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.”

right 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 he can. Dawn it. I really should have loaded more

it revamping, Roman gasps, flashing me

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

a little patience. I just want

no reason why you can’t shoot him with it twice. If the first hit doesn’t

in a

don’t have even the smallest idea what it

really could have made a great team. Practically share the same blood.

glares, shaking his head. “Chill out Old

quip. “I hope she made

Quinn giggles.

paradise 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 mean, I knew the lady was ruthless, but I had no idea how jealous she was of her daughter. I had no idea how far she was willing

is done. Fucking

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

shrug. I’m doing my very best not to hear him, so who knows? You

then. Delilah certainly gets around, doesnt she? Roman eyes him suggestively. Those hips of hers were practically made to

Fm going

fuck did you say?” Quinn snarls.

me. You’re a wolf. And not just any wolf. An Alpha.

needed to belong so badly that he chose to

Two Hundred Twenty–Four

if they knew?

Huh? What woul

you were nothing but a stray

smile. “What makes you

gets

all of

exactly what foman’s words to me were when

sucrifice.” I didn’t have a girlfriend or wife, so he chose the next

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 like