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.

the kaloury from my

hands in his and tugging toward the

in you understand that I

I grumble, stratbilly glancing around in search of Mos Tama. The more camusudly crowded this munting and I

step into line befund a couple

Alpha

doing with her?” Somebody rhr

pui bwening to Placing the meat

pur of

newfound

to feeling.

I don’t belong here a

suspicious onlooker. They were nice to me? Whers dumped?

crisp moting hand in land. The num window slides down to sewal £nlys

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Chapter Eighty–Eight

horribly emotional the past few days and I

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 Depren would ban answered those nosey shoppers inside the more with

Tu

leight, pulling ontours and

his

shoulders. It’s thick and packed with

him. She hasn’t changed.”

of the cottage. Im led to see Gabriels car is

I’m not feeling up to the sting

braded to the store. “I

picked it out

thinking that there’s a

tastes and my

Its tight and spandex and everything Draven.”

his jaw going tight with

meets my eyes in the side–view mirror and catch her silent squeal of excitement that says she has something she dying to tell me. The two of

behind my car, unlocking the trunk when he passes me the keys. This pack is a lot bigger than ours was, comment, counting at least twenty homes on this

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

my bumper to stare out into the hills behind the town. “I don’t want to live here,” 1 admit, changing the subject th

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