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-”

to work,” she says, cutting me off. “I need the

do

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 any and everything she

of the window and caging her

“Don’t be,” is

my arm

me in 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 on her tip–toes, the kisses my jawline. “But not for

I practically beg her, dipping my mouth toward her earlobe, where I swirl and

course, my

my back pocket

releasing her and stepping

Draven carefully as she pretends cot to ear hustle

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human. Hex on the nose, Hlavčane time of on till on the cabin, but the gory a heading pour direction in one

myself. “Tat him come. Raider will be ready for him on

the’s looking a little ton

breath. Tid I

stepfather brought a friend”

widen. His doctor. He mud

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

surpose, her

tage.

way more feral. Tiny Esta clenched, then fairly

green g uld give anything for some time alone with that

to hurt lon. I 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 the majority of her species in bring naturally afraid of the predator

far meither. Trying to change her.