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.”

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 he can. Dawn it. I really should

pretending, I call it revamping, Roman gasps, flashing me

of the art tranquilizer gun. “Because I promise you this, if you don’t juice him in the next five minutes, I’m

a little patience. I

can’t shoot him with it twice. If the first

his yellow–brown eyes twinkling in a way

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

chuckles, “That’s my boy.” Then n he smirks. “We really could have made a great team. Practically share the same blood. Were you aware that I fucked

out Old Dog. Are you trying to

quip. “I hope she

Christ,” Quinn giggles.

that 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 she offered me a sweeter deal. I

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

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

very best not to hear him, so

flavor of the month then. Delilah certainly gets around, doesnt she? Roman

going to be sick.

did you say?” Quinn

heard me. You’re a wolf. And not just any wolf.

rogue. An outcast. An unwanted reject that needed to belong so badly that he chose to join a cult of

Hundred Twenty–Four

say, if they

Huh? What woul

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

“What makes you think they

gets

Not all of them of course, but

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

to make the ultimate sucrifice.” I didn’t have a girlfriend or wife, so he chose the next best thing, I suppose. Charlie, my best

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 like that before along