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Havermouth, Present Time“Not now, Rhett,” Heath sighed.“You knew!” Rhett rounded on him in shock. “You knew that he intended to turn her!”“We can’t,” Heath rose to his feet and located his jeans. “We can’t turn her werewolf, Rhett. The failure rate is too high. She has three werewolves and a vampire as her mates. If we can’t turn her, it is only logical that he will.”“And then what!” Rhett’s fury was such that the words were all but yelled. “We grow old, whilst she stays eternally young?”“Would you rather her grow old and die, when she has the option to be young and live forever?” Heath demanded. “We cannot give her that, but he can!”“What about kids?” Cameron asked. “If he turns her into a vampire, can she still have kids?”They fell into silence, their eyes flicking to Aislen and then away.“I can have kids,” she answered their unspoken question. “Bitch-faced Tabby Cat was speaking shit. I had a miscarriage, that is all. My doctor never said that I wouldn’t be able to have kid
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Havermouth, Present TimeAislen woke when Rhett eased out from under her. She had been lying half over him, her leg thrown over his body and her hand on his chest and muttered her complaint as his movement unbalanced her and let the cooler air touch her skin. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I have a client coming at nine,” he whispered. “I have to go set up.”“Too early.”“I know, but they work afternoons, and it will take a good three hours.”Talen wrapped an arm around her and drew her into the cup of his body. “Sleep some more, Morgana,” he murmured. “You need to rest in order to heal.”“Careful,” Cameron snickered suddenly and Aislen opened her eyes to see that Cameron had saved Rhett from falling over as he put on his jeans. “F-k man, you’re not a good morning person. One leg in each leg hole, right?” Cameron was already almost fully dressed, his shirt hanging open but his jeans and shoes on.“Need coffee before my brain will wake up fully,” Rhett replied.“For f-ksake,” He
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Havermouth, Present Time “We should talk about the river house,” Heath said as they dried off after the shower. She ignored him and concentrated on drying her hair. She didn’t want to talk about it. She had said all that she wanted to say on the topic, and if she said any more, she knew that it would just start another argument. “Aislen,” he sat on the bed in order to put on his shoes. “I know that…” “Heath,” she flicked her hair back. “Don’t. Just don’t. Rhett had a go at me yesterday about accepting that Havermouth is my home and that I’m not going back to Kabramatta, and you guys have raised several times going to stay at the river house. You can’t bully me into it, and you need to stop trying to do so.” His grey eyes met hers and she held them stubbornly refusing to back down. He nodded slowly. “We are your mates,” he said softly. She inhaled and released it slowly. “I love you,” she told him. “I love the three of you. I want to try to make something of this relationship. I a
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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