The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 156

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the grins, taking a seat next t

“The strip club?” I map,

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“Yes,” she says with a roll of her ages.

“Out” I smile. “That’s cool” My ex

wadays menit, gang come the georgan and going up the act to fatter to

“The twebe?” I ask, nurious.

She only nods, her bright green ga shattering

“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, I comment

She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah I don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has done i I need a fireplace.”

“Right,” I agree, my eyes falling to her neck and to the mark th

“So…” she says with a raise of her eyebrows, “Your woodering

andy viable now in the dim lign. So…

ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant

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matter–of–factly and I

shut. She really hist shot. She said

“So is Hart. And so is little

dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of

still closed. Do you think they were

her hand squeeze mine, so I open my eyes. “I’ve never actually seen them all

tonight, but I’m more than certain it was them. They were protecting you. Because of who you are.”

the

I am?” I snap incredulously, “I am nobody! I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp,

nods, her eyes falling toward my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked

her. “H–he told you a–about me? About… biting

she places her coffee on the

awa

about it when he did it,

was upset about it?” 1

in the way you think. I mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first.

my eyes filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least… I

softly. “You’re not. There’s a lot to explain. So

1

I need to ask

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone else’s.

time that he too is covered in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the same singer’s blood that I have on myself feel strange. Like… I dont know… kind of sad.

I start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what we got into the night of

females, Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And I don’t feel any pain, so they must be

Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a

“That’s what happened to me last

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