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.”

the briefest moment. His bullet wounds are looking a little black and his complexion somewhat gray, but he’s not tied

it pretending, I call it revamping, Roman gasps,

to 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

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

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

argues, his yellow–brown eyes twinkling in a way that tells me

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

n he smirks. “We really could have made a great team. Practically share the same blood. Were you

glares, shaking his head. “Chill out Old Dog. Are you trying to

surprising.” 1 quip. “I hope

Quinn

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

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

tranquilizer gun

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

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

going to be

the fuck did you

wolf. And not just any wolf. An Alpha. At least, you were supposed

needed to belong so badly that he chose to join a

Hundred

say, if

Huh? What woul

they say if they found out you were nothing but a stray fucking

to smile. “What makes you think they don’t

gets my attention.

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

a moment as I try to dredge up exactly what foman’s words to me

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

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 like that before along