All Chapters of The Pack's Dragon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Havermouth, Present TimeThe realization that their sex-play had resulted in him being tied down to be pierced just as they had tied Aislen was a shock to Cameron. Whilst for him, it was just fun, Rhett had gotten his consent for the piercings, and Cameron knew that he could break free at any time – the more he compared his position as Rhett pierced him, the more he thought about Aislen in the same situation.He had known that she was afraid at the time. Angry and afraid, but he’d been angry and afraid too and desperate for something to work and for Aislen to surrender to being the Triquetra’s mate. Still… a part of him had also enjoyed her distress. There had been a malicious vindictiveness to it – that she was suffering as she had made them suffer. He had felt powerful and alpha laughing down at her. And, in his mind, they hadn’t been harming her – it was just jewelry after all, and Rhett was a professional.It was incredibly difficult to think that they had done that to her. It hor

Havermouth, Present TimeCameron came into the bathroom as Heath stepped out of the shower and sighed. “Shit. I was hoping for a quickie in the shower,” he complained upon seeing that Heath was out. “But I had to help get breakfast back to jail.”Heath rubbed a towel through his hair. It was getting a bit shaggy, he noted, and debated whether to cut it or let it grow. He had kept his hair short for the past five years to avoid looking like Charlie, but the length had surpassed any similarity to his father, and he quite liked how it looked on him. In the same vein, his jaw held a glitter of stubble that rasped beneath his fingers as he ran them over it and where he would normally shave it away, he decided to leave it in place. The rougher look went with the scars on his chest and the new piercings through his nipples, after all, he thought ruefully, rubbing his hands over the scar tissue.He was coming to terms with the scars, growing in confidence that they weren’t a detraction from h

Havermouth, Present Time“Are you enjoying yourself?” Talen arched an eyebrow at Tyler as he entered the hallway and his former blood slave peeled himself away from his mate.Tyler grinned, unrepentant, dragging his finger up Izeikiel’s throat to caress his bottom lip with a leer. “Very much,” he purred leaning into his mate, before stepping back. “How about yourself?” Tyler fell into step with Talen, leaving Izeikiel still leaning against the wall, the vampire weak-kneed as he recovered.“Hmm,” Talen shook his head in amusement. “Not as much as you, apparently.”“Standing guard over a hallway is boring work,” Tyler replied. “You have to make your own entertainment. Next door,” he added as Talen paused by the first. “You’re looking for Meguitte I’m guessing?”“Yes.”“The bald-headed and tattooed vampiress is in with her,” Tyler told him. “She’s really something.”“Ahh,” Talen nodded. “Delwyn.”Tyler fell back as Talen opened the door into the laboratory. Delwyn, Meguitte, Connery and

Havermouth, Present Time“I think I’m dying,” Rhett announced blowing out his breath. “How is it possible that one small espresso causes this much woe?” He felt sweat break out on his forehead and braced a hand against the stall walls as his body arched into another expelling of what it was convinced to be poison.“Well, you did eat rather heavily for breakfast,” Talen reminded him gently. He had braided Rhett’s hair back from his face, handed him a handful of wet paper towels, and now filled the stall doorway with his shoulders as he watched as Rhett flushed away the coffee-scented bloody evidence of his experiment.“Yeah.” The toilet bowl had looked like a murder scene, something that Rhett found quite entertaining now that the worst of his vomiting was over. He hoped. He closed the lid and sat down on it, feeling weak in the aftermath.Talen walked over to wet more paper towel in the sink, bringing it back, and tilted Rhett’s head back with his fingers before gently wiping the towe

Havermouth, Present TimeAfter his visit with Charlie, Heath needed to calm down. He changed into work out wear and went down to the army bunker to work out using their gear, thinking to sweat it out. He found Rohan already there. They worked out side by side in companionable silence for half an hour before Rohan took a break and retrieved two bottles of water from the glass fronted fridge.“So…” Rohan said as he sat on the weight bench across from Heath. “How’s things?”Heath took a mouthful of water scrutinizing his friend. “What’s up?“About the meeting yesterday… Look, I’m sorry, eh?” Rohan glanced around them, making sure that they were alone and would be unheard. “I didn’t mean to…”“I know,” Heath interrupted. “It’s fine.”“Nah, it’s not,” Rohan shook his head. “I have to be upfront about some things, Heath. When we adopted Julian, we started preparing for the Triquetra’s purpose. I did some things that I shouldn’t have done to raise the money to build our bunker,” he told him