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Rideten, Present Time“No.” Heath stared at Talen open mouthed. “No.”“I’m very sorry Heath,” Talen put his hand on his shoulder. “But I am sure that you understand that we cannot let Cameron know until after Trayrock. And how the werewolf ceremony is especially important now. We need to tie our family together in order to provide Cameron with a solid support when the grief hits.”“Fuck,” Heath’s knees sagged, and he braced a palm on the kitchen bench.“Heath…” Talen caught his elbow and guided him onto one of the bench seats. “I’m very sorry. This is a shock, I know.”“Jules was…” Heath was numb with shock. “He was the one good father we had between the three of us. In a way…” He fought for the words. “In a way he was the proof.”“The proof?” Talen sat next to him and placed his hand on Heath’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly.“That we could be good parents,” Heath explained hoarsely. “I mean… Cameron at least had a decent upbringing. His parents loved him. Catherine was just… s
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Rideten, Present TimeThe streetlights outside came on combatting the darkness that was seeping into the room despite the candles, and it was odd to see them in normal colors, rather than augmented by magic, Aislen thought as she let Talen draw her back from the bed. He pulled an armchair from where it had been tucked into a corner of the wall and poured her a glass of wine when he poured himself one.She took it hesitantly. “I’m not really supposed to,” she said. “It’s sort of rule number one of pregnancy – do not drink.”“I am aware,” he turned the wine bottle to reveal the label. “This wine has been de-alcoholised. It is a little sweet for my palate, however I thought that we could drink this together whilst the Triquetra mark each other.” He sat on the armchair and drew her down onto his lap.“This feels very pervy,” Rhett commented running his hands through his hair in a very nice display of tattooed bicep, Aislen thought with approval as she settled back against Talen’s chest wi
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Rideten, Present Time Aislen was jolted awake when Talen shot out of the bed to the door. She was nicely nuzzled into Heath and Talen had been a warm spot against her back, his sudden moving causing a draught that was quickly filled when Cameron rolled over and snuggled up. She could hear Talen’s voice through the open door, and the reply of other voices on the other side. Cameron’s hand cupped her breast and his cock nudged against her arse. He rocked his hips suggestively, still mostly asleep. Heath tensed. “Fuck.” “- leave in fifteen,” a woman spoke crisply and in a tone that said there would be no compromise. “Victor’s orders.” “No,” Aislen pressed her face into Heath’s ribs. “Nonononono.” “It’s retaliation,” he decided. “For last night.” “It’s mean,” she grumbled. “Cruel.” “No sex?” Cameron sat up. “That’s not fair.” “You had sex last night. Good sex too, from the holes you left in the covers,” Heath pointed out. “It was good sex,” Cameron was smug. He nudged Rhett. “Hey
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The Pack's Dragon Alpha Cameron
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