The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Sixty

Ja Emily and I come down the stairs the unmistakable sound of two people arguing the up the ball. I can hear multiple voices shouting profanities that bonne off the glass walls to rest between my ears, triggering a sense of urgency in me that ignites something i to maternal instinct in my blood.

The

diting? 1 ask, glancing hark at Emily before running down the renting steps to come to a screeching halt inside the living room

Quinn on his back and Roda on top of him slamming his Est

Quinn’s face. Bart, Grant, and Lief are standing back and watching like

things idions. Why aren’t they stopping this? Fury age inside of me at the sight. This is not night. This has to stop

The peto of fear that falls from Emily’s lips is what does it for me.

I shout so loudly the sound rings through my ears. “Stop

that NOW!

To my surprise

• of them Eierses. Even Koda whose rig is in d swing–stops to stumble back and away from Quinn on the ground

“Base racks into a grande ashes toward me, his arms open for a lug

I hold my hand out, stopping him mid–stri

pping over broken pieces of the coffee table, I make my way toward

at the center of this cus

Cueto tell me what the fuck is going on here? Is “Since when are you both sole?

Koda is seething, but he says nothing as he exits the room, storming out the back doer and into the storm

“Where the hell is he going?” 1 scap.

Quinn, his lips bloody and his face all as my own, gins at me from the ground. “Just a little brotherly love, my queen

“Senously?” I hiss. “You better get up to your room and stay there so that you don’t have to explain yourself yes again,” I say, throwing my head back in a gesture toward Emily

“Right,” he says softly before lifting himself effortlessly off the floor and onto the

Bart’s voice sounds behind me and I finally turn around so that he can envelope me in his arms. Tm so glad you’re okay. I wish I had been allowed to deal with the bastard myself. But, you know how it

actually,

charge of their

should,” Limbles and

she did,” Grant says with approval,

my gaze traveling over the room. “Should I ask what they were

seat on the sofa and

on the back of his head. “You guys are going to get this mess up first and Emily and I are going to set the table and serve the

dark twinkling. So nice to meet you. You are lovely.”

at Emily, but I notice the hardly paying attention. Her eyes seem fixed on the backdoor, her und stuck at least I think–ep the wood that walked out of it

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Chapter Sixty

My bedroom light is on and two feminine shadows play over the shades. I smile to myself

only curvier than the blond, but there isn’t a world out there in which

way the m

Just watching from

I gave him the information I had on the good doctor and Marcus and he allowed me to recruit

the edge of the wharf, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he stares hauntingly out into

get my message? I ask. Referring to the group text I sent to all pack members save for him. His old phone and my old phone were lost at sea with our three–hundred–thousand dollar powerboat. The

me. Did you bring me a new phone?

tossing the device to him over my shoulder as I tie up the boat. “I heard you got into with Quinn,” I remark, coming to stand behind him, my eyes scanning the open water. The waves are calm. Not even a wisp of fog remains. Strange, but preferable.

which says enough. He doesn’t want to talk about it and I dont particularly feel like prying tonight. Not after everything that happened

at the station.

he says softly, taking another

[hiss. “What did Bartlett

Draven “no- any

to argue, then I realize, what’s the point. He may be right. But my plan is to make sure she doesn’t ask to stay. My plan is to make her want to leave. “She

know.” Then, “Did you smell

you going to sleep tonight? Are you

he nods. “I’ll

with what I’m going to have to do to get Deaven to leave. As far as I know, she doesn’t realize that she’s my mate. She doesn’t even know what a mate is and I need to keep it that way, But tonight, I’m going to lay with her one last time and try to burn the memory of the way it feels to hold her into the flesh of my arms.

mark her, she’ll heal faster and be stronger.

enter the dark space of the living room. Marking her would do a number of things for her as well as for me. It would bond us. Essentially marrying us in the eyes of all shifters. Any wolf that encountered her after, would know she belonged to an Alpha. It would also alter her chemical make–up. Making her human body stronger, faster… more dazzling. If that last part is geen possible. She’s pretty fucking incredible already. My mark would also let me know the moment she was in danger. It would grant me a sort of sixth sense for what she was feeling. I would know if she were sick, or God forbed, if

keep her that much

because I’ve already arranged a Hace for her to live. Besides, the carries my scent and in theory, it should carry for up to fifty miles. So should I ever

is depressing enough to crush into my chest like a

after I push her out. But I have a plan for that

that I would experience, at our being apart, would increase