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.

better than

gall to look surprised. “You stupid fucken bitch,” I

croaks. “She doesn’t belong here!

your shit and get the jurk out of this club. And do not come back or

It won’t bruise, afterall, I wasn’t actually choking her. Just sort of anchoring her with a five Tackle grip,

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

No! We’re not

Go get your things, James says, half dragging her ass out of my office. “Come back tomorrow and we’ll help you find another

or I might nail a few pedestrians on my way. Taking a few deep breaths, I funt mye toward the amused looks of the lions still seated across from my desk, Gryffin doesn’t seem half as upset as James had been. He chuckles and do the rest of his drink before standing up

rage for Blackjack Creek, Domonic Gryffin

just enough to remember what we were meeting about.

“Wah

are

eyes Bare,

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I repeat. Are

he interrupts me. “One of them is

back a little in shock and he

fuck. But

and son?” I question, gritting my

shings. I hadn’t thought to check,

absently. “Whatever you do. Do not let them

He musts.

call you t

walk out