The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1. No Mates

Chapter Thirty–Five

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I stiffen at her words. The Tes you wil burrowing in my chest and digging a grave there. Gathering all of my inner strength, I loosen my hold on her to take a step back. Her eyes are wide, open emerald pools that sparkle with unshed tear. I open my mouth to confess what I am to her and then close it. The vulnerability in her pase being too full of emotion for me to chance telling her right now,

I don’t want her to be scared of me,

The image of that lustful fire of her eyes when she looks me, being bonked with fer has me wanting to move a bit slower.

I think she knows what I am. I’m pretty sure she’s fed it out, but just in case she lost. I’m going to keep my secrets for now.

How comfortable are you with working tonight, knowing your stepfather is all but an hour away?” I ask Knowing the news of his arrival keeps her away from the bar and maybe even safely tucked in my arm for the night, because if she decides not to go in- then I will say someone to Blackjack Creek in my place. But if she chooses to go in -1 will be head into the mountains with Rainier and Koda inste

She swallows, stepping away from me with contemplative eyes that have enough calculation in them to worry me. You said you have eyes they’re watching him?” She mumbles, stepping toward the shade switch on the wall and flipping it to stare out at the dense fog of the afternoon

“They are, I say, not mentioning my plant.

“Do you think panther shifters have supernatural eye–sight?”

Thave to chuckle at that. “You mean like see through the fog better than a human see through the log better than a panther? Because I promise there’s nothing supernatural about it. It simply is what it is. What a panther can do – he can do. But cols in that form.

With her back to me, I am forced to watch the narrowing of her eyes in the reflection of the windows. “And what can you do?? She asks, and I grit ny teeth.

With a sigh, I shake my head, not ready for her to spin on me and call me a monster can protect you, is what

“But that’s all, isn’t it. You won’t go any farther than that,” she says. “That’s all your willing to offer me

I wince, not entirely sure what she’s referring to. “Draven-”

says, cutting me off. “I

do

end those fackers at the book tonight. And about how in the days to follow, Draven will be free to leave. She doesn’t know it yet, but she doesn’t need the money, because I will pay for

her slowly, placing my hands on the glass of the window and caging her in. She’s my

be,” is

my arm around her, will sheet?

the glass, she says, “I am though.” 1 grimace, my arms fallingly to my sides. She ens around and places her dainty hands on my chest Then, raising up

entire body shudders, and I pull her toward me by her hips. ‘Stry with me tonight I practically beg her, dipping my mouth toward her earlobe, where I swirl and nibble

my phone

my back pocket

releasing her and stepping

Speak of the devil, say, watching Draven carefully as she pretends

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Hlavčane time of on till on the cabin, but the gory a heading pour direction

will be ready for him on the

19, Leye Draven, the’s looking a little ton peaked for my liking.

harsh breath. Tid I hear

“Yes, Your stepfather brought a friend”

doctor. He

the doctor who tried to change her mother into a shifter. The doctor that apparently cha Have you see him before?”

surpose, her

tage. That1

more feral. Tiny Esta clenched, then fairly seething with anger. “No,” the snaps. Her greet

anything for some time alone

but not because she’s some bellen damel. On the contury. Her fear is consistent with the majority of her species in bring naturally

Trying to change her. Making her