Captive Soul

by April Kelley

Jules might be one of the only humans amongst a house full of paranormal being, but they’re his family, and he’s not giving them up for two mates who left him at the hands of a monster.

Jules Somerset has fought hard the past year to get his life on track after being kidnapped by an insane vampire. Since his rescue, he’s gained a family who loves him, has a job he’s good at, and has made friends with a lot of his fellow clansmen. He also holds a longing in his heart for two prejudiced jerks. Okay, to be fair, Hacen is the only one prejudiced. Tommy just goes along. Jules wants to be so over the whole mating thing already but can’t seem to stop wanting them both.

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Pairings: MMM
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Big Character / Little Character, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Menage, Opposites Attract, Smartass Twinks
Word Count: 58000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

Jules woke up by slow degrees. Warmth radiated around him and into his deepest core as if a furnace surrounded him. He realized all at once someone held him in their arms. He snuggled closer to whoever it was because they touched him gently, rubbing his back in a slow soothing manner with one hand, running fingers through his hair with the other.

Lavender. “Hacen.”

It all came back to him. The knife inches from Hacen’s neck, ready to sever his spine. Jules helpless to do anything to protect him. “Hacen.”

“Shh. Don’t’ cry, honey. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Jules hadn’t been aware he was crying until that deep voice whispered, but the wetness lay under his cheek, matting the chest hair as hot liquid slid around his face and the sinew beneath him.

That was Hacen’s voice. The tone soothed.

Jules opened his eyes to see olive toned skin and black arm hair.


He needed to see Hacen. Make sure he was okay. With that in mind, he tried to move, but a pain shot through his leg.

Warm wetness trickled down his thigh. The sensation annoyed him enough that he tried to wipe it away, but Hacen’s arms held him in place.

“He opened his wound again.” The words rumbled beneath his cheek.

The bed shifted and then settled again.

Jules opened his eyes long enough to see Tommy’s smiling face. Instead of returning the smile, Jules asked, “Are you okay?” Jules’ voice cracked. His throat stung so he tried to clear it but that only made it worse.

“Yeah, baby. I’m just fine.”

Jules tightened his hold on Hacen. “Hacen.”

“Shh. Relax, honey.”

“He didn’t get you, right?”

“You got him before he got me. Impressive throw.” The smile in Hacen’s voice was unmistakable.

Tommy held a washcloth in his hand. Jules wasn’t sure why until cool air licked around the bottom half of him. Their gazes met and Tommy stopped moving, the cloth held suspended just briefly before he must have come back to himself enough to regain his focus.

A cloth pressed against his wound.

“Stop, Tommy. Hurts.”

“I know, baby. But you’re bleeding.”

Jules panted through the pain. "Just go get Mama. She’ll help."

Tommy’s lips thinned out and averted his eyes. He didn’t move but held the cloth against Jules’ leg. Tommy cleared his throat but otherwise didn’t say a word.

Hacen’s deep voice rumbled under his ear. “You’re safe.”

It was an odd thing to say in that moment and immediately put Jules on alert. For the first time, he took in his surroundings, looking beyond Tommy to the room around.

He must be in Magnus' cabin. Jules had never been there before, but he knew Garridan renovated it recently. Jules would recognize Garridan’s work anywhere. The bookshelf against the wall opposite them and the table held his signature style.

Ladon's mate, Magnus, used the cabin whenever he was in Saint Lakes. The cabin was a few miles out of town and lay in the middle of dense forests. It was close enough to Ladon but not too close, which was what Magnus needed. Ladon hadn’t had his first shift until right before the battle, which meant they couldn’t bond.

Maybe Magnus had come home while Jules slept and he and Ladon were mated. Maybe he was still in the cabin. If he were, Magnus would take Jules back home. He would do it because Ladon would want him too. "Is Magnus here?"

"No, baby. He's still out of town." Hacen’s hand glided down the length of his back

"I want to go home."

"Lucas and Bennett came by to see you. He said he'd come again when you woke up." Tommy moved the cloth away and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Jules’ cheek. He stood. “I’ll be right back.”

"Everyone made it?" Jules held his breath as he waited for an answer.

"Everyone is fine. I heard Fane was the one who got hurt the worst, but he's better now."

Jules let out the air in his lungs in one big huff. A sob escaped with it and tears fell from his eyes. "Thank the gods."

Hacen's arms tightened around Jules. Jules didn't want to want Hacen’s comfort. If he could remain steadfast and continue to brush off Hacen and Tommy that would be great but with the weakness his wound caused and the fact he was still gaining his bearings after just waking up, he didn't have the will do resist.

"Why didn't Lucas heal me?"

"Your wound isn't life-threatening. He said he wouldn't heal you without permission."

Jules let Tommy wipe the tears off his face with a tissue. "He probably healed a lot of people. It makes him tired and weak if he does it too much. I don't want him to hurt himself just to heal me, especially if I'll be okay."

"You'll let him heal you when he comes again." Of course, Hacen would make demands. He couldn't just shut his mouth and let Jules make his own decisions.

Jules sighed. "I’m not your prisoner." He was too tired to fight. He couldn’t keep up with Hacen in his current condition.

Hacen's body stiffened underneath him. "You're not a prisoner."

Jules sniffled and turned his head, trying to get into a more comfortable position. “Stop fighting with me.”

"What food do you like, baby?" Tommy rubbed his hand down Jules' back through the blankets.

"Not hungry.” His voice sounded husky with sleep even to his own ears. He yawned again.

Tommy chuckled. "Okay. Is there anything you don't like?"

"Slimey food."

"Okay. What qualifies?"

Jules sighed. "Tommy.”


About the Author

April Kelley is an author of LGBT Romance. Her works include The Journey of Jimini Renn, which was a Rainbow Awards finalist, Whispers of Home, the Saint Lakes series, and over thirty more.

Living in Southwest Michigan, April resides with her husband and two kids. She has been an avid reader for several years. Ever since she wrote her first story at the age of ten, the characters in her head still won't stop telling their stories. If April isn't reading or writing, she can be found outside playing with the animals or taking a long walk in the woods.

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