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

in his and tugging toward the

understand that I will

The more camusudly crowded this munting and I wonder if that mything in die wo

we step into line befund a couple tocing a fir

the new Alpha I hear

he doing with her?” Somebody rhr

furrows in aritution, my pui bwening to Placing the meat on the

sigh. The pur of

is a newfound doceffe

to feeling.

don’t belong here

onlooker. They were nice to me? Whers

into the cool crisp moting

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Chapter Eighty–Eight

few days and I wonder if females

That must be what it is. sandr kann somienna excly pushed around and the old Depren would ban answered those nosey shoppers inside

Tu

pulling

his

my shoulders. It’s thick

up of him.

Im led to see Gabriels car is still gone and

not feeling up to the sting of prying eyes.

before we braded to the store. “I

“Emily picked it

thinking that there’s a

tastes and my own. “Whose idea

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

tight with

approving nod. She meets my eyes in the side–view mirror and catch her silent squeal of excitement that says she has something she dying

This pack is a lot

throat, his face coloring with something that looks

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, changing the

  • have been trying to ignore.

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