The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 244

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Forty–Four

ROSE

“Th–the same one?” I stammer, my heart pounding erratically for a completely different reason now. Jumping to my feet and gazing outside, I see trees on a rocky shore, much like the scene from my dream and I begin to feel lightheaded. “Oh my God…”

Bartlett is staring at me oddly and I realize for the first time how difficult it is to read his features because of his beard. The mark on my neck pulses for a moment and my hand goes up automatically to rub at it. I’d almost forgotten about all the questions I needed to ask. Questions about how long I was in a coma and what happened with my injuries.

“What are you afraid of, Rose? Do you have a problem with wolves?” Bartlett asks, his voice somewhat strained.

My eyes find his and I rub the mark again when another wolf’s cry wrenches the air. “I–I don’t know,” I answer honestly. Then I study him, thinking of the things he said to me before we kissed. At the time they didn’t strike me as any more than passionate, but… I suppose some of it was a little odd.

‘Even before I caught your scent and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were mine… I wanted you.

A strange thing to say if you think about it. Very strange actually. Reminds me of something we were taught by Elder Roman during training, but I can’t remember what it was.

Almost as if he can feel my confusion and my fear, he steps forward and tips my chin up with his finger. He says softly, “I told you would protect you, didn’t I?”

His touch and the sincerity of his eyes it does something to me. Warms me from the inside out. But even so… I don’t want to camp somewhere there are wolves roaming around. “Are we staying on the yacht?” I ask.

A muscle in his jaw ticks and he licks his lips, his gaze going hot for a moment before he says, ‘No. My brothers and I have a house on this island.”

a house on an island of wolves?‘ I

they’re not really

“How many?”

twelve of us,” he says

a lot of brothers

feeling self–conscious. What if they

a bit. “Why? Are you

Why would you even ask that? I’ve never even

just don’t realize

I meet them? Since knowing Bartlett I don’t think I’ve seen twelve people,

Well that’s disappointing,” he replies, pretending

all that we were doing a few minutes ago. I can’t help

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for… well, you know…”

don’t know. Who?”

feeling stupid and lowering my head so that my hair hide my face,

trying to figure something out, then shakes his

be sharing a bed too? Guuuhhh! Did I have to sound so scared? Geez

that a problem?”

You don’t want to look like a child. I bite my lip nervously, thinking that all of my confidence from before must have evaporated

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