The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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Chapter Thirty

But I can’t. I continue to whisk the evil froth begins in build in the boil.

AND THE PHONE IS STILL FUCKEN WINGING

“Tuck!” I yell, pointing my wisk toward ads on the couch. “Antwer the phone or her it because I don’t want to hear it ring one more time

Kodi nods.

“Thank you!” I snap tuming back to my eggs and side stepping Qui as he begins to chop the onions.

“Hello?” I hear Koda say into the phone and despite my best effect hot in listen, I cant help but tone in. “Sorry Cher, Shes busy right now king the there of us pelets. And she said to tell you to fuck off”

1 smirk at that, not even bothering to an around as I say. Thank you Koda. Your my new favorite guy

DOMONIC

Roll. That’s all I can see as kods hangs up the phone. Hard on problem–solved. All my blood has just been drained into the floor. The thun

to be frozen in shock at my total panic when Draves hung up on me. Fucking lames has his hand over his mouth as if he might born into la moment, and the two lion shifters aren’t even breathing

She is smiling down at me like a dammed Chesire cat.

In the blink of an eye I have my hand around her throat and her back slammed against the wall

“Hey, hey whoa?” I hear someone say. but I ignore them.

know better than to touch me

she is worth, has the gall to look surprised. “You stupid fucken bitch,”

she croaks. “She doesn’t belong here! you said

to what I am saying now Pack your shit and get the jurk out of this club. And do not come back or rip your goddamned head oft. Consider yourself lucky that I’m not

handprint that I left on her neck. It won’t bruise, afterall, I wasn’t actually choking her. Just sort of anchoring her with

next to her and ripping her away from me. Thank God. “Domonic! You’re

fuck! No! We’re not

her ass out of my office. “Come back tomorrow and we’ll

few deep breaths, I funt mye toward the amused looks of the lions still seated across from my desk, Gryffin doesn’t

Blackjack Creek, Domonic Gryffin winks, heading for the door.

clearing just enough to remember what we were meeting about.

“Wah

many are there?”

Bare, “Three,”

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repeat. Are they all-

me. “One of them

reel back a little in shock and he nods.

Weled as fuck. But two of

and son?” I question, gritting my

then shings. I hadn’t

do. Do

He musts.

call you

tonight.” I sigh heavily as they walk out