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…

forward

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Chapter One Hundred–Fifty–Six

matter–of–factly and I

hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really

Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set on the

the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill

still closed.

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

I’m more than certain it was

the

I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the mark on my

mate. His soulmate.

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

coffee on the table and scoots closer

awa

about it when he did

about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He

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

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

There’s a lot to explain. So I

1

thing I need to ask you is… how much

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

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

what we might have 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 myself feel strange.

start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might

a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And I

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

what happened to me last time,

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