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The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates:

Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–Eight

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1 bypass the hammans deputies that litter the station without so much as second look. In the last few years that I have been in charge, they have learned never to question me. Like the rest of this fear, they huspect there is something different about me and my brothers. At the same time, they know that whatever that difference might be, its unique in its protection. Perhaps the unspoken knowledge that we are more than human combats them somehow. Maybe they sleep a litle better at night knowing that there is a strength beyond their own guarding all that reside here. The thing that is truly beautiful ab this place and all the people in it, is that we are accepted as we are and our secrets… kept. There is pride in that. This is our lows. And all the people in it rely on us to keep the real monsters at bay.

Monsters… like Hector,

I step quietly toward his cell and unlock the doos, kicking him awake with a beet to the ribs. Get up,” I say softly.

His eyes are instantly alert as a slow smile spreads across his ugly, tutteil face. “Hello beautiful,” he says, sitting up slowly as he attempts to hide the discomfort in his ribs, I cracked three of them at the bar when I arrested him and before the sun rises this morning, I intend to have the rest. “I knew you coulist stay away, Putus like you like it hard and rough. I am willing to give that to you once I’ve put a bullet in your brain, I will fuck your corpse six ways from Sunday, with the sun rising and the birds cheering me on. But only, if you ask me

nicely

Jestos hacking Christ. What kind of mother gave birth to this bit? I hope she was ruthless. I hope that she beat him his entire loathsome life. Because someone like him that revels in the kinds of disgusting crimes this man has undoubtedly committed doesn’t deserve a happy childhood. But the unfortunate truth is that Hector probably came from less than humble beginnings. Born in the dirt to a woman that probably lived and breathed for her kids, More than likely, he was the one to beat her. But… I can give her this. I can take care of the problem she neglected to stamp out when she created him and refused to drown him at birth. Hector probably came from a home sa poor that there wasn’t any way for him to level up without selling his soul. Some people might pity him, but you need only take a look in his eyes to see that there isn’t anything for you to feel sorry for. His eyes aren’t empty, oh no. They are dark and searing. Consumed with lust for the pain and suffering of others.

“I said, get up.” I command him, reaching down to haul him up in front of me.

He chuckles, straightening his clothes in an a

attempt to smooth his wrinkles. “Don’t tell me, Jet

quess,” he coos. “I made bail”

“Something like that,” I say with a grin, gesturing for him to step out of the cell

Something in my

must give h

him pause, because for a moment ho falters, peering out of the cell cautiously before stepping into the

I say softly, following behind him as we make our way toward

the code that grants access to the dungeons below and keep my face carefully blank as he begins

when the do

shoving him forward when the door opens and the dim

particularly dirty cell on the right with the message No Mates‘ written in blood. “Damn! What the fuck?” he says with a giggle, shaking his head back at ine as if only just realizing how crazy the lawmen out here might get When we reach the end of the hall, I steer him toward the hidden door on the right stepping past him just long enough to unlock the door and push him out into the dark of the forest. “Hey, you What the fuck is this man? Why are we in the middle of the woods?” He

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she come from?” I inquire, watching the twitch of his eyes

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