The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Thirty–Nine

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Let me go!” I his. “I don’t want to leave him!”

Koda’s arms close around me, sealing my back against his chest. I can feel the steady rum of his heartbeat as he maneuvers me down the compuniunway. The mun is much too calm for my liking

Howie Domonic do this!

“If you don’t let me go, lil bite you!” I screech, attempting to lower my teeth to his forearms

Koda laughs heartily, tossing me up over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes. Hauling the down the steps and into the state room, he tosses me onto the bed

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap, jumping up to show him in the chest, “Win is steering this dain thing?”

11s on autohelm. She’s steering hemel,” he says softly, his dark blue eyes twinkling with assement.

Autohelm? So we’re

We’re not just heading out

“Where are we going?” I ask, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.

gns, Red Wolf Island.”

he hell is that?

I cant my head, “Where the hell is that?

He shrugs then spins around heading for the door. “You’ll be saly there

“What do you mean?” I startle, nunining past him to block the door. “Are you loving na on an island?”

shake his head. “No”

Hugging my arts to my chest, I shiver. “So the Domanie-

join in tomorrow,” he soothes, his face softening. “Michael is still in the mess the informs me, shoving past me with a twinkle in

Michal?

Domele didn’t kill him

the main hall to stare at the swinging kitchen door. Taking another deep breath, I push into the space Michael sits the same as he did before.

he?” He

seat in front of him, much like

his eyes filling with fresh tears. “Do you think

deeper than a stab wound should he happen upan Leo. He wont give a damn about feelings coercion. Spending extra time giving a fuck about why someone chose to do the horrible

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as he claims to be,” Michael says chillingly, his ry taking on a strange

What the fuck?

note of the strange sharpness that seems to have end his once dull

back a bit as Michel’s for begins to take on a strangely different am Muscles contorting, knitting, coiling, his smile widening. The rope binding him

1 clamor up from the chair and back against the far wall, “w

Michael growls out in a voler three octaves

Fuck that!

Koda 1 shout.

Don’t call him” Michael seethes, his tongue darting back and forth like a

groaning against his weight. His eyes are slanting

he hacken

back and away from him. “Whats

is happening to Michael is different somehow. He is panting with the effort his body is making

the mess hall swings open and Roda is standing there wearing only hiss and a half smile,

me in a gutteral voice that is

purpose!” I plea, scambling up onto my feet. neech help! Maybe”

when I get

to him? It wam, grabbing for Koda’s bare shoulder. “Half beast. He can’t change. Just knock him

Roda ignores me, his eyes are glued to Michael and when I shift my gaze back to the chair I see that Michael is

the look, the sight something is trying to jump out of his

hell?” hiss

are

its unstable weight..