Havermouth, Six Years BeforeRhett was bored. There was just no fun flirting with girls he couldn’t f-k, and the regular social events held by the pack were like inviting a starving man to a feast and then forbidding him to eat. He was surrounded by pretty she-wolves but knew if he went beyond first or second base with any of them without declaring her the Triquetra’s mate, her father would beat the crap out of him.He could feel the eyes of the adult werewolves watching his every move as he danced with Jocelyn. She was laughing up at him, her expression bright and transparently hopefully. She’d danced with Heath before him and would dance with Cameron next.The Triquetra had agreed to pick a girl and cultivate her for a couple of months before dumping her, in the hopes that doing so would mean the end to the stupid social functions that they were forced to attend under order of Abigail. The pressure of finding a mate as Heath and Rhett’s eighteenth birthdays approached was driving th

Havermouth, Six Years BeforeHeath parked on the street and wiped his palms on his jeans nervously, looking at the Salem house through the window.F-k, his stomach was doing flip-flops, making him feel nauseous as he approached the front door and rang the doorbell. What would Rhett’s reaction be? Heath’s fear kept his ribs tight around his lungs and made it hard to draw breath.He heard footsteps from inside, and then Mrs Salem opened the door with a bright smile. “Hi Heath, how are you today?”“Hi Mrs Salem. I’m good thanks.”“Rhett’s taking birthday privileges and sleeping in. I have to go,” she glanced at her watch. “Good luck getting him up.” She grabbed her purse off the hall table and pulled the door shut behind her. He heard her high heels clap over the porch and waited until he heard the car start before making his way through the house to Rhett’s room.He opened the bedroom door and breathed in, relishing the trapped scent of his mate. F-k, he was hard as he stepped into the

Havermouth, Six Years BeforeCameron paused in his sawing to wipe the sweat out of his eyes, automatically scanning to see where Heath and Rhett were at. He frowned as he spotted them through the open door out onto the balcony. Rhett was working at prying up a broken floorboard and Heath squatted beside him, draping his arm over his shoulder, leaning into Rhett and murmuring something into his ear.Rhett’s face lit up, and he looked up from his task to Heath, his lips moving as he replied, their faces so close together that Cameron was sure that they would kiss. Heath’s eyes went to the door and met Cameron’s and he rose to his feet immediately, almost guiltily, walking over to lean in through the door. “Rhett and I thought we’d go grab the take-away and beer so we can work through until dark.”“Okay,” Cameron replied unhappily. He wasn’t invited. Again.“Alright. We’ll be back soon,” Heath turned. Behind him, Rhett was pulling on his t-shirt.Cameron watched as they walked past the w

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe new girl smelled like the roses around the river house, Cameron thought. Not the sharp almost artificial stink of modern roses, but the rich, soft, seductive tones of roses whose origins were hundreds of years old, and which had not been interfered with in the human search for the perfectly marketable product, but which retained their original beauty as nature had intended.Her skin was like a rose petal, soft looking and flawless in texture. Combined with a head of glossy brunette ringlets and blue eyes, she had made his heart stutter the moment that she’d entered the room. She’d edged her way to the empty desk next to him, and slid into the seat, eyes lowered, and her books clutched almost defensively against her chest.She wore an oversized, ugly school jumper, sleeves rolled back, and the fade on her uniform skirt clearly identified it as having gone through the second hand shop several times. She was rounded in the way of a perfectly ripe piece o

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeRhett stared at the girl under the fall of his hair. F-k. He’d laughed off Cameron’s infatuation, but… f-k. He could imagine sinking his teeth into that creamy skin, feeling her tongue on his c-ck, and the smoosh of her curves beneath his body was what wet dreams were made for… She’d be like a marshmallow, and he wanted to lick every inch of her, feel her sticky sweetness melt across his tongue…Get that f-king oversized jumper off her and he imagined that the breasts that it hid would explain the curves of her hips and thighs. Oh, f-k, the thighs on her… He wanted to feel them clench around his face as he gnawed on her clit…He wanted to smear his come over her face, he wanted to make her gag on his c-ck, he wanted to f-k her so hard that he felt her cervix give.He wanted to do things to her, deprived, dirty unnamed things…He was sure that his smile was wolfish, but the girl didn’t seem to notice, blushing and hunching her shoulders, letting her thick,