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

sudden disappointment that I feel 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

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 able to locate your boyfriend sooner rather than later and you

I say just barely. Standing 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

time to inhale a low steadying breath. He studies me, and I study the

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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

in response, “Yes, On my

trading it for a pair of handcuffs. “Miss Fitzgerald, you are about

all fature daydreams of this man taking a nosedive, crashing a burning in this space between his body and my own. “What?

bastard grins!!! “Soliciting and alisturbing the peace in a

statement about me to one of the other officers. And

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

awas

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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

shoot upward, meeting his gaze. “What about DeLuca? is he going in too?”

Or for you and your boyfriend attempting to extort money from him?”

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 him

icily, “Mister DeLuca is the

anyone else to hear as I turn around then snicker at my complete misery.

buzz against the back of my bare legs. Clamping my eyes closed, a tear escapes to roll down my check. This is just perfect. Now I’ll be a hooker on paper as well

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. Leaning into my ear, his voice sends a series of shivers down my spine, “If you

gouseflesh erupts everywhere I am exposed. The need to lean back

Ho

back. “Take her to the station lock–up. I’ll go and have a seat in the parking lot while I wait for her… boyfriend… to

turning around to find the other officer standing behind me now.

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

but