บททั้งหมดของ The Pack's Hybrids: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCameron snorted himself wake when he ended up facedown in a warm spot that still held the scent of Aislen. “Hey,” he complained rolling back onto his side and then grinning as he saw that Talen lay on his back with Aislen straddling him.“Nudge Rhett if you want morning sex,” Heath met Cameron’s eyes over Talen’s chest with a grin. “I’m in on this.”“But Rhett’s a bitch in the morning,” Cameron pouted as he rolled to face Rhett who had his back to them, and had more than half of the bed. He wriggled across the mattress and curled himself around his dark-haired mate, pressing his face into Rhett’s hair and breathing in his sleep-heavy, slightly smoky scent.“Am not,” Rhett muttered without unfurling from his foetal position as Cameron slid his hand over his side, around Rhett’s bed-warm belly to his morning-hard c-ck.“Suck me off then,” Cameron grinned against Rhett’s brightly coloured shoulder blade knowing what his mate’s response would be.“Suck yoursel

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeRhett and Cameron’s banter moved swiftly between locker room, mocking, and flirtatious, Talen thought as he finished the edging in the master bedroom. They were, however, fully distracted, painting their way around the house from the outside.Talen took the opportunity of their distraction to grab his phone and move into the smaller of the two bedrooms, where Tyler had spent the night and where Talen had spent his first, very pleasurable nights with Morgana.“I love you. I do not want to lose you.” Heath’s plea to Morgana had touched a nerve. Thaelen remembered saying almost the same words hundreds of years before to Gera as he had fought through his final days of life.It gave him insight to the blonde werewolf’s mental state, and it was a fragile one filled with pain and suffering.“Mhm,” he hummed out his sigh heavily and called Tony.“Talen,” Tony answered on the fifth ring.“Is there an update?” Talen wondered. “On Patrick Carter’s death?”“A visual m

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeHe had known, he told himself, that the topic of those three days would come up eventually. Talen had let him know that he knew what they had done, at least to some extent, if not the details. He suspected that the vampire was waiting for the subject to arise between the Triquetra and Aislen, but she had been avoiding it just as much as Heath had been, just as much as Rhett and Cameron had been.It was her tone of voice more than the words that threatened to undo him, the raw, pained anguish of it. She did not want to speak of it, any more than he did, but the words had come from a place of need, a place of pain. A place that he had created.“I’m sorry,” he barely breathed the words, but they were delivered with sincerity and meaning. He reached over the center console to take her hand, wanting it back on his thigh, wanting the contact between them, hoping that through his touch, through her ability, she could feel his pain and that he meant his apology. S

Havermouth, Two Weeks BeforeCharlotte was sitting on her porch shelling peas. Her dark hair was severely braided back from her face, the tail sitting over her shoulder. She wore faded jeans, a shirt with a floral print, and the military boots that she seemed to favor, along with an expression of irritated disdain as they approached.“You’re early, Heath. You don't normally come until later in the month,” Charlotte drawled as Heath drew to a stop two meters from the porch, respecting her preference for him to keep his distance. From his position, he could see that the roof of the house was covered in bird shit, and he saw sparrows slipping in and out of the gaps in the shingles, nesting.Charlotte loathed him, and he knew it in the same way that, five years earlier, he had known that she had wanted to be f-ked by him, body language and scent. It was because she had wanted to be f-ked by him, that she loathed him now. Aislen wanted to see Charlotte as a victim, but Heath knew that it w

Havermouth, Present Time“F-k it didn’t work!” Aislen struck the wall in despairing anger.Talen looked up from Heath. “Little demon,” he said leaning back onto his elbow and hip and reaching out his hand to her. His eyes were red and his lips and teeth stained with Heath’s blood.Aislen stepped into the room, closing the door behind her and took his hand, letting him draw her down between him and Heath whose eyes were closed to just slits, the green gold of his wolf glimmering between his eyelashes. She reached out and touched his cheek and Heath turned his face into her palm, pressing a kiss to her skin before sighing heavily, his eyes closing fully.“Daddy?” Aislen whispered, alarmed.“This is a normal part of the process, Morgana,” Talen murmured into her ear. “He has lost a lot of blood, and although I am feeding him my own in return, it takes time for the magic to work the transformation and it does require his body to begin to shut down in order to allow the vampirism to take e