The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty–Eight

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“What?” Bartlett’s voice cracks with pain as I stumble backward and over the couch behind me.

Somewhere in my head I know that he won’t hurt me, but the set of fangs that he is sporting still has me cringe. “Y–you’re a shifter.” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. “Did you bite me? Is that how I–I…” But I’m not even sure what it is I’m trying to say as the room falls deathly silent and more shifters crowd the space.

One by one, beyond Bartlett’s shoulders men who are impossibly big and impossibly handsome crowd the space, “That’s not what you called me, Bartlett bites out. “You called me a monster.”

My chest is heaving as they all stare at me, each of their eyes filled with disdain. With cruelty.

“Aren’t you?” I hiss clamoring backward away from them. “I want to go home!” But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true. Looking at Bartlett, at the pain of his gaze as his fangs disappear, I know I only want him. But how can that be?

Do you want to see a monster?” The meanest looking one, with eyes like burnt coal and hair the color of autumn, snarls. His fangs flar and I can’t help the whelp with fear as I press my back against the wall behind me. “Turn around,” the man snarls.

I flinch and Bartlett growls, but not at me. No, he’s growling at the lumberjack of a man behind him. “Stop it. She’s just scared.

Fuck that. Let her see who the true monster is Bartlett. If there’s any hope for her here, then she needs to know.”

“He’s right Dom,” a dark haired male says, one that Felix is suddenly clinging to. “We were all much gentler with Draven. What would she think if she saw you-”

“Turn around!” The large one, the one they are calling Dom, shouts again.

any minute now I will feel their teeth on my flesh and hoping in my heart of hearts

your fucking eyes,” the voice of the one they call Dom says.

when it becomes clear that I’m not being physically attacked. I didn’t notice

Myself.

don’t understand,” I whimper, placing a finger on the reflection of my neck, where not one bite mark, but two can now be seen.

“The hunters are the monsters. Not us. Now let’s eat so we

movement causes me to gasp, but before I can turn around Bartlett appears behind me, his blue eyes drenched in sadness. “You’re not a monster,” he whispers, meeting my confused gaze. “You’re my

repeat, my eyes filling with tears as my mind trudges through all the

first.” He sighs deeply as he starts to turn around. “So if you still want

and his powerful arms slack at his sides. Something about the way he looks, about the way he walks away

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he doesn’t give me the chance. Instead, he tosses his phone on the couch and then leaps out the

my eyes are drawn in her direction. She’s smiling at me as she steps into the room, despite the scowl I’m still receiving from jerface with the gray eyes who’s sat at the dining table in the room beyond. “I can serve

thoughts of my dream dancing in my vision. Maybe I’m meant to follow

just went for a run, Emily informs me convincingly. “Sometimes that’s what they do when they are feeling

already knowing the answer is going to

mate. I’m like you. Just as human, just as lost once.” She

my brother and let him know that I’m okay. Because is my family tells him I’m missing – he’ll come looking for me – and when he can’t find me… they’ll make him my

widen. “As what? A hunter?”

realizing Mister Meanie Pants now stands in the living room, his gray gaze

force you,”

“They forced my brother when he wanted nothing to do with hunting –