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.”

about that. Ted would probably be free right now, and you and I would already be back here pretending to be family. I grin. getting tired of looking at his face, 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

revamping, Roman gasps, flashing me a

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

a little patience. I just want to be sure I give

I grumble, “There’s no reason why you can’t shoot him with it twice. If the

his yellow–brown eyes twinkling in a way that tells

he’s fucking up to something and I don’t have even the smallest idea what it is,” I

Then n he smirks. “We really could have made a great team. Practically share

shaking his head. “Chill out Old Dog. Are

“I hope she made

Christ,” Quinn

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 she offered me a sweeter deal. I mean, I knew the

this shit. What’s done is done. Fucking up now won’t change the

hisses, the tranquilizer gun trembling in his grip. “Is he

my very best not to hear him, so who knows? You

“You’re the new flavor of the month then. Delilah certainly gets around, doesnt she? Roman eyes him suggestively. Those hips of

Fm going to

you say?” Quinn snarls.

You’re a wolf. And not just any wolf.

rogue. An outcast. An unwanted reject that needed to belong so

Hundred Twenty–Four

say, if

Huh? What woul

they found out you were nothing but a stray fucking dog?” Quinn challenges.

Roman continues to smile. “What makes

that gets

they do know. Not all of them of course, but the council…

what foman’s words to me were when I told

have a girlfriend or wife, so he chose the next best thing, I suppose. Charlie, my best

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