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 need the

do

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 any and everything she needs for as long as she lives. Even if I don’t get

the window and caging her in. She’s my eyes in the

jaw clenches, “Don’t be,” is all

arm around

around and places her dainty hands on my chest Then, raising up

‘Stry with me tonight I practically beg her, dipping my mouth toward her earlobe, where I swirl and nibble and penly. punish myself

of course, my phone rings

my back pocket

it,” ron, releasing her and stepping away

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

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me earlier. About the doctor who tried to change her mother into a

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with tage.

Tiny Esta clenched, then fairly seething with anger. “No,” the snaps.

give anything for some time alone with that

yes, Doven in scared of her stepfather, but not because she’s some bellen damel. On the contury. Her fear is

Trying to change her. Making