The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Three

“Jesus Christ. Nothing Bartlett. Just go easy on yourself. Don’t feel son guilty. After uit – Quinn twice with a sniper rifle. I doubt she’s had any miraculous changes of heart sinew she’s going to want blood. So when she wakes up. I’d play it carefully can’t afford to t

Oh no? I ask tiredly, making my way upstairs. Why’s that?

“Because,” Timmons chuckles. “Quinn and Gryff are bringing in one hell of a prize tonige

“What?” I snap, “Really?”

Timmon’s eyes are bright with excitement. Tonight we’ll finally get to fod oor

“What do you mean if he’s the one? I snart. Of course he’s the one! He has t

“He’s definitely the one who has been breaking into the bar. And according to s but he swears he didn’t start it.”

What? That can’t be true, can it?

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Four

CANE

“It’s not too late, Cane. You can still make a better choice, Roman campaigns from his place on the ground, but I ignore him. “You are the perfect student. The perfect partner. I never should have left you here this morning. If I’d only just trusted you and taken you with me this would not be happening.”

but refusing to look away for even the briefest moment. His bullet wounds are looking a little black and his complexion somewhat gray, but he’s not tied up and he hasn’t made a move to remove the silver bullets himself, so that tells me one thing. He wants to appear as weak and sickly as he can. Dawn it. I really should have loaded more silver bullets in this

call it revamping, Roman gasps, flashing

shut him up, or should I?” I hiss, watching helplessly as Quinn attempts to master Roman’s state of the art tranquilizer gun. “Because I promise you this, if you don’t juice him in the next five minutes, I’m going to turn him into a permanent slot

Quinn jokes. “Try and have a little patience. I just want to be

reason why you can’t shoot him with it twice. If the first hit

his yellow–brown eyes twinkling in a way that tells me we are definitely waiting for

he’s fucking up to something and I don’t have even the smallest idea what it is,” I say with my eyes trained on Roman’s face.

could have made a great team. Practically share the same blood. Were you aware that

head. “Chill out

surprising.” 1 quip. “I hope she

Christ,” Quinn giggles.

night Roman tosses out. “A very gracious hostess, your mother. She set the table and I devoured the meal. She knew she wasn’t the one I really wanted, so

listen to this shit. What’s done is done.

about?” Quinn hisses, the tranquilizer gun trembling in his grip. “Is he

I’m doing my very best not to hear him, so who

the month then. Delilah certainly gets around, doesnt

fuck Fm going to

the fuck did you

not just any wolf. An Alpha. At least, you

you’re a rogue. An outcast. An unwanted reject that needed to belong so badly that

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say, if

Huh? What woul

were nothing but a stray

“What makes

that gets my attention.

do know. Not all of them of course, but

I try to dredge up exactly what foman’s words to me were when I told him

have a girlfriend or wife, so he

I beat him up and took two strips of Charlie’s Blesh. Flesh that was immediately placed in some kind of crystal mason jar full of liquid and taken away. I didn’t think it was odd that they kept it at the time, but now that I think about it, I had seen jars