Endless Midnight: Moonlit, Book 5
M/M/M Paranormal Romance | Fated Mates | Guaranteed HEA
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It’s been eight years since Boston and Flynn loved and parted, but the pain of Flynn’s betrayal is still as raw as the day it happened.
Flynn doesn’t know why Boston pushed him away and disappeared, but he aims to find out. When he realizes they have a second mate, he couldn’t be happier. Too bad Boston is running scared from Malakai as well.
Malakai was left alone and brokenhearted because Boston refused to accept their mating. When fate offers a second chance, he seizes it with both hands. He’s not willing to come between Flynn and Boston, but he hopes the two shifters have room in their hearts for him as well.
When a coven leader petitions for a mating contract with Malakai, the only thing that can save him is a claiming bite from his mates. But first, they’ll have to accept him—fangs and all.
Flynn doesn’t know why Boston pushed him away and disappeared, but he aims to find out. When he realizes they have a second mate, he couldn’t be happier. Too bad Boston is running scared from Malakai as well.
Malakai was left alone and brokenhearted because Boston refused to accept their mating. When fate offers a second chance, he seizes it with both hands. He’s not willing to come between Flynn and Boston, but he hopes the two shifters have room in their hearts for him as well.
When a coven leader petitions for a mating contract with Malakai, the only thing that can save him is a claiming bite from his mates. But first, they’ll have to accept him—fangs and all.
**NOTE** Endless Midnight was originally released in 2011 by a different publisher as the fourth book of The Moonlight Breed series. This new version has been revised and updated, but it does not contain any meaningful changes to the characters or the storyline.
EXCERPT
Plastering a smile on his face that he didn’t feel, Boston navigated the remainder of the stairs and stepped into the living room.
“Hey,” he said lamely. He did enjoy watching Flynn’s face pale a little too much, though. At least the big Irishman was just as affected as he was.
Flynn rose slowly from where he’d been sitting on the sofa. “Hello, Boston.”
Boston dipped his head. “Flynn.”
“You two know each other?” Jackson looked back and forth between them with his eyebrows drawn together.
“We’ve met,” Boston answered vaguely. “It’s been a long time,” he said to Flynn.
“Aye, that it has. You look good.”
Boston snorted. It was a damn lie, and he knew it. Since meeting Malakai, he’d barely slept. The mere thought of food turned his stomach. And it showed in his smaller body mass and the dark circles under his eyes.
“Thanks.”
“Maybe we should leave you two alone.” Talon jerked his head toward the kitchen, indicating everyone should follow him.
“No,” Boston said to stop them. “I just wanted to greet our guest. I’m going back to bed.”
“Are you going to work tonight?” Talon asked.
“I’ll be there.” Before he could do something to make a complete fool out of himself, Boston turned around and hurried back up the stairs. Jogging down the hall, he reached the relative safety of his room and sighed.
He couldn’t do this. He’d never considered leaving the pack, but maybe he could find a place to stay until Flynn was relieved of his guard duty.
“Boston?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! It wouldn’t do for Flynn to know how upset he was. He wouldn’t give the man that kind of power over him. Gathering his composure, he opened his door and looked into his mate’s deep green eyes.
“Hey, Flynn. What’s up?”
“We should talk.”
“I don’t really think we have anything to say to each other.”
“That’s not true, and you bloody well know it. Stop being a dick, and let me in.”
Boston shook his head sadly. “I let you in once before, and we both know how that ended. I have no intentions of repeating past mistakes.”
“It ended with you running off in the middle of the night. Care to explain that one?”
“What does it matter to you? You didn’t want me. I was broken, and you just couldn’t be bothered.”
Flynn’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s rubbish, and you know it, Boston Mackey. What happened to you?”
“You happened, and now Malakai,” Boston whispered.
“Who’s Malakai?” The slight growl in Flynn’s voice made Boston shiver, but he refused to acknowledge the attraction.
“My mate.”
“I am your mate!” Flynn’s fist pounded against the doorframe.
“Well, apparently, I have two. I guess that means he’s your mate as well.”
“Hey,” he said lamely. He did enjoy watching Flynn’s face pale a little too much, though. At least the big Irishman was just as affected as he was.
Flynn rose slowly from where he’d been sitting on the sofa. “Hello, Boston.”
Boston dipped his head. “Flynn.”
“You two know each other?” Jackson looked back and forth between them with his eyebrows drawn together.
“We’ve met,” Boston answered vaguely. “It’s been a long time,” he said to Flynn.
“Aye, that it has. You look good.”
Boston snorted. It was a damn lie, and he knew it. Since meeting Malakai, he’d barely slept. The mere thought of food turned his stomach. And it showed in his smaller body mass and the dark circles under his eyes.
“Thanks.”
“Maybe we should leave you two alone.” Talon jerked his head toward the kitchen, indicating everyone should follow him.
“No,” Boston said to stop them. “I just wanted to greet our guest. I’m going back to bed.”
“Are you going to work tonight?” Talon asked.
“I’ll be there.” Before he could do something to make a complete fool out of himself, Boston turned around and hurried back up the stairs. Jogging down the hall, he reached the relative safety of his room and sighed.
He couldn’t do this. He’d never considered leaving the pack, but maybe he could find a place to stay until Flynn was relieved of his guard duty.
“Boston?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! It wouldn’t do for Flynn to know how upset he was. He wouldn’t give the man that kind of power over him. Gathering his composure, he opened his door and looked into his mate’s deep green eyes.
“Hey, Flynn. What’s up?”
“We should talk.”
“I don’t really think we have anything to say to each other.”
“That’s not true, and you bloody well know it. Stop being a dick, and let me in.”
Boston shook his head sadly. “I let you in once before, and we both know how that ended. I have no intentions of repeating past mistakes.”
“It ended with you running off in the middle of the night. Care to explain that one?”
“What does it matter to you? You didn’t want me. I was broken, and you just couldn’t be bothered.”
Flynn’s eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s rubbish, and you know it, Boston Mackey. What happened to you?”
“You happened, and now Malakai,” Boston whispered.
“Who’s Malakai?” The slight growl in Flynn’s voice made Boston shiver, but he refused to acknowledge the attraction.
“My mate.”
“I am your mate!” Flynn’s fist pounded against the doorframe.
“Well, apparently, I have two. I guess that means he’s your mate as well.”