บททั้งหมดของ The Pack's Hybrids: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett stared at the coffee machine as it buzzed and gurgled through the pod. “I don’t want f-king coffee,” he said as the brew hit the bottom of the cup, filling the air with coffee scented steam.“Me either,” Cameron replied dully. He hated the f-king hospital, he thought, after waiting at it with his dad whilst his mother died. He knew this coffee machine well. It was central to all the waiting rooms and wards, where all the visitors came for their brews, or just to spend a few minutes hiding away from the eyes of their sick or injured loved ones, where they could cry without that loved one seeing. The steam was an excellent excuse for red eyes and wet cheeks.“It doesn’t feel right to be drinking f-king coffee whilst Aislen’s in surgery. Oh, my f-king god,” Rhett braced a hand against the counter and doubled over, sucking in deep breaths. “Aislen was f-king shot.”“She will be alright,” Margaret, the mother of the boy, Stephan, who Aislen had saved, sai

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeIt was a small hospital, and the recovery room was all but empty, with only one other patient at the far end recovering from surgery. The boy who Aislen had saved was being wheeled out and the Triquetra and Talen step aside at the door to let them through. His parents followed behind their son and Margery smiled and waved as they passed, before leaning in to speak to her husband in an undertone. Rhett saw the human man glance back, his expression surprised.F-k, he grimaced. His comment in the coffee room hadn’t passed unnoticed.He didn’t have time to dwell on what humans were speculating about their sex life, however, as the nurse stopped by where a curtain screened a bed from the door, but left it open to the nurses’ station further into the room – a precaution against reporters, Rhett thought grimly.Aislen lay on the bed connected to several machines. She looked so small, he thought, wrapping his fingers around the bars of the bed guard tightly, feeli

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett left Cameron to fetch bedding from inside Aislen’s house and sat on the rocking chair where Talen had seduced Aislen in front of them, rocking and blowing out smoke. He could hear Cameron answering Tyler’s questions, and the TV in the background. It was shitty of him, he knew, to leave Cameron to take care of everything by himself, but he just couldn’t handle the questions, or holding a conversation with Tyler. He felt ragged, raw, and on the edge of breaking.He smoked three cigarettes whilst Cameron made trips into and out of the house, before his red-haired mate pulled the door closed and ran his hands through his hair. “I think I have everything,” Cameron fretted.“It looked like half the house,” Rhett flicked his butt into the gravel and rose to his feet, crossing to put his arms around Cameron, his hand stroking up Cameron’s neck to cup his skull, bringing Cam’s head to his shoulder whilst Rhett pressed a kiss into the disarray of his curls and

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeTalen almost laughed out aloud, relief crossing into hysteria, exacerbated by a restless night with little sleep. He stroked Morgana’s hair almost compulsively, needing to feel her under his hands.The nurse took the jug off the tray table and poured a small amount of water within, before offering Morgana a straw to drink through. “Here, just a little and we’ll see how you go,” she let Morgana take a mouthful before withdrawing it, taking it cautiously considering that Morgana had a stomach wound, Talen surmised. “How are your pain levels?” She distracted Morgana from the fact that she hadn’t be able to quench her thirst.“Hurts,” Morgana’s complaint was mild, the lingering effects of the sedative tugging at her consciousness so that she was bewildered and heavy eyed. “But okay. Fuck, the police shot me,” she was affronted by that.“Friendly fire, they said,” the nurse replied matter-of-factly.“Wasn’t very friendly from this side of the bullet,” Morgana r

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before“We don’t know who gave the order,” Heath explained to Morgana sliding a look at Talen, who raised his eyebrows, offering nothing in return.Talen did not know, but he trusted Tony to find out.During his time away from the hospital Talen had returned to Morgana’s house by the rather round-about route of one of the shops in the main street, purchasing a new top and change of underwear and socks. He had fed from Tyler, in between answering his friend’s many, many questions, and listening to him recount his adventures answering Morgana’s door in Talen’s absence, before showering and dressing in the slightly too-tight clothing, and he had called Tony.“Talen,” Tony had answered on the third ring. In the background, Talen heard machinery and placed his friend and manager on site at Zeus. “How is your mate?”“She is still unconscious, although they hope she will soon awake. How does your investigation go?”“I am close,” Tony replied. “I feel like I should chang