The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 156

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last park in the bark at tamami

the grins, taking a seat next t

“The strip club?” I map,

ig for the first tinue what bar boges

“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…

cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my full attention. “Yes,” I admit. 1-1 was

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matter–of–factly and

my fucking shit, I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really

so is little Ryder that you set on the yacht the other

in the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well,

eyes still closed. Do you

so I open my eyes. “I’ve never actually seen them

you did tonight, but I’m more than certain it was

the

I am?” I snap incredulously, “I am nobody! I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the mark on my neck, “Oh!”

toward my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses

told you a–about me? About…

coffee on the table and scoots closer

awa

did it, he called

about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He regrets

he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid

my eyes filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least… I never

softly. “You’re not. There’s a

1

first thing I need to ask you is… how much

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood

done last night?” Quinn asks and I see for the first 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

usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what

Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And I don’t

in the middle of Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because

Timmons says. “That’s what happened

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