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

is inexcusable. It’s as if in 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. He’s a good guy and good guys are never interested in me. Then what do

The heat that flashes in the dark 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

up from the bed, I yank the censors off my wrists as I spout out my phone number. Then, I lock eyes on the door at his back. “If you don’t want my statement, then I’d like to leave now please.”

strong jaw flexing as he takes his time to inhale a low steadying breath. He studies me, and I study the door. By

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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 speaks, Timmons I

voice crackling in

sheriff nods, replacing the radio on his hip and trading it for a pair of handcuffs. “Miss Fitzgerald,

burning in this space between his body and

“Soliciting and alisturbing the peace in a private

statement about me to one of the other officers.

I realize the guy from the club has probably although the truth is damning enough, I’m willing to bet this Delical 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

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a deputy standing just outside in the hall. “Miss Fitzgemid, this is Deputy Timmons. He will be transporting you to the station where you

“What

you and your

so that s what the little asshole said, I shake my head sadly. No dipshit, for forcing me to suck his dick in the dark corner of that club and then refusing to pay Hector for allowing

his jaw spouting icily, “Mister

agree too softly for anyone else to hear as I turn around then snicker

a tear escapes to roll down my check. This is just perfect. Now I’ll be a hooker on paper as well as between the sheets. Just lovely….

back so quickly that I am forced to take a breath. He pauses, his hands stilling, the cuffs hanging open and unhinged. Leaning into my ear, his voice sends a series of shivers down my

gently and gouseflesh erupts everywhere I am exposed. The need to lean back against him is

Ho

grip tightens. Then releasing me, he steps back. “Take her to the station lock–up. I’ll go and have a seat in the parking lot while I wait for

my boyfriend,” I say sheepishly, turning around to find the other officer standing

already know you were gonna call him your boyfriend. After all,

but