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-”

work,” she says, cutting me off.

do

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 any and everything she needs for as long as she lives. Even

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

jaw clenches, “Don’t be,” is

and close my arm around her, will sheet?

to my sides. She ens around and places her dainty hands on my chest Then, raising up on her tip–toes, the kisses my jawline. “But not for the reasons you

practically beg her, dipping my mouth

my phone rings

my back pocket

it,” ron, releasing her

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

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the gory a heading pour direction in one of those Mark sedans. What do you want us to

be ready for him

looking a little ton peaked

breath. Tid I hear you

nod, “Yes, Your stepfather brought

His doctor. He mud

back to what the told me earlier. About the doctor who tried to change her mother into a shifter. The doctor that apparently cha Have you see him before?” I questions.

surpose,

tage. That1

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

anything

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

meither. Trying to change