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-

mess the informs me, shoving past me with a twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you can use him

Michal?

didn’t kill him I shout,

swinging kitchen door. Taking another deep breath, I push into the space Michael sits the same as he did before. Trembling and shivering with fear.

is he?” He

taking a seat in front of him, much like I did before. “What did

fresh tears. “Do

say he is – then me hell be dne,” lie. I bighly doubt Demonic will be considering anything deeper than

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my lib. “Unfortunately isn’t as innocent as he claims to be,” Michael says chillingly, his ry taking on a strange feral glow, “None of us are,” he chuckles and then shakes himself as if surprised by his cun tone. “I–I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

What the fuck?

sharpness that seems to have end his once dull

Muscles contorting, knitting, coiling, his smile widening. The rope binding him to the chair goes taut about his waist and he grows out in pain.

up from the chair and back against the far wall,

three octaves deeper than

Fuck that!

Koda 1 shout.

back and forth like a band bust untie me

to be coming apart around him. The chair groaning against his weight. His eyes are slanting upward and inward. His face

he hacken changing!

God,” 1 hiss, stumbling back and away from him. “Whats wrong with you?”

I noticed his hands always went first, Whatever is happening to Michael is different somehow. He is panting with the effort his body is making to expand while tied down. His face is stuck in an almost half shot. No fur nor teeth. Just

Roda is standing there wearing only

in a gutteral voice that is nearly

he’s doing it on purpose!” I plea, scambling up onto my feet. neech

bitch Michael gods is my direction as his nose pulls upward in a snart. am going to kill you when I get

for Koda’s bare shoulder.

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

without the fangs to complete the look, the sight something is trying to jump out of his skin. His chair

hell?”

little creepy. His muscles are bulging

with its unstable weight..