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The Pack's Secret Keeper Introduction
**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral A frog creaked it’s call from somewhere nearby, joining in the chorus of crickets that buzzed into the night. Aislen could hear the whispered rush of the river, smell the wet earth of its banks. Her head ached and her mouth was parched, the sound of the water tormenting her. Not at her father’s house, she thought groggily. The river was too far from there to be heard like this. She had a bad feeling that she knew precisely where she was. She pried her eyes open, wincing at the glare of the red-toned bedside lights. Her hands were handcuffed together, and the cuffs threaded through the bars of the bedhead. She was in the river house, but not as
The Pack's Secret Keeper The Triquetra
Havermouth High School, Five Years Before The rain had washed the pavement clean, picking out the tiny granules of quartz mixed into the tarmac. The sun was warm through the grey cloud cover, and the pavement steamed, releasing a strong scent of wet stone. A bicyclist rode through a puddle, it’s spray wetting Aislen’s shoes. She glared after the careless rider in irritation. As she crossed the school yard, the number of students increased, pressing in around her, and she thought that her telepathy made it feel like walking through a sink of soap suds, each soapy bubble with its deceptively pretty rainbow of colour stretching over the fragile surface enclosing a student within it, each dome pressing against each other, until the tension built to the inevitable PoP! A gift, her grandmother had called it. The family gift, as old as history, dating back to the oracles that once had been worshipped in temples. Aislen did not agree. Her ability, she called it to herself. Something confus
The Pack's Secret Keeper Heath Gale
Havermouth, Present Time The town was untouched by time as if it had just been yesterday, and not five years before when she had left it, a broken, fragile eighteen year convinced that she was in love. Officially she had won a scholarship into an exclusive art school, jointly paid for by a donation from Zeus Forest Works and the founding families of Havermouth. Unofficially, the Havermouth werewolf pack had sent her away. It had taken hundreds of therapy hours to realize that what she had thought was love was the result of the skilled and prolonged application of gaslighting. Once she had begun to learn just what that was, she had recognized the behavioural patterns. Once she had finished her three years of art school, with help of friends from the therapy group she had changed her name and gotten a job on the other side of the country. She had not visited her parents in Havermouth. She had not left on the best of terms with either parent, but most particularly her father. She not
The Pack's Secret Keeper Turning Good Girls Bad
Havermouth High School, Five Years BeforeReaching the transportable at the very rear of the school grounds was like obtaining sanctuary in a war field. After a day of dodging random touches, fighting her way through classes when her concentration broke and she could not hear the teacher for the thoughts of the thirty students sharing the room with her, and feeling the whiplash of disdain from the werewolf students whenever Heath or Cameron shared her class as they seemed to live for no other purpose than to make her miserable with humiliation, she leaned back against the wall to the side of the art class entrance.The art teacher, Mr Graynor, liked to sneak down the little creek that ran through the back of the oval and have a joint before his afternoon classes, so he was always red eyed and mellow, with no interest in giving his students a hard time. Often, after delivering the content of the class, he would encourage them to take their work outside, so that he could sit in the litt
The Pack's Secret Keeper Cameron Edison
Havermouth, Present Time Aislen picked up a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine from the local drive through liquor store on her way back to the house. She had spent less than a year living there, so it did not feel like home, she thought as she pulled up in the driveway, but it was a near to home as she had. Like many of the houses in the town, it was centuries old, the brickwork showing a craze of cracking from the house settling onto its foundations. The walls were thick and the windows small. There was a small bullnose veranda out front with a beaten up looking rocking chair on it. Unlike its neighbours, it did not have a pretty little garden. Patrick Carter had been a busy man, and after the separation he appeared to have, quite practically, cleared out the garden beds and gravelled over top. Practical, but f-king ugly, she thought with a sigh as she opened the car door and got out, wondering what she would find inside. It was a tiny house, and the inspection didn’t tak
The Pack's Secret Keeper Shut Up And Put Up
Havermouth High School, Five Years Before Cameron and Heath circled like the wolves that they were as Rhett and Aislen joined them at the table in the shelter of a large tree. Aislen could see some of the celtic knotted triangle designs that decorated Rhett’s knuckles had been scratched into the wood of the picnic table. Other than the four of them, the park was empty. “My, my,” Cameron purred, sliding his hand over Aislen’s shoulder to her arm and sending flashes of her shirt buttons popping as he tore the shirt open in order to expose her breasts through Aislen’s mind. “Just look at what was hiding under that f-king ugly jumper, Heath.” He stole Aislen’s cigarette, which had gone out, relighting it and holding it between his teeth as he leered down at her. “We have to work,” Rhett stubbed out his cigarette onto the ground. “This piece we’re working on is worth thirty percent of our grade this term, and we’ve only got four weeks to get it done in, so if you’re going to distract us
The Pack's Secret Keeper Rhett Salem
Havermouth, Present TimeThere was no point to hiding out in her house, Aislen decided, the Triquetra knew that she was there, after all. They had probably been expecting her since her father’s death.Her father only had the cheapest brand of instant coffee in his cupboard, which was the equivalent of drinking bath water, in her opinion. She fixed her hair and her face, popped on a pair of sunglasses, and opened her black lace parasol, before picking her way across the gravel and strolling up the street to the town centre in search of a decent coffee.Her appearance drew attention as she strolled up the main street and she grimaced. In the city, her clothing and appearance drew no attention whatsoever. City street fashion was wide and varied, and of all the fashion-sights to behold, a woman in black was unremarkable. In Havermouth, however, amongst the pastel flowers, plaid, and denim, she might as well wear a flashing neon sign.“Why is she dressed like that, mummy?” A little girl in
The Pack's Secret Keeper The Girl's Bathroom
Havermouth High School, Five Years BeforeAislen felt something small and hard strike the back of her head. She looked up from her sketch pad and felt in her hair, locating a small nut from one of the nearby trees lodged in the curls. She pulled it out thinking it had fallen from a tree or had been dropped by a bird flying overhead, and resumed drawing, only for another to hit her.Laughter stiffened her back. She knew those voices and did not need to turn to look. The table where she was seated was set near a grassy slope where the cheerleaders and jocks liked to spend their lunch time.She had seen the Triquetra there, as she had sat to lunch, but they hadn’t noticed her – or so she had thought – as Heath and Cameron had Lillian between them and were occupied with making out with her and Rhett had been lying on his back just a little way from them, his forearm draped over his eyes.Had she been braver and had she forgiven him for doing nothing when Heath had assaulted her at the par
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