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…

cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to

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matter–of–factly

shut. She really hist

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

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

I begin, my eyes still closed. Do

I open my eyes. “I’ve never

than certain it was them. They were

the

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

“You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses to let you

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

her coffee on the table and scoots closer to me.

awa

it when he did it, he

about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He

“No! 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 were going to leave him. Because of Angle and I

tears. Im

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

1

to ask you is… how much

“Shifters?!?!?”

RAINIER

naked. I’m sore and there

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

us, it is usually the Alpha that

is all that matters. “And I

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 my own blood.”

says. “That’s what happened to me last time,

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