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  Alpha Wreckers 2

  Hammering Henry

  Mobile app developer Henry moves into a town, hoping for a fresh start. His previous relationship left him with inner scars too deep to heal, but he’s willing to try his hand at love again with the right man. When an accident leads him to crossing paths with one grumpy but gorgeous werebear, he knows Spencer’s the one.

  Werebear Spencer makes customized furniture for the company he and his brothers own, but he’s unsociable and avoids human contact as much as possible. When he catches wind of a familiar scent, he’s surprised to discover a tasty little human in his backyard. Spencer can’t stop thinking of Henry, but there’s a reason why he avoids relationships. When the heat between them becomes too explosive to ignore, will Spencer let the chains of the past hold him down or will he be able to claim his mate in the end?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 21,038 words

  HAMMERING HENRY

  Alpha Wreckers 2

  Fel Fern

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  HAMMERING HENRY

  Copyright © 2017 by Fel Fern

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-530-0

  First Publication: August 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

  All art and logo copyright © 2017 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  To my readers, I hope you enjoyed Henry and Spencer’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning M/M paranormal erotic romance at night.

  A sadist who loves watching her heroes break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.

  For all titles by Fel Fern, please visit

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Landmarks

  Cover

  HAMMERING HENRY

  Alpha Wreckers 2

  FEL FERN

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  Twenty-one years ago

  You’re nothing but trash. Your mother died because of you. No matter how hard Spencer tried to forget his father’s words, they stuck.

  With a grunt, he brought down the axe with all his strength. The block of wood sliced in half neatly, his last for the today. Spencer put the axe down, dumped the split piece to the pile behind him.

  The bruises on his arms ached. So did the ones on his ribs, but they faded with time, unlike his growing hate for the man who was supposed to raise him to be better, who should protect him as opposed to using him as a convenient punching bag.

  He glanced back at the cabin where he and his father lived. No noise from his old man. Odd, because drink or no drink, his father loved screaming curses at him, blaming him for existing. Didn’t matter though, because Spencer had been waiting for this day all week long.

  Just to be certain, he checked in the cabin. His father wasn’t slumped in front of the TV. No beer bottles littered the floor either. His father hated going into town, so he usually gave Spencer some cash to buy his six-packs. Spencer was big for his age, his bear so dominant and wild, and the guy at the quickie mart on the outskirts of town never asked for his ID.

  “Where are you?” he whispered.

  No response. Spencer’s bear cautioned him to wait in the den, to see if his father would come back, but the hunger to see Daryl overrode everything else. Spencer exited the cabin and stripped down. The change came easily, his bear always eager to be free of his human skin and human problems.

  Each time Spencer shifter, his bear whispered in his ear, urged him to live as a bear forever. What use was being human and miserable? After his human mother had died a year ago, things had only turned from bad to worse. His asshole father had beaten her, too, but he’d always come to her aid. In the end, cancer had eaten at her health, leaving him alone with a monster.

  He had nearly been tempted to leave the human world behind, until he’d met Daryl, whose family owned a vacation cabin across the river. The moment Spencer had laid his eyes on the human boy, something in him had clicked. Daryl might be thirteen, a year older than he was, but he knew the boy could be someone special to him in the future.

  Spencer had spent all his free time during last summer with Daryl. Friends. He’d never had those before, his experience with school limited. Before cancer had taken his mother, he’d gone to a normal school, but after she passed away, his human-hating father brought them to the middle of nowhere.

  Spencer broke into a fast run, flying past trees and foliage. He knew these woods like the back of his hand. He had to, for survival. Something nagged at the back of his mind though. Why wasn’t his father in his chair? Had the old man gone for a hunt, or something? Usually, they hunted most of their meals, but these days, Spencer did mostly everything.

  It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was seeing Daryl again. It was autumn now, and since then, he’d found plenty of secret spots to show his human friend, places only a shifter could find. Daryl’s family preferred to stay in an inn at the heart of the town, but Daryl’s last letter told him to meet at the cabin.

  Spencer could see the cabin in the distance now, heart soaring. He halted a few feet from, the uneasy feeling inside him intensifying. No lights. Humans couldn’t see in the dark. Maybe Daryl wasn’t here yet, but his eye caught something fluttering in the wind. Red. Fabric.

  A scarf he recognized, because Daryl had mailed him a picture of him wearing that thing weeks ago. Spencer had been proud of himself for asking an old family friend of his mom, Jordan, to receive his letters for him. He’d been so careful, made sure he dropped by only when his father shouted at him to get beer.

  A chill crawled down his spine.

  An ear-splitting scream tore through his eardrums, his soul. Fury coated his vision. No denying that was Daryl. The pieces started falling in place. His father had been edgy lately, prone to violence more often.

  Oh God. He’d been a fool.

  Spencer ran at breakneck
speed toward the source of the sound. His father had been unhinged by his mother’s death. He’d seen for himself how his father started becoming like a shadow of his former self, but surely, the old man wouldn’t hurt a human stranger, right?

  He still hoped that someday, things would turn out all right, that his father would realize he’d been acting like a beast instead of a man and somehow change his personality.

  Take good care of him. I’m scared he’ll fall apart without me, his mom had whispered on her death bed. Spencer understood why she had still stayed, why she’d endured his father’s verbal and physical abuse. It was all because of him, because in a small town with very shifters, she’d hoped his father would teach and guide him to control his bear.

  Only the exact opposite happened. His bear was about to go berserk, and now, he had no control of the animal. He rammed a shoulder into the front door. Wood splintered, easily giving away as his claws slid out.

  The unmistaken scent of blood hit his nostrils immediately. It was pitch dark in there, but he could the terrifying outline of an enormous, scarred black bear, standing on its hind legs. At his father’s feet was the broken body of the boy who was supposed to become Spencer’s future mate.

  Howling, letting rage purify him to avoid drowning in sorrow, Spencer unleashed the monster inside of him.

  Chapter One

  Present

  “Dude, are you sure that leg’s stable?” Dale asked Henry from his side of the desk.

  “I’m sure,” Henry instantly said, then glanced at the instruction manual again. He furrowed his brows. There were pictures for every step, for crying out loud, but why was assembling one measly desk a monumental task for two geeks? “I wish Wren was here. This stuff’s easy for him.”

  Dale rolled his eyes. “Wren’s busy with his new kid and mate. What do you expect? Anyway, how did Wren managed to rope in Cole Mercer of people? God, but the Mercer brothers are hot. Sexiest guys in town, and Wren managed to mate one of them.”

  “Don’t ask me.” Even to his own ears, Henry sounded sullen. “Besides, they’re not all that great.”

  Henry had moved into the town of Snow Valley two years ago, so he knew the juicy rumor which surrounded the four brothers. They ran their own building and construction company and were all dominant, Alpha predatory shifters, and it didn’t help they were all gorgeous. His own personal interest lingered on one quiet redhead who happened to be the most mysterious of the brothers.

  “Oh? You sound like you have some personal experience.”

  Oh yeah, Henry did. Wren and Cole did warn him Spencer didn’t date. It had been two years since he’d last been out with a man, so Henry would settle for a one-night stand, but no. Spencer had flat-out refused him after he’d embarrassingly hit on the bear shifter at a bar in town.

  That had happened a week ago, but damn it, he still hadn’t lived down the shame.

  “How’s your singing gigs going?” he asked.

  Dale frowned at him, still holding on to the unsteady leg of the desk. “Don’t change the topic.”

  “No, I’m genuinely interested. You’re still up for writing the music for my game, right?”

  “Sure, but you need to give me the script first so I can get a feel for it,” Dale ventured.

  He groaned at that. Oh yes, Henry had plenty on his plate, but he just needed a little inspiration.

  “Why are you making a mobile dating sim anyways? Don’t you usually make reservation and finder apps?” Dale asked, curious.

  He balled up the instruction manual and used it to balance out the uneven table leg on Dale’s side. “There, looks good to me.”

  Dale gave the desk a critical examination. “You sure? That’s still an uneven desk. What if you accidentally kick the paper or something?”

  “It’s fine. I’m exhausted. We wasted all afternoon doing this.” Plus, he really needed to make some progress on his latest project. “To answer your question, I’m keen on trying something new, and according to statistics, mobile dating games are starting to get some traction here.”

  “Well, whatever. If you want to make a pervy game, that’s fine.”

  “What? No. This game will be G-rated, just some foreplay and a kiss at most.”

  “Sure, if you say so. Well, since we’re talking about future plans, I still sing at Dave’s bar. Someday though, Nashville, Tennessee, look out for your mega-successful country music artist.”

  That was the good thing about being around Dale. Dale’s enthusiasm was infectious.

  “Anyway, I’ll get out of your hair. I need to go for an interview,” Dale said, checking his phone.

  Henry showed his friend out the door. “Thanks for the help.”

  “Anytime, although maybe next time, we should really call Wren.”

  Laughing, he shut the door. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn’t had lunch. After fixing himself a sandwich, he piled all his coding books and laptop on his spanking new desk. Well, he preferred something nicer, like a nice hardwood desk since he did most of his work at home. Henry used to do his work at the kitchen counter, but ever since he started helping out his best friend, Wren, with Wren’s online baking business, he realized he wanted a desk for his work.

  He dragged a chair from his dining table and took a seat in front of his new desk. Firing up his computer, he furrowed his brows at the empty document. Henry had spent the past few weeks learning the code for the app, but he wasn’t exactly a writer, although he had a loose plot in mind.

  Maybe a little inspiration would do the trick. He opened his phone and played a game demo he recently downloaded. The narrative was a typical human-shifter romance. He played through the prologue, listless.

  Why couldn’t he be more inspired? Maybe a little hand job might help. Setting his phone down, he pushed his laptop aside, leaned against the desk, and unzipped his jeans. Pulling his dick out, he began working his shaft.

  He thought of the blond, blue-eyed, muscular werewolf in the game, but that didn’t do it for him either. His dick pulsed in his hand, when he envisioned one particular redhead—a gorgeous werebear.

  Shutting his eyes, he saw Spencer in his mind’s eye, so big and solid. Not hard to imagine the Alpha werebear taking off his shirt, revealing nothing but gleaming muscles underneath. Henry groaned, imagining Spencer shoving him against the tree.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered.

  Spencer would smile, fist one huge hand into his shirt, and with one tug rip it to pieces.

  “Look what you’ve done,” he murmured. Henry would pretend to be offended, although he’d probably go and purchase another thin shirt next time, just so Spencer could tear it to shreds again. That ripping sound would be so sexy.

  Spencer wouldn’t apologize. Alphas seldom did, but that was fine. Spencer was into the game.

  “God,” he uttered, beginning to work his dick faster. Just that little fantasy, and his prick stood erect, ready to blow any moment.

  It was a little pathetic that he could only think of the one man who had blown him off for inspiration, but he’d been damn incredibly lonely ever since he’d moved into Snow Valley, leaving his bastard ex-boyfriend behind.

  Well, everyone had their vices, and this was his little secret. He imagined Spencer mounting him against the tree, and him wrapping his arms around Spencer’s waist, before Spencer began pounding him with deep, fast strokes.

  It didn’t take long for his climax to build.

  Squeezing his tip, he gasped, gripping the table with his free hand behind him. Cum filled his fingers. Shit. He didn’t plan on making a mess, but he’d clean—his thoughts were cut off short as he fell backward.

  Henry heard the snick of wood first, the shaky leg of the table collapsing. Yelping, he hit the floor and groaned. Pain streaked up his back. God damn it. What was he thinking? Gritting his teeth against the pain, he managed to take out his phone and speed dialed Wren.

  “Henry, what’s up?” came Wren’s voice.

  He onl
y managed a painful grunt.

  “Jesus, Henry. What happened? Talk to me, please.”

  “Wren,” he managed. “Can you come help me?”

  * * * *

  A few hours later, Henry found himself in the hospital bed. Wren anxiously hovered next to him, juggling a playful baby in the crook of his arm. Wren and he hid no secrets from each other. Wren had been the first friend he ever made in town, and after Wren’s first mate died, Henry had been scared he might be on the verge of losing his best friend.

  Shifters mated for life, and he knew the only thing that kept Wren living was the fact Wren had been about to give birth. Thank God his best friend had hired Cole Mercer to renovate his kitchen.

  “How are you feeling?” Wren finally asked, and Henry noticed the adorable bundle in Wren’s arms had fallen asleep. Tricia wasn’t Cole’s, but the tiny hawk shifter was the last legacy Wren’s first mate had left him. Still, Cole treated and thought of the little girl as his own.

  “Well.” He couldn’t continue. Wren had found him unable to move in his apartment with his pants down. How embarrassing could that be? Good thing Wren wasn’t the sort to make fun of his accidents. Dale, on the other hand, would hold it against him. “Dale and I assembled my desk.”

  Wren let out a huff, his blue eyes narrowed. “I told you to wait for me, didn’t I?”

  “I can’t possibly bother you. You’ve just given birth and you’re newly mated.”

  Wren sat on the edge of his bed. “I’m still your best friend. God, Henry. You have no idea how worried I was when I saw you lying there on the floor. Why did you wait for me to call 911?”