The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Two

Roman nods, his jaw clenching. Go on.”

“We had breakfast. Then The guy disappeared to go to the bathroom. I noticed he was gone for a while, so I went looking and I caught

him in the shed.”

“Son–of–a–bitch, Roman snarls.

“I told them they had to leave. That they couldn’t be here anymore. The guy tried to attack me, but Delilah wouldn’t let him. It it was like he was her little puppet. He did everything little thing she said.”

“That’s what happens when a man gets unforgivably pussy whipped and whether or not you realize it, Cane, Delilah is a striking young female,” Roman growls, leaping up to glare out the front window, “Go on. And then what?

Knowing he is probably watching my reflection in the glass, I shudder again, painting a look of absolute disgust on my face. That’s when she told me who the girl really was. Gayle,” I say, dropping my face into my hands again.

“Who was she?” Roman asks.

I shake myself, picking up my gun as if remembering. “The lioness that I shot two nights ago.” I look toward Roman, gritting my teeth. “My sister brought her here to take me back with them. Gayle says that Im her mate.”

Roman’s eyes flare wide and he turns around to s study me carefully. And then what happened?”

“I screamed that they were wrong. That it was impossible. That I would never have a shifter for a mate. I demanded that they leave and when they refused…” I trail off, shaking my head. “I shot her. Gayle,” I admit, and this time the tears are real. I try to look ashamed. The they left.” I groan, pointing the gun at my head when I do. “God help me. I shot her and my chest hurts so bad.” I look at him. Tm so Sorry Roman.”

I pretend to close my eyes, but as Roman screams and reaches for me, I shoot him four times as I leap to my feet, taking out his knees first and then his shoulders.

He glares at me from the ground. “You little bastard!” he shouts, and his muscles try to expand, I assume so that he can shift, but that’s

en he notices that his parts are smoking.

1 kick his rifle into the kitchen and place my gun at his temple, then smile. “Don’t even think about it. You want to guess how many silver bullets I have left? Or would you like me to show you?”

Roman growls in frustration, obviously pissed, but as he watches me, there’s something else shining in his eyes. Something like pride

“Wow!” Quinn’s voice sounds from the doorway. “I guess you didn’t need any help.”

“It would have been almost poetic to mount your head on my wall, Roman. But apparently you’re wanted alive.” Then I shake my head Anew you had a thing for my sister. Gross.”

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Number 1 – No Mates

Hundred Twenty–Three

GAYLE

brother’s bike splits the air, I’ve just managed to switch out Cane’s

a stop inches from the driver’s side door of the jeep. Luckily Delilah and I took Quinn’s advice and

Delilah says. “I most definitely would

laugh. “Gryff rides better than he walks, so I’m sure you would have been

me from twenty feet away. “You never fucking listen,” he snaps, stalking our way. “You promised me he didn’t

I’ll have you

aware,” Gryffin retorts, granting her a disapproving frown before turning to me.

e did you.”

You’re not dad and I

past human mate striking him like a bullet in his chest. I know how much it hurts him to think of that time. Reminding him of the day he rejected the mate

was just as

died human.

dropping his head.

backseat,” I tell him.

vial and syringe. He stares at it hauntedly with tears in his eyes.

ask,

clothe

his gaze on

couldn’t have known what he knows unless he spoke the truth,” I say

riveted as mine is.

his neck then injects

vial and syringe shattering on

his eyes

to reach for him, racing up to where he trembles on the ground.

his head, putting an arm up to stop me from touching him. “Fuck!” he snarls. “That’s nice…“”

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Two Hundred Twenty–Three

Oh thank God!

light of the sun. He smiles at me then fixes his

brother, but before I can he looks into my eyes and says, “I have a promise to keep, I guess.” Then he

eyes shut. “Still a little traumatized.”

in the same direction