The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty–Five

GAYLE

The house is still quiet when Cane and I slip through the door of my room and into the hall. The clock on the wall reads that it’s four am in the morning and despite the early hour I am wide awake. Before we decided to come down here I threw on a light pair of pajama bottoms and a loose white top. I’m not wearing a bra or panties, so when I race down the stairs the wind catches my shorts, whipping them upward and before I can step one foot beyond the landing Cane is on me.

The space is dark around us, but even so, our lion sight makes everything easy for us to see. Yet I don’t check the room, because as far as I know everyone here is still sleeping.

“These shorts are going to be a problem, Cane hisses softly in my ear, snaring me around the waist with one arm and cupping my ass cheek with his free hand.

I start to laugh, pressing back into his growing erection so that I can feel it rocking behind his jeans.

“I agree. Definitely going to be a problem. Especially for me, after all the yelling you both were doing only minutes ago, Quinn’s voice spills across the space and that’s when I remember that he and Delilah had fallen asleep together on the couch in the living room that evening. He doesn’t stand up, simply tilts his head in our direction to flash Cane a wide–toothed smile. “Good to see you again, Cane. I stand up and hug you, but your sister is asleep across my lap.

Cane smiles, wandering toward the back of the couch to peer down at her for a long moment. As glad as I am to see her, Cane whispers, “I’m not entirely ready to hear her mouth, so carry on.”

Quinn laughs silently in the dark, then says, “I really am happy to see that you’re okay, man.” His face falls, guilt tainting his features. “It never should have happened that way. I’m a wolf shifter and I should have-

“No,” Cane interrupts. “No, bro. Everything happened just the way it was supposed to. Don’t you dare go feeling responsible for my fucked up mistakes. They were mine to make and I own them. You did what you were supposed to do. You took care of my sister.”

a long moment, a silent understanding passing between the two of

away.

pretty sure Taedora prepared one of the guestrooms for you two. What are you

that small earthquake rocked the house a few moments ago. Which I can pretty much guarantee

Cane answers smoothly, tossing me a pointed look.

aware that Cane is lying. “You know where to find me if you need

a roll of my eyes and

it’s an absolute

five a.m. and when I step toward the room that houses Ted Cane stops

handle this and then meet you in just a minute.”

not afraid of him, He’s just some little crybaby weasel that-

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Two Hundred Fifty–Five

into his arms for a ferocious kiss. “And I know you’re not going to like what I do next, but m going

more secrets between us. I need to know

seeming to be lost in thought for a moment. “You’re right, he says. “God help me,

it was supposed to. As painful as it was…if it hadnt happened that way, you wouldn’t be a shifter now. And maybe – for whatever fucked up reason – we were supposed to go through that so that you and I could have a full and happy life together. Maybe it was designed that way. So that we could appreciate each other more o fit together better or I don’t know what –

then,” he says, with his hand on the lock.

would we do that?”

turns to me with that clever little grin that has become somewhat of his trademark. “Because in order to get rid of the rangers scouting the woods for you and get the Elder Few to release your mom’s body, we’re going to need him to be rescued