The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–One

RAINIER

Finally alone in the deep leather interior of my heavily tinted SUV, I all the previous moments in the hospital to pull and onto my dick. My fangs spear out and I close my eyes. Hlathes of Felix Fitzgerald and her ethereal beauty burning int “Fuck!” I curse a little too loudly, as I punch the dashboard and work to control my breathing

Fuck, fuck, fuck

1 grit my teeth, glaring out the window as I scan the parking lot for any early model Cadillacs. I don’t see any, and venetow I know, Hector isn’t stupid enough to show here. Not with my deputies still in the vicinity. Beat with any lock, he was out here watching whet Timmons escorted Felix off grounds. I’m willing to bet that at this very moment that little shit is probably concocting

her out without so much as pissing in the parking lot. Well… I guess I have to make sure she’s un–bailable then. Or at the very least, housed somewhere he can’t find her.

Locking my knuckles around the steering wheel, the ring finger of my left hand comes into focus. I growl at the memory of what only a few minutes ago. When I stepped into the ER. and removed my wedding band to stuff the damn thing in my back pocket. Wh What the fuck?

But I know why, of course I do.

Because the instant I closed in on Emergency 48 and stepped into that hall, I scented her. Lemonade and spun sugar. Vanilla and lollipops. Cotton Candy fucking heaven.

It assaulted me. Sent a spiral of lightning from my fangs to my groin. 1ouldn’t even think in that first minute. I dider’t think. No…. I removed my ring without a second thought and then I stepped into her toom.

And God help me, she was beautiful. Hair in long waves of spun gold that danced past her ass to brush the backs of her thighs. Bright test blue eyes that seem to glow like crystals of an underground cave. A heavily curved body made from the sins of a thousand wet dreams Her lips were plump and ripe for sucking. Each and every thing about her screamed to be claimed.

But… what luck I have. What luck do I fucking have… I am married. And even if I wasnt… Felix is a hooker.

A hooker.

Damn the fates and every God that ever demanded worship. Karma is a bitch and my fated mate is a hooker.

Did I mention she was a hooker? Yes, I think I did.

“Fuck!” I yell again, whipping out my phone and dialing Paul.

“Ye–low,” Paul chimes out on the first ring

“Hey,” I say, squeezing the bridge of my nose between two fingers as 1 shift in my seat to readjust my balls. “Can you send me the link to the indoor cameras, I need to check some of the footage for events prior to the shooting.”

because Dom stopped through and ordered it all erased. He’s talking about closing the

“You’ve got to be

The power of pussy my friend, God

say softly before

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minutes, but I find what Im looking for. 1 tap on the clip in question and Tommy Delaren is the with another local boy by the name of David Arden. I’ve dealt with them both on different occasions but never for anything any more serious than a speeding ticket. I

fucking kill

little fucking

storm back into the E.R. Approaching the nurses station I take a moment to peek into 3A and watch Tommy sleep. He is resting a little too well for my liking so I step inside as quietly as possible and handcuff him

the fuck?” he snaps, his

your rest Tommy,” I hiss, working to control the rage that is begging for me to rip his throat out and bleed him out onto the

hit him ripped through the bones of his right arm and straight out the back of his shoulder, He is going

I leave the room slamming the door behind me.

Lupe’s eyes go

and curious as I approach. “Do I sense an Uh–oh,” she says and

think he can be

She shrugs,

or take a couple of weeks boss man, His bones need time to set and we have to watch for infection.”

sigh, thinking of the course way I treated Felix when I came in earlier refused to even take her statement. Damn it. “I’ll send a couple of deputies to guard him. He is not to be released.” She nods and

the E.B. and

I say again, slamming the door to the SUV

to me.

because I didn’t want to feel anything

my heart and replaced it with disdain. With disgust. I lied to myself, telling myself I was repulsed by her and

her because I don’t want her to be

that I would rather keep my distance from her, I am going to have to talk to her. I need to find out more about Hector and who he is to her. Because if I am right, and I usually am (with the exception of this morning) – then Hector is about

call button

v radio.