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…

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

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is,” she says matter–of–factly and I

clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot. She said that Rider is

admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you

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

tonight,” I begin, my eyes still closed. Do

so I open my eyes.

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

the

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

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…

“He did,” she places her coffee on

awa

when he did it, he called me

was upset about it?” 1 ask, falling sad.

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

nod, my eyes filling with tears. Im

a lot to explain. So

1

the first thing I need to ask you is…

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine

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. What the fuck? I’m

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

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

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

happened to me last time,

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