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 and

from this inevitable heartbreak. But my feet are nailed to the floor and I can’t. Her gorgeous face is a

“Tomorrow” What? Who

that? Was

a moment before she hears me and she

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 fuck out of here

I know I only have seconds to spare before

toddler as I start to walk

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back inside. “Yes?” Is that my voice? Why does it sound like I’ve been chewing gloss?

the jacket, holding it out. “Won’t

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

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

the closets. All that ask is that you make sure to lock the doors and that you dont leave Don’t

bite of her lip, she

I say reluctantly, forcing myself back outside.

“Goodnight

creepy ass drove out onto the street to hide behind a couple of trees like a

what a

so fucked

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

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.

that I didn’t really love her made her that much more appealing to me. Because although I would most certainly mourn her death if