The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–Seven

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Her despair at my words is visible. Her shoulders shake with defeat as the tears fall from the luminous turquoise of her eyes, Suddenly I don’t know what’s worse. The guilt that I feel knowing that, as her mate should be the one to take away all that pain, for the lust that speared through me monsents ago when I smelled her arousal from beldad my desk.

God, her scent is powerful. So good I can almost taste her nectar in the r. Even now, in the slow moments as I watch her weep, tendrils of her flavor wall toward me, tantalizing my fangs. Making me want to slide her across my desk and bury myself in her heat. Just the image of it nearly floors me. I can only imagine what her honey kissed skin might feel like beneath my fingertips as I stroke my hands across body to explore her curves.

Dear God she is luscious

I’ve never seen a more perfect body in all my life. Everything about her as fashioned by God to bring a man to his knees. Large, perfectly rounded breasts that should be too heavy to sit as high as they do, push against the confines of her top begging to be freed. Creating the type silhouette that you might see stamped on the back of big rig trucks or hidden behind the curtains of a brothel. That fact alone spawns the devil in me that wants to shred her clothes away with my claws so that I might sink my fangs into the pillows of her flesh. This nood me, it’s almost unbearable.

But, she’s a whore. I shake that thought out of my head, clamping my eyes tight as 1 work to calm my nerves. Not wanting to seem insensitive, but needing her to stop crying just the same, I clear my throat to catch her attention. When she gazes at me, eyes tinged with red and her full lips turned in a frown, I have to force myself not to kneel down and take her lips into my own. I can almost taste them and I’ll bet they taste like candy.

Instead, I try to focus on the source of her sorrow, Hector. “What is it you’re afraid of?” I ask, “Hector? Because if that’s the case, I promise that he will not get to you here.”

Her lower lip quivers and I nearly groan with the need to still it between my teeth. “Not Hector,” she whimpers. “Antman controls Hector It’s him that I belong to.”

Fury nips at the base of my self control and I can’t stop the growl that humbles through my chest at her stupidity. “Oh, my apologies. This Antman, he owns you. Is that right?”

Her hands begin to pull and fidget, teasing the tips of her long, gloriously golden mane and the locks that rest across her lap.

I fucking love her hair.

“Yes,” she delivers.

I want to scam. Unfortunately, YOU belong to ME! Not unfortunately. Definitely

But…

to give him a call? So that he might come and retrieve

in my tone.

her eyes widening with surprise. “N–not!

I mean, just humor me

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to let you leave,” I say, clenching my teeth. “Where would you go? To

snaps, rising from her seat furiously. “I don’t know where the fuck I would go, but

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soon as Antimin finds out

still here,” her voice softens, Then I

limbs as the true realization of her predicament deena on mu The

that sold you into out,” I say in relation. My voice is cold

her head, crossing her arms under her chest, lifting herbs and

you off lów letting it go for the time being. “And you will tell me,” I insist. “But, for me, I’m

What?

her eyes watering “What? Wh

to charge you with anything.” I inform her, my eyes falling dosed

I need to take care of and I need to know that