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The Pack's Rebels A Ship For Exile
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeThaelen stood for a long moment looking down at her, fighting with his sense of betrayal, his anger, and his grief. Could he still call it home? He thought bitterly. However, he did not give voice to that ache within his chest, and instead drew in a deep breath and released it.“Thank you, Sigrid. It has been a very busy couple of days. I need to feed, and rest. Can you please arrange accommodations for Harithen?”“Thaelen,” Harithen started and then caught himself, color rising in his cheeks as he realized that protesting about being given separate accommodation to Thaelen in front of Hod, Magnus and Alyra would only put emphasis that it had been requested. “Thank you,” Harithen finished, his tone only slightly resentful. “I had hoped that we might… talk this evening?”“Tomorrow Harithen. You must also be weary,” Thaelen replied. “Sigrid will see to it that you are sent our finest blood slaves to help you settle into your accommodation,” and hope
The Pack's Rebels Disappear With The Night
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeIn the morning, Thaelen slaked his hangover by drinking from Aleris as his attendants tidied the room from the night before, the clink of bottles reminding him of how much wine he had consumed trying to drown out his grief.He bathed and dressed and went down to the bowels of the castle with his attendants, opening the vault which had always existed below, going through room by room of treasures, and having his attendants fill trunks with that which he would take with him.It was a raw and painful experience, and his confused attendants worked in tense silence, picking up on his mood.“Thaelen,” Meguitte entered the treasure chamber as he contemplated jewellery of past queens. “What are you doing?” She wondered watching as a pair of attendants carried a trunk past her, out of the chamber.“I am trying to decide,” he said without looking at her. “What here belongs to Concordia, and what belongs to me.”“It all belongs to you,” she said, puzzled. “D
The Pack's Rebels Family
Concordia, Seven Hundred Years BeforeHe spent much of the remaining week going through his possessions and having them sent to the dock, to where Sigrid had arranged a ship for him. He was pleased with the ship, a mighty vessel made in the modern way, with generous holds, and passenger cabins to make travelling more pleasant. The captain insisted that he take the captain’s cabin, but Thaelen refused.“It would be a waste of effort for you to vacate the cabin, it is a one-way trip for me,” he told the captain, and saw that the man had suspected as such from the expression of sadness on his face. “But I thank you for the offer.”There had been no sign of Harithen in Concordia, and no report of him from the towers on the mountains. Thaelen considered travelling into Greibron in search of the prince, but he did not know where Harithen would have gone, where his allies were located, and the search would have been fruitless and dangerous as Thaelen was too recognizable.Hope was all that h
The Pack's Rebels Will She?
Havermouth, Present TimePhillip Salem held up a hand to Charlie Gale, commanding him to silence. Charlie sneered but said nothing as Phillip stepped out of the meeting room – a sign, Aislen thought with interest, of the shifting hierarchy within the pack?“I will take you to your mates,” Phillip gestured with his hand as if intending to rest it on her back, but she stepped away, avoiding his touch. “How are you, Sigrid?” He inclined his head politely to the vampiress.“Good, thank you, Phillip,” Sigrid’s sweetness was tinged with danger. “How is Abigail after her unfortunate experience?”Phillip did a good job of smothering his grimace, but it was there. “She is recovering.” He led the way away from the curious eyes of the werewolves working. They approached two doors, one turning to the left, whilst the other led directly forwards. The left corridor was all business with no garnish, Aislen thought, but the other hallway was werewolf alpha ego on display, loudly declaring that this w
The Pack's Rebels Doors Closing
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte’s hands shook as she finished the first batch of the explosive mix, spreading the powder out in baking trays and setting them high on a shelf to dry. The mixture would not be explosive without the ignition, which would only be added just before its use, but she did not want anyone to interfere with it at this delicate point of the process. It would not take much to affect the delicate balance of ingredients.As she set the final tray onto the shelf, she braced her palms onto the counter. “Don’t do it Meguitte,” she said under her breath. He’d be thirsty and hungry by now, she argued with herself. And she needed samples.She wrung her hands against each other as she made her way through the warehouse to where the witches were cooking their evening meal. “Can I have some food for the prisoner?” She asked quietly.They gave her a bowl and a cup of tea, which she placed on a tray along with a candle, scissors and the tiny little condiment bowls from the k
The Pack's Rebels Preparing for War
Havermouth, Present TimeSamuel’s expression was sympathetic as he stepped back into the hallway. He would have heard everything, Meguitte knew, and felt her cheeks color. It could have been worse, she told herself, and knowing that he was just outside had helped to prevent worse from happening as even if she had been tempted by Logan’s attempts at seduction, the idea of sex with an audience brought back too many terrible memories.Meguitte picked up the tray. Samuel checked that the cool room door was closed casually as he passed it before resuming his seat. “A tough situation,” he observed, not even pretending not to have heard. “What will you do Meguitte?”She looked down at the tray she held. “I know what I should do,” she replied honestly, raw, and vulnerable. “I should choose the good man, the steady man, the man who has always been kind to me. I should…” She could taste the tears that streaked down her cheeks, the salt bitter on her tongue. “It’s the right thing to do. But…”He
The Pack's Rebels Showering With Rhett
Havermouth, Present Time“Not tonight,” Talen rose from the bed, and Cameron snorted himself awake, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face as he pondered why everyone was out of bed, before realizing that Aislen was there and breaking into a bright smile that fell into dismay.“Holy crap!” Cameron threw back the covers and crawled down the bed, reaching the foot before Talen finished pulling on his trousers so that he reached the door first, pushing past Heath to gather Aislen up in his arms, burying his face into her hair. “I’m so happy to see you, and so scared that you’re here,” he said smothered against her.“You’re naked,” she reminded him, squeezing him back. Naked and hard, his c-ck throbbing against her, his body and mind travelling the fast path between sleep and sex that was so typical of him that she laughed breathlessly, her body responding to the sensual mental images that he always pictured so very clearly.“Not tonight,” Talen repeated as he wrapped the sheet ar
The Pack's Rebels Good Night
Havermouth, Present Time Talen, Heath, and Cameron were sitting against the headboard of the bed with the bedside table light on low when they entered and broke off their conversation as Rhett deposited her across their laps. “There you go,” he declared scraping back his wet hair with one hand as he closed the bedroom door with the other. “She’s slightly damp, but clean and shiny and ready to be played with.” “Mine,” Cameron grabbed her, rolling her under him so that she was pressed in the warm space along Talen’s side with Cameron leaning over her, the light catching in his russet curls. “Hmph,” Talen slid down until his body cupped her side. “Mine, puppy,” he corrected. “Go play with Heath and Rhett.” “Aww,” Cameron pouted but rolled away and over Heath, who grunted in surprise as his red-haired mate made room to kneel between his thighs and sucked his c-ck into his mouth, his hands sliding down Heath’s sides to grasp his hips. Heath’s hand rested on Cameron’s head, his fingers
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