The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

3/3

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty–Eight

ROSE

“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.

them closed I wait, thinking that any minute now I will feel their teeth on my flesh and hoping in my heart of hearts that Bartlett will do something to

the voice of the one they

didn’t notice it before, but there’s a mirror in the corner of this wall between two windows and it takes me

Myself.

don’t understand,” I whimper, placing a finger on the reflection of my neck, where not one bite mark,

the monsters. Not us. Now let’s

I can turn around Bartlett appears behind me, his blue eyes drenched in sadness. “You’re not a monster,” he whispers,

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

Bartlett says softly. “And I claimed you, like a selfish fool, without asking you first.” He sighs deeply as he starts to turn around. “So if you still want to

slumped and his powerful arms slack at his sides. Something about the way he looks, about the way he walks away from me, starts an aching in my chest

1/2

Hundred

never stop without him.

i need him, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Instead, he tosses his phone on the

you like to eat out here? Emily’s voice sound from the kitchen doorway and 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 you

just left,” I say quietly, my eyes on the woods, thoughts of my dream dancing in my vision. Maybe I’m meant to follow him.

Emily informs me convincingly.

you a wolf too?” I ask sheepishly, somehow already knowing the

as lost once.” She tilts

falling toward the phone. “I didn’t want to leave him. I only wanted to call 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

widen. “As what? A hunter?”

Mister Meanie Pants now stands in the living room, his gray gaze more thoughtful than angry

force you,”

when he wanted nothing to do with hunting – ever.