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

my hands in his and tugging toward the debut counter.

in you understand

Mos Tama. The more camusudly crowded this munting

side–eyeing me as we step into line befund a

new Alpha I hear

with her?”

bwening to Placing the meat

sigh. The pur

is a newfound

to feeling.

don’t belong

wondering at this any shipped stars or suspicious onlooker.

into the cool crisp moting hand in land. The

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Chapter Eighty–Eight

feeling horribly emotional the past few days and I wonder if

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 Depren would ban answered those nosey shoppers inside

Tu

leight, pulling

says, diding his

his arm around my shoulders.

up of him. She hasn’t changed.”

the cottage. Im led to see Gabriels car is still gone and most of my neighbors

feeling up to the sting

braded to the store. “I forbid to get

picked it

thinking that

between her tastes and my own. “Whose idea

spandex and everything Draven.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Talu

going tight with annoyance. I better

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 us tumble out of the car and head straight for the house, leaving the boys

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

his throat. He notices me staring and clears his throat, his face coloring with something

chuckle, shaking my 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,

  • been trying to

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