The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Seventy–Four

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“So tell me,” I say when we’ve both calmed down a little. I’m finally in control again, the raging desire for Delilah’s smouthi on me only hanked by having her tiny hand in mine. “Why are you afraid for him? your heather?”

I chance a look at her, keeping my eyes on hers, careful not to allow my gaze to wander toward her lips. Should I look at her mouth again so soon after having the pleasure of it on my shaft, 111 be in danger of pulling over again and something tells me she might not be so into me if I do. There’s so much worry in her eyes. So much feat….. I just warl in take it all away. I’m dying for her to know how much she means to me and how I won’t let anything but her ever again. But it’s tho soon for that. I don’t want to scare her away..

“He’s an idiot,” she says so suddenly that I have to laugh. “But he’s my brother and I love him. Ever since my dad died, we’ve only had each

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“Your dad died? Im sorry to hear that, Lilac,” I say with genuine concern. “You must have loved him very much.”

She snickers, “Yeah. I did. We both did.”

Iarch an eyebrow. “Why is that funny?” I can’t help but ask.

She chuckles, “Because my dad’s the entire reason my brother is the way he is.” She sighs heavily. “He brought him up around people who disgust me. Their very way of life… disgusts me.”

“What way is that?” I ask, slightly wary of what I’m about to hear. I already know she’s involved with poachers. Her brother… Charlie…. whoever that fucker might be.

She stiffens, her hand going tense in my grip. She ignores my question asking one of her own instead, “Why do you call me Lilac? told you my name. But still you call me Lilac. Who was she? A girlfriend?”

I’ve

I shake my head and she rips her hand from mine. A disappointed growl erupts from my chest before I reach over and unclip her seatbelt, tugging her into the middle and reclipping her next to me with the hidden buckle she had no idea was there. I nearly purr in satisfaction as her face lights with a giddy sort of shock.

“I like you close to me,” I say quietly. As close as I can get you.”

see, she br

her lip and I suppress a groan at the sight.

call you that, because that’s what you

she asks, licking her lips. “Lilacs?” She sniffs herself. “I don’t smell lilacs.”

help it.

all over you. And… it drives me

on the road now, but I can feel

to explain that one? So long as you’re not going to tell me I smell

and the sound

hand over the top of her

as in gluteus maximus,” she says. “It was the first of your she cuts off, coughing. “The first of your really deliciously sculpted muscles that I saw when you saved me. Your gluteus maximus muscles are probably the best I’ve

name even more now than I already did. And what do

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One Hundred Seventy–Four

coming close to my car in what seems like a

imiile my throat, squeezing her thigh

notice right away that she

have my brother to take care of and he…” she shakes her head, seeming to lose

hard it will be. Even if I can’t

– I know he thinks he’s doing it for us. To take care of us. It’s all he knows.

really a question, but she nods just the same. I push back all my initial anger at the prospect – reminding myself that she is human and so is her brother. I brace myself for whatever truth I might hear next. “And how do you

she shouts defensively. And I was scared to death when I did it! But I just

I hear her call me wolfie. I was the one with blood on my paw last night I was the one she freed. I now it. “But?” 1 prompt her, suddenly aware of exactly why I came back from the full moon shift feeling so empty. I met my mate last night in my

an odd look. “He

“He?” I ask

got up close and personal. I know It was a male. Like I said, I thought he was going

close and personal, huh? She has no idea she had that very same wolf

he actually like