The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred

you might be his girlfriend, or lover, or even his wife.” She frowns, opel

“Okay, gress. But, okay. Why do you even care who I am to him?”

After a quick glance around, she turns back to me, her eyes bright with he before she tells me, I think I already know. That night he shot me, meets my eyes woefully. “He’s my mate,” she chokes out, one tear traili

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred One

DELIKATI

“What do you mean they are going to kill him? Who is? Quin?”

Gayle growls in frustration, “Yes! Him! His pack! My brother! My pride They’re going to go after him!”

My heart aches. A sharp stabbing pain teating into it at her words. I shake my head. “No, Quinn won’t let them. He won’t! You’re wrong about that!

She rolls her eyes. “If you think so, that’s on you. But Domande is the Alpha, not Quinn and what Domonie says gres. Trust me.”

I take a deep breath, refusing to believe that Quinn would do that to me. Sure, I don’t know him that well, but… I believed him when he said he cared about me. I believed him when he said I was his mate. He judet huurt my brother… Right? But if any of what she’s saying true, I need to wam my brother. “If we do figure out where he is, how the we going to get there? Task. “I can’t shift and I’m no Mowgli, i WILL NOT ride on your back like in the Jungle Book.”

She grins, “Qur jeep is parked in Quinn’s driveway. We’ll take it.”

My eyes widened. “That’s yours?”

She shrugs. “For the most part. Quinn borrowed it to bring you here. The keys will still be inside of it because one of us was supposed to

me and pick it up. We just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. So don’t worry about that part. Let’s just get out of here before it’s too latest,

“Okay,” I say with a nod, racking my brain for what I need to do before we leave. “Do you have any money? I do but it’s locked in Quinn’s car. And my phone-” that’s when I cut off.

“What?” Gay

Gayle asks, noting the way I freeze mid–sentence, “What’s wrong?”

“M–my phone!” I confide softly. “I have to bring it and I don’t know where it is.” Where is my phone?

“Okay, well where did you have it last?” she asks, gazing past me into the house.

My eyes narrow as I recall the last time I had it. It was just before Quinn ambushed me out here on the patio. Did he take it from me? Did I drop it? My eyes go everywhere, scanning the patio for it, but finding nothing. I had dropped it, I would have heard it fall I’m sure of it. “1 had it out here right before… I trail off as my cheeks heat. “Maybe Quinn put it with my clothes.”

“Why would Quinn have it?” she asks, alarmed.

1 shake my head. “He didn’t, I had it. I had just hung up with Cane, and then Quinn and his friend were standing behind me. He introduced me to his friend Domonic and then walked him out. I still had my phone… but then…”

Her

worry. “Who’s Cane,

eyes, feeling like a fool as I remember how easily Quinn crept up behind

wide. “Did they know you’d been

sadly.

it to track him, Some of the pack

force. They have all kinds of ways to trace

pain when I realize I may have been duped. Tell me

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What does he do

usually scent her first. They’re drawn

I ask

your throat. We do the same thing, but on the back shoulder.

his mate? What if he knew I wo the best way to get to Cane and tricked me into believing we were mates just to get me to trust him. “In

but whatever it is just understand wolves don’t usually lie about who their mate is Then she gasps, clamming up a

push, curious.

mean. It’s nothing.”

“I deserve to know. What is it?”

mate to leave

don’t think they might have lied to

But I do know

But I do

phone to call my

burner in the jeep for emergencies. You

“Of course.

we really

just need to leave a note for Charlie,” I say with sad

back this way. We can climb these stairs to the ground floor patio, then the deck

into the house, heading straight for Quinn’s bathroom hamper. I need to make sure Quinn really took my phone, before I start jumping to conclusions. I lift the lid and find my clothes from earlier on the very top, but when I rifle through them I don’t find my phone. The same thing happens when I search the rest of his bedroom, Shit I creep upstairs and check the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the fridge. That’s where I find Quinn’s note telling me to stay here because he went to the Moonlight Lounge on business -and

bar he found

sticky notes, I scribble out a note of my own for both Quinn and Charlie.

in danger. Will be back for Charlie. I’d tell you to call me but

but it’s

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has himself to blame. And if he led alnut my

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ELDER ROMAN

BOL

me, I will have to limit myself to a couple times a week and only in the middle of the night. Potentially, that might cause problems for in might make my temper harder to control, but for now it can’t be helped. I’ll simply have to deal with it. Even from outside, I can hear the sound of Cane’s soft snores behind the walls, so I know he’s still sleeping hard after I

the worms cottage to see my phone lighting up on the counter.

frown. Something has to have happened. Something bad. He never calls me when I’m

to me,” I say quietly.

God! Were you sleeping? I’ve been calling you for an

was on silent, in the kitchen. I only got up to get some

the pledges broke the rules tonight and stole our campers.” Matthew releases a sigh and my

at the compound. He’s arguing with someone. He says, “Rose is in a coma! I have to go to her!

hell? I knew it was a bad idea to replace Rosen with his sister Rase. I knew it. Now it seems something has

chair and listening to the other Elders talk about an unsanctioned hunt gone wrong. Oh fuck. Dawn kids, 1 swear.. “Let me guess,” I start, knowing I can t rightly admit that I can hear the conversation going on in the background, “they took off on

hunt.”

was

was airlifted to the hospital,

fuck? What did they hunt? “She was caught?” My hackles go up.