. I have a feeling he isn’t going to stop until he gets me. Or until he dies.

  I’ve spent countless hours thinking of a way to handle this, trying to figure out what to do. Most kids my age are daydreaming about what they will be doing after school. Hanging out with their friends, or boyfriends. I’m daydreaming about the day my life will be back to normal and I won’t have a pack of wolves hunting me down and trying to kill me.

  I admit the boys do sneak into my thoughts every so often. Okay, maybe it’s a little more than that. But Thorne, Castor, and Hunter are hard to ignore. Even if Hunter is still being an ass, he’s a hot ass. And he hasn’t been so… assy lately.

  Having all three of them around calms something inside of me. I thought us living together was going to be a problem, turns out it’s far from it. We fell into an easy routine from day one. Whatever it is we’ve managed to figure out, it’s working.

  Lenny did some redecorating in the guesthouse—now our house—making it more suitable for us four to live here. It’s still squished at times, but we make it work. Thorne and I share the large bed every night, while Castor and Hunter choose to sleep in their twin-sized beds across the room. At first, Lenny was unsure of me sharing a bed with anyone, but I was finally able to convince him. Maddox continues to do his checks around the perimeter, making sure we are all safe. Callan keeps our refrigerator stocked with his semiweekly grocery shopping, and Alec fixes things for us when they break, even though Thorne is more than happy to do it. I thought it would be more awkward, being with them and having my family so close. Turns out it isn’t. Briella likes to come over for a visit every now and then; she even slept over once. The guys and I set up her princess tent downstairs, got her comfy with a mountain of pillows and blankets, put on Shrek and she was golden. The guys did receive death threats from Maddox. Something about keeping it in their pants while his daughter is downstairs or they will severely regret it. Of course, Maddox’s version was much more detailed, but I’d rather not think about the terms he used—it makes me shiver.

  Steam surrounds me, clearing my lungs. I breathe it in, let it out slowly. The water hits my head and runs down my back, my forehead resting against the cool tile of the shower wall. I spend a lot of time in here, just standing and thinking. There is nowhere I’ve found where I can think as clearly as I can in here.

  A warm hand slides over my waist and across my belly. I suck in a sharp breath at the sudden feeling of someone being with me. My eyes shoot open and look down. I knew before I saw that it was Thorne; no one else would be in here.

  “You’ve been in here a while, baby. You okay?” he asks softly, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. His large body surrounds mine, making me feel safe.

  “Fine. Just thinking.” I lean back into him, breathing in his earthy scent. It’s another thing that calms me, no matter how anxious I am, the smell and feel of him brings me back to reality.

  “Maybe you should do less of that. Let us worry about it.”

  I take a deep breath and let it out. I focus on the way his hands slide across my skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

  “It’s not that easy,” I say quietly.

  “No? I think I can help.”

  His hand leaves my belly, traveling down. Gliding a finger between my folds, he strokes my clit with gentle circles. A quiet moan leaves my mouth as my lips part. Thorne is amazing with his hands. He knows exactly what I need when I need it. Whatever problem I’m lost in, Thorne will always get me back.

  His front presses to my back a bit more firmly, and even though the water is as hot as I can stand, his skin is hotter against me. His cock is growing thick behind me, resting against my ass and I grind into him.

  Slowly he pulls his hand from my center, I whimper at the loss, instantly missing it. Sliding his hand up my belly, he circles my nipple once before pressing his hand against my shoulder, causing me to turn, my back now against the wall. He moves to stand in front of me, his head bent down. The heat in his eyes is not missed. I look up at him, his long, wet curls hanging around his perfect face. The tiny drops of mist clinging to his beard. I always feel safe around Thorne. How can you not with someone as big as he is? He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, then to my nose, and lastly, to my lips before getting on his knees.

  Sliding his tongue around my belly button, he makes his way down, reaching my aching center. My head falls back against the cool tile and I close my eyes. Thorne’s hot mouth is on me in seconds, swirling, licking, biting. He hikes my leg up onto his shoulder, spreading me wider. Inserting a finger into me, he curls it up, hitting the most perfect spot. Soon enough, my hands are tangling in his hair as I’m crying out his name, riding through my orgasm. I drop my leg back to the floor, my knees weak from pleasure, and my chest heaving.

  Thorne stands to his full height, something that’s easily like six foot five. Instead of leaning forward and kissing me like I expect him to, he steps away from me, moving to the other end of the shower. His hand reaches for his cock, slowly stroking himself. I make a motion to move forward, but Thorne stops me with a shake of his head.

  “I want you to watch,” he says. I raise an eyebrow, slightly confused. I’m all about watching this, I’ve never witnessed this in person before and I will gladly watch as he touches himself. But why? “I don’t want
you to do a thing besides stand there. I want you to watch me make myself come, watch how much I enjoy looking at you.” My eyes rake over his body, taking in everything that he is. Tall and strong, thick thighs and broad shoulders with dark hair across his body in all the right places. “Can you do that for me?” his voice cracks, and I know it’s because of the pleasure he’s giving himself.

  I look up, my eyes meeting his. I nod and take a step back, giving myself a better visual of him. His free hand reaches up and rests against the wall as his head falls back, his hand pumping faster over his cock. Low groans can be heard over the water, my ears straining to not miss a single one of them.

  “Fuck, baby. Do you see what you do to me?” he asks. “Just tasting you, making you come like that drives me crazy. I can’t”—he groans lowly—“fuck, I can’t even hold myself back.” The muscles in his arm tighten as he grips the wall as hard as he can. His breathing tells me he’s going to come soon. I move my eyes from his face and down to his hand, wanting to see what it’s like when he comes. I’ve felt it, I’ve tasted it, but I’ve never seen it.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispers. His stroking becomes erratic, his hips thrusting forward. A deep groan leaves his chest and I watch as long, white strands of cum pump out of him in bursts, hitting the shower floor. I lose count of how many times it shoots out, so caught up in the moment. I’m aching for him again, needing more. My heart is beating harshly and my skin is on fire. I look up to find him staring at me, a sexy grin across those perfect lips of his. He stalks forward, his hand finding the back of my head as he brings the other between us. I look to his hand, finding a bit of cum left there. He cocks his head to the side and I do what I know he wants me to, what I want to do. My hand reaches up to grip his, bringing it to my lips and I lick it clean. A husky laugh leaves Thorne. When I begin to suck on his skin, the laugh turns into a groan, and shortly after, his lips are on mine.

  He fucks me against the shower wall, slamming into me from behind. We both come again before he washes me up, and we get out and head to bed.

  Two

  Thorne

  My fingers run through Leona’s soft strands of hair as she sleeps soundly beside me. After the shower, we got into bed and she fell asleep immediately. As much as she acts like she’s okay, I know she’s stressed. I know this is taking a toll on her mentally. She had enough issues to work through before this happened, I can’t imagine how she’s managing now. She’s a good actress, I’ll give her that. But she doesn’t fully understand how a mate bond works. She doesn’t understand that I can sense her feelings and emotions, almost like reading her mind. I could have told her, but I’d rather keep it to myself for now and use it to my advantage. If she knows, she’ll try to push me out, not wanting me to worry. I can’t have that happen.

  I press a kiss to her forehead before sliding out of bed and making my way downstairs. The rest of the guys—Castor, Hunter, Maddox, Lenny, Alec, and Callan—are already outside sitting around the fire. It’s cold out, the middle of December but we all stay warm enough. We’ve met out here just about every night over the last few weeks. Some nights we hang out and get to know one another, other nights we don’t say a word. We do manage to talk about what is going on and what we need to do to handle this situation. Leona doesn’t know we do this and it’s best if it stays that way.

  Castor, Hunter, and I speak freely with her family, sharing all the information we have. We can only hope they are being just as honest.

  I can’t remember exactly when this started happening, some time before Thanksgiving, I know that much. Leona fell asleep early one night, and the guys and I needed to take a walk, stretch our legs. We came outside to find her uncles and brother. They invited us over and we’ve been doing it ever since. Part of me knows Leona would be happy we are getting along, but she’s also smart enough to know what we talk about, and we all agree, dealing with as much as we can ourselves is better. No one wants to put more pressure on her than is necessary.

  “Have you spoken to your families?” Callan asks, looking between me, Castor, and Hunter.

  “We have,” Castor answers. “I’m not sure how much longer we will be able to play this off. They’re growing suspicious.”

  Callan nods. “Understandable.

  “What are we going to do about that?” Alec asks.

  I look around at everyone that’s here. Seven guys, all of us caring enough about Leona to make this our priority. Yes, even asshole Hunter. I realize Castor and Hunter won’t be speaking up when it comes to this, so I know it’s on me.

  “Can I speak freely?” I ask, looking at Maddox. He still gives me a hard time, but it isn’t as bad as it was. He seems to be getting used to us being here, and we’re trying to get on his good side. Though, for whatever reason, Hunter already seems to be. It goes up my fucking ass, and not in any kind of pleasurable way, but I try to ignore it.

  He takes a drag from his cigarette before tossing it into the fire pit, leaning back in his chair and waving his hand in front of him. “You may.”

  I sit up straighter before I say what I need to say. “We all know how this works, what we must do in order for Leona to shift. There hasn’t been any change in what is going on. None of us will push her to do something she doesn’t want to do, no matter what. However, I think we can all agree when we say she should be nudged in the right direction. We know what happens if she doesn’t shift. As much as I can respect you not liking the idea of us, uh, mating, we do know it is a necessary part of this. Leona’s eighteenth birthday is in little over a week. After that, the countdown begins.”

  “So, what is your plan?” Alec asks.

  “We want to take her to my family’s house, just for a night,” I explain. “My parents will take this better than the others. I want to explain to them what is going on, let them talk to Leona a little bit. Maybe having someone on the outside to talk to will help her get her head in the right place. But after my parents know… as much as they will be understanding, they can’t continue to turn a blind eye. We cannot continue to stay away. It’s pack rules for us to live there if we want to stay a part of the pack. Fact of the matter is, we are mates. The ritual will need to be complete at some point. Even if it’s past our time limit, it still needs to be done. We can’t hang around like this forever. But sooner rather than later is best for Leona. I think we can all agree on that. She needs to shift…”

  “When were you thinking?” Maddox, of all people, asks.

  “This weekend.”

  He nods once, looking off into nothing. It’s silent for a few moments, everyone staring at something, deep in thought.

  “You’re sure she will be safe?” Lenny finally speaks up, his voice serious. He doesn’t usually say much when it comes to the serious talk. I know he loves his sister, he just has his own way of showing it. As we all do.

  “Absolutely.” It’s Castor that speaks now. “I can promise you with my life she will be safe.”

  “You sure about that? Pretty sure the last—” Maddox is cut off.

  “That was a one time thing,” Castor interjects. “A mistake. I don’t make them twice,” he says confidently.

  Maddox pulls another cigarette from his pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it up.

  “And if it doesn’t work?” Maddox asks. “If she doesn’t agree to any of it?”

  “If it doesn’t work,” I begin. “Then we’re back at square one.”

  Three

  Leona

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  Now that there is no denying what I am, I can’t keep running away from it. I need to find out why my wolf never came to me, why I feel no part of her. There was only one time I felt her; when I first found out about Thorne being a bear. Since that night, I haven’t felt a thing.

  “I’m sure,” I say for the third time tonight.

  We’re sitting in my old room that still looks exactly as it did before I moved into the guesthouse. My bed still has the same sheets. The paintings and photos are still on my walls. The only thing different is that it’s a little more empty. All of my clothes and necessary belongings have been moved across the way to the guesthouse.