The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 214

Chapter Two Hundred Fourteen

CANE

“Someone probably found your phone,” I say, holding my cell out for her to take.

Her mouth sours and the phone continues to ring. “Answer it,” Delllah tells me. Tell him we’re not here.

Him? 110?

“Tell him?” 1 frown, shaking my head. “You weren’t really at a motel, were you?”

“No,” she admits. “I wasn’t.”

She and Gayle share a look and this time I snap my head in Gayle’s direction just in time to see her mime the words, “Tell him,” to my

sister.

Tell me? Tell me what?

Gayle sees that I’m looking at her, I know she does. But to her credit, she doesn’t let it sway her. Choosing only to acknowledge me once she has Enished, her eyes snap to mine and she offers me a wan smile. The timid little turn of her lips is so endearing that I find myself smiling back.

The phone is still ringing in my hand so I look at it one last time, then block all calls from Delilah’s number. I can always remove the block, so I don’t worry.

When I look up at Delillah, her eyes are a turbulent shade of swirling blue and her mouth is sputtering wordlessly as if she’s in shock,

Shit, she’s worried.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, my brow furrowing. “Who is this guy and why does he have your phone?”

She shakes her bead, taking a few deep breaths and then looking toward Gayle for help.

“He’s her husb–boyfriend,” I hear Gayle say in a carefully cloaked voice.

Delilah’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Really, traitor?”

“Lilah’s the infamous Missus Quinn, Gayle chuckles, drawing my attention.

Lilah, huh? That’s cine.

I stare at her as she continues to laugh, her face going from simply sexy, which seems to be her standard setting, to adorably charming as her face lights up with joy from her laughter.

“You’re just mad because I refused your sexual advances, Delilah taunts from behind me.

Gayle gasps dramatically, sitting up to cross her arms over her chest. “You never told me you refused! I thought you were still considering

Somehow in the space of the last five seconds, my chest has begun to the and I rear back a bit, losing my inner peace as I take if in that Gorgeous Gayle is a lesbian. Well, that just really, really, sucks. I can’t exactly explain why it upsets me so much. She wouldn’t be the first chick I wanted to bang that turned out to be unattainable in her case, more ways than one. But for some reason it hits a whole lot harder this time. Maybe because I thought we had a connection and like I said before, my dick was painting a very different picture for

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    know she

    laugh, I zone out a bit. The world shattering news that Delilah has a boyfriend after just being single two days ago, is completely forgotten as I try to get my throat to work so that I

    the room falls uncomfortably silent, I finally

    lent finally findin

    voice. “So…

    phone starts ringing again and I swipe a hand over my face to hide my frustration before

    Unknown Caller.

    finger to my mouth, ordering them silent, Chances

    “Hello?”

    silent on that end and a man’s voice says, “Hello Cane. My name is Quinn. Before you decide to lie to me and say that Delilah isn’t there with you, can you please tell her that I know that she is and I desperately need to

    as a second thought, I say, “Sure, you can speak to her. Just a

    Quinn says, laughing with

    canned goods,” I inform her, closing her hands around my phone when she refuses to reach for it. “He believes fresh is the only

    that may have sounded like given our prior conversation.

    in

    have missed all the signs? Is my baby sister even more adventurous than I already knew she

    the five fluffy pillows along the headrest Gayle hasn’t turned around to look at me, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of her. And it’s not like I’m ogling her body either. I’m just staring in hopeless admiration at the back of her head. Like a fool who managed to convince himself it was alright to believe in unicorns, only to learn that they only revealed themselves to women. Stupid analogy, I know, but I’m

    at her. Where is this shyness coming from? Is

    twists her body to

    of my

    to face m

    she inquires softly, chewing her lip when I

    I find myself hoping to paint a new picture. One where I convince her to give dick a shot and she agrees to one night of nothing but

    smile, just so

    herself on the bed until she’s on her hands and knees crawling toward

    instantly heavy, my dick twitching visibly in my shorts as her back arches and her

    is evil

    in my direction but then stops when she almost reaches the headboard. Curling her legs beneath

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    soft fabric of her sweatpants each time I inhale. It’s torture, and it’s not fair. Although depressed, my cock doesn’t seem to be immune to her nearness and I can already feel it swelling. despite that I fight it. Looking down at my ever growing bulge, I grit my teeth and

    physically aches at what I see on her face. Fear and

    the girl that shifted in my armas before

    way to her.

    afraid of what I was

    But why?

    sudden change in demeanor means that I’ve recognized her.

    shot her twice at close range and then after she fell, kicked her to make sure she was dead. Fuck. That’s ugly I can only hope she was still unconscious for that part. Dropping my rifle, I released the trap and tried to gather her up to throw her body over my shoulder. Then… she shifted in my arms becoming this absolutely breathtaking girl whose eyes were still

    seeing a famed lion shifter lasted less than a second. That all fell into the background the moment I saw her face. It was white noise compared to the shame and regret that I felt. I wanted to lay her down and turn the gun on myself. But then her eyes popped open and she stared at me for a long moment before leaping out of my arms and racing away. Then, Charlie shot at her retreating back before I could stop him. I

    only a few

    she’s

    I’ve scared her.

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