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-

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

Michal?

mean Domele didn’t kill him I shout,

before. Trembling and shivering with fear. Although he’s no longer gapped,

is he?”

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

fresh tears. “Do you

deeper than a stab wound should he happen upan Leo. He wont give a damn about feelings coercion.

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than to belleve 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

What the fuck?

eyes namos on him, taking note of the strange sharpness that

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

up from the chair and back against the

in a voler three octaves

Fuck that!

Koda 1 shout.

darting back and forth like a band bust

rope seems to be coming apart around him. The chair groaning

he hacken changing!

and

I saw Marcus change, 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

and Roda is standing there

in a gutteral voice that is nearly

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

when

for Koda’s bare shoulder. “Half beast. He can’t change.

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

sight something is trying to jump out of his

the hell?”

His muscles are bulging and quiring.

its unstable weight..