The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 156

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the gun, dragging syste

Just park in the ‘s How to the new one

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…

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

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is,” she says matter–of–factly and I

shit, I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot. She said

Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little

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

I begin, my eyes still closed. Do you think they

she interrupts and I feel her hand squeeze mine, so I open my

it was them. They were protecting you. Because of who

the

Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the mark on my neck,

my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It

“H–he told you a–about

did,” she places her coffee on the table and scoots closer to

awa

about it when he did it, he called

about it?” 1 ask, falling

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

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

smiles, shaking her head softly. “You’re not. There’s a

1

guess, the first thing I need to ask

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone else’s. What the

in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of

us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what we got into the night of our

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

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

“That’s what happened to me

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