The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred sixty–four

PAUL

I have to head back to the mainland, Rainier attiness at thy back how to hang (kendy and the past twenty minutes.

Nice to see Bartlett with someone special. Out of all of us, I often wonder wher way be sent hus me qe ditmetist something is going on here. Something crazy

Dom thinks you should come back with res and be the one to check the Chathers doing of the have?

“What?” I snap, my attention ripping away from the window. “Why do or even for to g

“Someone was found in the woods naked and the authorities believed that it migh, a gart chart sy wo she has been placed in lock up and under arrest, tespite that after they compared the female to a picture

not Rose.

And what the fuck am I supposed to do about that?”

Check on the bar. Rainier grins and before taking another look at his phone

“Fine,” I snarl. “But I’m coming back here tonight.

“As am 1,” Rainier chuckles. “So no worries, then

“No worries…” I agree as I step away from the window.

ROSE

I latch onto Bartlett with a death grip and his arms close around me so tightly that I’m momentarily fighting a smile. His sent me and for a second I revel in it, in the safety and security it suddenly represents. Could it be true? This mate thing? Could he really we me so desperately?

Bartlett says for me, pressing a kiss into my head. Just say what it

eyes and watch them sparkle for a moment while I take it all in. This new feeling of having someone that wants t protect me so fiercely. Someone who refuses to leave me to my troubles or allow me to face the world alone. Could

my face into his chest and feeling the pound of his racing heart against my skin.

to hurt you here. They wouldn’t dare,

much closer than before. And besides… you’re not the only hunter to

at her- this girl that is shining with so much joy that I can hardly imagine her to be evil

close and when I look directly at her I’m surprised

the trails off, her golden eyes dropping for a moment as she studies the ground. “Roman killed my

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of words but finding

now. I know you didn’t know any better at the time. Neither did my mate. I mean, it took him shooting me and me forcing a shift for him to realize he

mate? I can’t help

with that question, her lips turning up in a smirk. “Cane. He’s my mate. And now… I suppose he’s my

monster too.”

choke out, shocked. “He’s a lion shifters mate? I used to crush on him

I swat his chest playfully, not turning my

a sort of star power, doesn’t he? Even

he did? What does

ANASTACIA

sit here in the jail, healing and returning from the haze of sleep, one thought plagues

them everywhere, but yet, there aren’t any in sight.

must be, you see,

– was. My sister is the same as my mother was. She possesses that clarity of old. The knowledge of what is what and who is who, but she can’t conjure a candlestick into fire without the help of a match and she wouldn’t be able to charm a truck driver even armed with a new set of tits. She is as inherently

that’s our traditional name, but I prefer

this tiny little holding, I’m fully aware it wouldn’t take much to break out of here. A charmed smile here and an enchanted whisper there. I could have them releasing me right now if I truly wanted them to, but… I don’t. The hounds are still out there and with the smell of wolves all around me, I’m thinking there’s a reason they haven’t already broken into this place and tried

They’re afraid.

for one to arrive and charm him into taking me in long enough to come up with a