The Pack's Secret Keeper, The Havermouth Pack Series Book 1.
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Some secrets tie you together, others break you apart. Havermouth is a town of secrets and telepath Aislen Carter knows them all. In a town of werewolves and vampires, being the one who knows their secrets can be powerful and dangerous. New to Havermouth, eighteen-year-old Aislen Carter attracts the attention of the Triquetra, a trio of alpha werewolves, and their relationship is a tangled mess of secrets, shame, sex, and misery until Aislen is awarded a scholarship that offers her a future free of Havermouth and the pack. Five years later, after the death of her father, Aislen Carter returns to Havermouth to settle his estate. Renewing her relationship with the Triquetra is not on Aislen’s “to do” list, nor is a sexy Daddy Dom vampire, however fate has other plans. Will the secrets they all keep save them, or destroy them? Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing dubious consent, violence, and assault.
Chapter 1
Aug 28, 2025
The River House, The Day After the Funeral
A frog creaked its call from somewhere nearby, joining in the chorus of crickets that buzzed into the night. Aislen could hear the whispered rush of the river and smell the wet earth of its banks. Her head ached and her mouth was parched; the sound of the water tormenting her. Groggily, she realized this was not her father’s house. The river was too far from there to be heard like this. She had a bad feeling that she knew precisely where she was.
She pried her eyes open, wincing at the glare of the red-toned bedside lights. Her hands cuffed together, were threaded through the bars of the bedhead.
She was in the river house, though not as it had been, she thought as she looked around. The river house of her teen years had been dusty, riddled with spiderwebs, long abandoned, with no power. The wallpaper had been peeling from the walls, and there had been the strong smell of mildew from carpets mouldering from a leaking roof.
She lay on a wrought iron bed dressed in black satin. The roof had been repaired and vaulted in tidy squares. A black chandelier twisted from the ceiling rose. The walls were covered in something black and velvety, an invitation to touch them. There was a black bookcase against a wall, the shelves heavy with books. An artist’s desk was positioned under the window, a sketchbook open, showing snarling gargoyles. She recognized the workmanship.
The ensuite door opened and he stepped out, dressed in unrelieved black from head to toe, the sleeves of his shirt folded back to reveal the brightly coloured tattoos on his forearms. He brought with him a glass of water.
“Lift your head,” he said, cupping her skull with one long-fingered hand as he held the glass to her lips. She drank, relieving the dryness in her mouth, whilst scenes of a bright light and him, bent over, holding a tattoo gun in his gloved hand flashed through her mind. “I’ll undo you. You can use the toilet. If you cause trouble, Aislen, I’ll put an adult diaper on you.”
“What the fuck is this?” She demanded.
“Are you going to behave?” He held her eyes with his. His inky black hair fell over his face, the ends brushing over the fingerprint-sized twisted triangle on his cheek. “Believe me, you’re going to want to have an empty bladder.”
“Fuck,” she grimaced. “I’ll behave.”
He took the key out of his jeans pocket and released one of the cuffs.
She lowered her arms, rolling her shoulders to release tense muscles, kneading her fingers into the joint as she slid her legs off the bed. He caught her elbow to steady her as she stood and swayed.
“Easy,” he advised and aided her over to the small bathroom. “Door stays open.”
“Fuck,” she glowered, but unbuttoned her jeans and used the toilet, watching as he moved around the room. He moved a floor lamp over to the bed, positioned it carefully, and turned it on so that its bright light lit the bed, catching in the wrinkles and pulls of the satin cover. As she washed her hands, she saw him lay a towel down and set out a black bag, before standing next to the bed.
“Whatever you’re thinking,” she said, warily, as she returned, “I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
“You’re not meant to,” he replied, his tone cool. “Undress and get on the bed.”
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