The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 88

Chapter Eighty–Eight

DRAVIN

Demonic A silty feminine voter sounds a Dominic

1 pash agomst his chest to peer behind him and the sight

bothers me: What I don’t lie is the plane she’s giving me in ohrase dispiralone of my being.

shispers, studving my fottures before taming wond

houts, jumping forward to the ow

You’ve got to be hacker kidding me

m Dominica shoulders an be net

up on him. Het dark brown gar Exudes on me and k

I’m sure he can tell how I’m beris

at toward the back of the turke :

to go ahead and in ever be

an, Demooict I want to talk

Tanya tuo an pick out several choice cars of steak

It head in their direction, bell benton latening to myself not to turn around and colect my selections from the butt,

  • boss. Like a physical presence, in

esses into me from behind to soutie ma

bear nothing a blot of

“I take those for you, baby, Domonic’s voice in low and breathe at be reaches an

I mest look relieved, because the dimplied smille be given.

kaloury from my

hands in his

you understand that I

stratbilly glancing around in search of Mos Tama. The more camusudly crowded this munting and I wonder if that mything in

chuckles, side–eyeing me as we step into line

new Alpha I

doing with her?” Somebody

bwening to Placing the meat on the conyor belt,

sigh. The pur of Den

is a newfound doceffe

to feeling. I’m

I don’t belong here a

suspicious onlooker. They were

cool crisp moting hand in land. The num window slides down to

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Chapter Eighty–Eight

emotional the past few days and I wonder if

at worse than normal butun mothers do. Maybe the hond changes in my body are fucking with my Chi. That must be what it is. sandr kann somienna excly pushed around and the old

Tu

leight, pulling ontours

says, diding his body

his arm around my shoulders. It’s thick and

up of him. She hasn’t changed.”

Im led to see Gabriels car is still

to the sting of prying

the store.

picked

use my lips, thinking

tastes and my own. “Whose idea

something you would like. Its tight and spandex and everything Draven.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

his jaw going tight with annoyance. I better

she has something she dying to tell me. The two of us tumble out of

when he passes me the keys. This pack is a lot

throat, his face coloring with something that looks like a blush. “What fuck are you gawking at?” He hisses, fighting a smile as he reaches into

head before taking a seat on my bumper to stare out into the hills behind the town. “I don’t want to live here,” 1 admit, changing the subject

  • been trying to ignore.

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