The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Please let me know in the comments if it reading about the other wolves and their mates bothers you. Also… don’t worry – Demonic and Dravens story is far from over, I just thought it might be nice to fill in the blanks a little for the other wolves.

“Yes, this is her, Señor Riotte, the nurse says flirtatiously.

She obviously knows him pretty well and suddenly I want nothing better than to kick the bitch.

“Thanks Lupe,” he says with a wink. “I can take it from here. Tell Timmons to let me know when he’s finished please.

“Absolutely,” she says, smiling all the way out the door.

The moment she exits, he locks the bolt and my eyebrows draw together suspiciously. Something tells me that’s not standard protocol. The Sheriff tims around, his dark obsidian eyes sparkling with heat as he studies me. “Now that we’re alone, let’s not waste one another’s time. Lam Sheriff Rainier Riotte. I am supposed to be taking your statement, but as I’m sure that’s about to be as useless as the frown on your face. I won’t bother.”

theless? Really? Wow, what a jerk. For some reason this man has already judged me as a lesser human. Well, how comforting. This sexy specimen must just be your average stereotypical small town cop. See… can judge too. “Funny, I thought cops were supposed to help people.” I whimper, my voice trembling with sudden emotion. Emotion that I never fall victim to. How dare he? How darrree he? To think. I’m sitting here in a pool of my own lava just because I can see the outline of a thousand muscles behind the ugly brown of his uniform and the only thing he wants from me is my frown??? “I was shot at by my boyfriend and you act like I did something wrong.”

He chuckles darkly, his exquisitely cut jaw flexing, “Your boyfriend, huh? He smirks. “Do you have a cell phone on your Miss Fitzgerald?”

“I do not. It’s in Hector’s car.”

Now we’re getting somewhere.” His eyes light up, as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a phone, “Can I have your cell phone number please?”

ng me in the middle of the night. “M–my number?”

I squint, my eyes going hazy with silly little thoughts of him calling

His eyes freeze over as he stares down at his phone, gaze raising upward in horedom. “Don’t worry Miss Fitzgerald. I’m not going to call

the first few seconds of meeting this man, I decided he would save me. This isn’t a fairytale, Felix Shake it. Of course he’s not going to call the number. Duh.

of his irises is there and gone in the space of an instant and I’m sure I probably just imagined it. “That is my business ma am. Quite literally so, but in the interest of saving time, I’ll go ahead and tell you. As I said before, my asking for your statement would be useless as you would no doubt lie to me. But if you’ll give me your number, I might be

up from the bed, I yank the censors off my wrists as I spout out my phone number. Then, I lock eyes on

lifts his chin, his strong jaw flexing as he takes his time to inhale a low steadying breath. He studies me,

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blocking It, I’m already sensing that he’s not planning to just let me slide past. I’m afraid that wont be possible, he says quietly, at the very same moment, a tadlo chirps against his hip. He line it to his lips and our eyes moet when he

radio buzzes, a voice crackling in response, “Yes, On my way.

hip and trading it for a pair of handcuffs. “Miss Fitzgerald, you are about to be placed

taking a nosedive, crashing a burning in this

“Soliciting and alisturbing the peace in a

to one of the

didn’t give it. Otherwise, I’m sure he’d be on his way to jail too. “Seriously?” I whisper, tears tilling my eyes, Well look at the bright see

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suddenly uncomfortable with what he’s about to do. He unbolts the door and it swings open, a deputy standing just outside in the hall. “Miss Fitzgemid, this is Deputy Timmons. He will be transporting you to the station where you will be booked in to await court.”

“What about DeLuca? is he

for you and your boyfriend attempting to extort money

me to suck

jaw spouting icily, “Mister DeLuca is

is,” I agree too softly for anyone else to hear as I turn around then snicker at my complete

tear escapes to roll down my check. This is just perfect. Now I’ll be a hooker on paper

sheriff’s fingers come around my wrist. Electricity climbs up my back so quickly that I am forced to take a breath. He pauses, his hands stilling, the cuffs hanging open and unhinged.

gouseflesh erupts everywhere I am exposed. The need to lean back against him is damn near overpowering.

Ho

have a seat in the parking lot while I wait for her… boyfriend… to show up.

I say sheepishly, turning around to find the other officer standing behind me

I know he’s not. But hey, it’s not like I didnt already know you were gonna call him your boyfriend. After all, that’s

but