The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty

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“O–Oh,” Felix stutters, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. Her lip quivers for a moment before she expertly turns away, pretending to exantine a butter knife left on the counter of the bar,

My chest hooms with pain, burning so madly that I have to grit my tooth against it. I hurt her, I just know I did, I mean, fuck! It hurt me just saying it. Before I can stop myself I’m stalking across the room to stand just behind her, clenching my fists to prevent myself from physically turning her my way.

Look at me sweetheart, please.

She stiffens in front of me, her hand raising up to her face to wipe at something that I cannot see God help me if she’s crying. Taking a deep breath, she spins back around just to stumble back toward the bar in fright.

“Jesus! You scared me!” she chuckles. But the sound is nervous and laced with disappointment.

I can do nothing but stare at her, clenching my jaw and shaking my head at her like an idiot. Noticing the slight robotics of my suddenly misfired reflexes, she raises a brow.

What? What’s wrong?”

I clamp my eyes shut, forcing myself to calm down. “I’m sorry,” is all that comes out and I feel like jumping off the side of the yacht into the ocean. “I’m sorry that I can’t stay.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly, but I can see that it’s not. For one thing, her eyes are still slightly wet and I want more than anything to reach out and kiss her sorrows Away. “I was a stupid thing for me to ask. You don’t even know me. And besides, Im m–me and uh–you re y you.”

–

That I am the cause of her sudden stuttering bites into my heart like a set of steel blades. “Im me?” My brow furrows as I attempt to catch her meaning. “What?”

Smiling a little too brightly, she says, “You’re a good guy. With a great job and probably tons of classy women crawling up Im…“–she huffs “Ima–a um… she trails off. Again she grins, “Like I said. It was a stupid thing to ask.”

legs and

right now and remove myself from this inevitable heartbreak. But my feet are nailed to the floor and

“Tomorrow” What? Who

Was

me and she shakes her head,

watch the hopeful shyness transform her features from lovely to devastatingly, heart stoppingly, beautiful, there seems to be a stone in my throat. It is cutting off my air. I swear to God I can’t breath with the way that she is looking at me right now and if I don’t get the

smile she gives me sends a sharp frequency straight to my groin and I know I only have seconds to spare before I’m sporting a steel rod in my

feeling like a fucking toddler as I start

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that my voice? Why does it

it out. “Won’t you need

of her hips and her mouthwatering bosom. “Not tonight. Just hold onto it

I stifled a groan. There are two bedrooms down the hall, choose whichever one you like. Food is in the fridge, everything

that you make sure to lock the doors and that you dont leave Don’t Herve?

her lip,

reluctantly, forcing myself

“Goodnight

Not from the parking lot either. Nope. My creepy ass drove out onto the street to hide behind a couple of trees like a weirdo. A glance at my phone tells me it is now four in the morning and as much as I hate it, it is time for me to

a joke.

so fucked

off that I do something so juvenile that 1 truly start to believe that I have lost my mind. I blow Felix a kiss, and I do it because I don’t really want to leave her. She cannot see it, she cannot feel it, and I

do. There is a woman waiting for me at home. A woman that I once found incredibly lovely. A girl whom, when we met, made me feel a little less empty inside. But… only a little… At the time, my mother’s death was fresh and 1 was with pain. I spent every waking moment cursing myself for not being the son that she needed. I failed her. It was my job as her son to protect her and I failed. So when Ange washed up on the shore in need of someone to look after her, I jumped at the chance. Maybe, that was all it really was for me. A way to dull the pain of my mother’s

made her that much more appealing to me. Because although I would most certainly mourn her death if I lost her, it wouldn’t be the end of