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.

than to

is worth, has the gall to look surprised. “You stupid fucken bitch,” I hiss at her,

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

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

her neck. It won’t bruise, afterall, I wasn’t actually choking her. Just sort of anchoring her with a five Tackle grip, but I take a great deal of pleasure in just seeing the marks there.

subt. Suddenly James is next to her and ripping her away

No! We’re not

dragging her ass out

before I head home 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

rage for Blackjack Creek, Domonic Gryffin winks,

my mind clearing just enough to remember what we

“Wah

are there?”

Bare, “Three,”

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repeat. Are

interrupts me. “One of them

a little in

as fuck. But

son?” I question, gritting

appears thoughtful, then shings. I hadn’t thought to check, but

absently. “Whatever you do. Do

He musts.

call you

sigh heavily as they walk out the door. “And thanks again.”