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.”

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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

hooker. Suddenly I feel about two inches tall I should leave. I should step away right now and remove myself from this inevitable heartbreak. But my feet are nailed to the floor and I can’t. Her gorgeous face is a mask of hidden feelings and despite her dazzling

“Tomorrow” What? Who

was that? Was that me?

she hears me and she shakes her head, seemingly confused. “I’m sorry.

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

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 to walk out

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inside. “Yes?” Is that my voice?

shrugs off the jacket, holding it out. “Won’t you need

travels around the jacket, seeing only the sweet curves of her hips and her mouthwatering bosom. “Not tonight. Just hold

against her chest, she blushes and I stifled a groan. There are two bedrooms down the hall, choose whichever one you like. Food is in

in one of the closets. All that ask is that you make sure to lock the doors

of her lip, she simpers. “I won’t

I say reluctantly, forcing myself back

“Goodnight

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

what a

am so fucked

kiss, and I do it because I don’t really

what I am going to 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

when I mamed her. I knew But I saw her as a safe bet. As sick as it may sound, the fact that I didn’t really love her made her that much more appealing to me. Because