All Chapters of The Pack's Triquetra: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath and Cameron went upstairs and returned with a whiteboard on a stand which Heath positioned before the couch in the snug.Aislen shook her head in amusement as Cameron slid onto the couch next to her and lifted her feet into his lap. “Only Heath would have a whiteboard in his office.”“Only Heath would think that it was acceptable to bring a whiteboard into my snug,” Rhett complained. “It ruins the ambiance.”“I’ll remove it after,” Heath said with dry amusement. “But it will be helpful to have a visual aid.” At the top of the board, he wrote: Aislen’s Enemies.“Oh, wow,” Aislen rolled her eyes. “I’m always the problem.”“Fine,” he used a cloth to wipe the words off and paused for a moment looking at the board and instead wrote: Problems. “Is that better?”“It’ll do,” she stole a grape off the cheese board and popped it into her mouth, watching as he wrote.Who murdered Patrick Carter?Who hexed Aislen?Who has been vandalizing Aislen’s house?What is Ais

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeHeath could see the girl standing forlornly on the balcony. She was caught between the two groups, he thought. She was not friends with any of the werewolves setting up the party around the firepit, and not included in the Triquetra’s huddle in the kitchen. There was something heart wrenchingly lonely about the way that she stood there, her hands on the railing and the wind tugging at her hair.In the river beyond the house there were squeals of laughter as the werewolves stripped down for a swim. The water would be cold, the sun not strong enough to heat beyond the surface and the thrashing of the swimmers would have disrupted that level. However, the swim was not about the water for the werewolves, but rather an excuse to undress, an ice breaker for the f-king to come once they were mellow with alcohol.Most of the couples were new, and were still shy with each other, the sex still unfamiliar and uncertain, thrilling and naughty, as none of the couples

Havermouth, Five Years Before“Come to me,” Heath’s eyes held Aislen’s, and he smiled tightly. Start strong, he told himself, establish dominance, and teach her to obey him. She had singled out Rhett, both in her behavior at school, in letting him be the one to seduce her, but also in calling out for him for protection.Heath needed to fix the power dynamic within the Triquetra that she had disrupted, he needed to teach her the hierarchy.A female mate within a Triquetra had more power than any of her alphas. She was irreplaceable, the vessel by which they guaranteed their lines, and her alphas were meant to be prepared to sacrifice their lives for her wellbeing. She was not meant to have a favorite, but to share her affection and attention equally, however if she did favor one alpha over the others, it had better f-king be the dominant alpha or there would be trouble.With a wild-card like Rhett in his Triquetra, Heath had always known that he would have to work harder to maintain hi

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath’s skin wore a gloss of sweat and come and his biceps bulged as he wrapped his fingers around the hand cuffs that suspended his arms above his head from a fixing point that crossed the bed. He blew out a breath, trying to regain control over himself.“Comfortable?” Rhett purred reaching around Heath’s waist and dragging his nails across Heath’s stomach so that he sucked in response, tensing his stomach muscles. Rhett’s nails carved a path through the come that had turned as gluggy as glue on Heath’s skin.“I don’t think I have another orgasm in me,” Heath confessed, his voice hoarse, shaking his head. “F-k, Rhett.”“I think he has more in him,” Talen replied evilly. He stretched in a decadence of muscle, the chains that still bound him to the bed clanking against the fixing points. He was in a worse state than Heath, liberally coated in come to the point that it clumped his hair together. Heath had an excellent vantage point by which to judge seeing that

Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron surfaced from a deep sleep when Rhett slid into the bed next to him. Cameron was the little spoon in a snuggle between him and Heath and wrapped himself around Rhett breathing in the scent of smoke and old sex that still clung to his other mate’s skin. “You stink,” he muttered as Rhett stroked down his body and closed his hands around Cameron’s c-ck. “And your hands are cold.”“Shut up and kiss me,” Rhett replied.Cameron opened one eye in order to aim his mouth and kissed past the flavor of coffee and cigarettes to that of Rhett, moaning as Rhett stroked his c-ck to hardness. Rhett was unmerciful in his objective, using every trick in his extensive arsenal so that the sleep-dazed Cameron sagged into his seduction, helpless beneath the demands of his body and mate – and Rhett knew it, the dark-haired alpha’s smile wicked and his eyes glowing with his wolf.“Do you want my mouth,” Rhett bit Cameron’s bottom lip, a little love-nip before releasing i