The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Ninety–Nine

DRAVEN

When we arrive at the airport, the SUV rolls toward what appears to be a private gate. Although Jason has lowered his gun, the damn thing is still pointed at me and I know without being told that any sidden movement will get me killed. Almost as if he can read my mind, Jason laughs, sliding closer to me and hanging his free. arm around my shoulder.

“Can’t wait to get you all alone and in chains, princess.”

I have to fight the chills that race up my spine. My entire body wants to retch from the contact and from the words. Instead, I take a calming breath, concentrating on the steady aching of my heart that began the moment we left the confines of the cursed god town called Red W

A man steps up to the SUV to check passports and despite the wild pleading that I pull themagh my eyes when he looks at me, he nods us through. Damn him, the idiot. The SUV proceeds beyond the gate, stopping about a hundred yards from a small, tembly private looking plane.

“Get out,” Thomas mutters. “But don’t forget your pup’s life depends on your good behavior.

I nod stiffy, closing my eyes for a moment as I force my body through the motions, Sivicane will come for me. Dowanle will never atap locking for mor. I know this in my heart and that is the one thing that gives me strength. I’m not going to fight then. I’m going to bide my time. I’m going to be the very sweetest little pet they have, until I can either escape, or Demonic finds me. I don’t give a fuck if it takes me years. I will be with Domonic again. I swear it

I can figure out a way to get

small plane on the private runway. Thomas is at my back and Tason at my side. The bastard is actually pulling me along like we’re a couple, with our gers intermined no less. What a joke. Even the slimy smile he sends my way appears loving. Schooling my features, I try my best to keep my lip from rising in digt of him the way it wants to. Halfway up the air stairs I have the wild notion to shove the bastard over the side, but then, I remind myself that he is a shitter and will no doubt survive the fall. Deuble done it

plane is luxurious and despite the situation I am momentally starstruck. Growing up in Miami I’ve been on my share of luxury yachts, powerboats, limes……. but planes like this one, I have never seen. Six egg shaped cubicles line the cabin, three a side. The seats appear to recline into beds and the privacy panels have little doors. Just how for are we going?

my left and deposits me into the cool leather.

licks his fat pink lips. The fest time I met him was the week

ever feel threatened, or are in need of an

not quite. Study him, I think of all the little snippets of scattered information I’ve gamered about Alphas over the past few weeks. If you ask me he fits the bill. Muscles that bulge and wind with each movement, the authoritative air that pulses around him, the device, the exuberant confidence – all of it

into a fucking psychopath? Who knows and who cares. But then again, the science of evolution shows that every now and then there’s a fuck up in the DNA. So maybe that’s

Yeah. That’s i

Jason takes the cubicle nest to mine and Thomas seats him just behind me. I guess it would be too much to ask for a stewardess to be Jonings on this trip. Still, I’m sure there is a pilot up front, because planes don’t by themselves. So maybe, if these two fall asleep, I can… no, no I can’t Shaking off the thought, I place a hand over my stomach. Think of the baby. Heroes

I unshade the windy as the engines fire in the back and movement commences beneath my seat. The jarring speed of the

off my seat as my vision doubles, bring and folding into itself like the flash of nightmare stepping into my

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