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?

for me, pressing a kiss into my head. Just say

someone that wants t protect me so fiercely. Someone who refuses to leave me to my troubles or allow me to face the

into his chest and feeling the pound of his racing heart

one’s going to hurt you here. They wouldn’t dare, he whispers back, pressing his lips onto the top

And besides… you’re not the only hunter to have switched sides. My mate

Bartlett’s chest to look at her- this girl that is shining with so much joy that I can hardly imagine

close and when I look directly at

and understand the trails off, her golden eyes dropping for a moment as she studies the

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but finding them somewhat appropriate. Especially

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

your mate? I can’t

lips turning up in a smirk. “Cane. He’s my mate. And now… I suppose

monster too.”

lion shifters mate?

low growl emits from his chest. I swat his chest playfully, not turning my eyes away from the girl.

power, doesn’t he? Even as a human he

as a human he did?

ANASTACIA

from

wolves. And I mean, I smell them everywhere, but yet, there aren’t any in

there must be, you see,

mother had the gift and her mother before her and her mother before her and so on. But the line of magic always shifted. Skipping one to the next. So my mom was born without magic and I – being her first born girl – 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

that’s our traditional name, but I prefer

an enchanted whisper there. I could have them releasing me right now if I truly wanted them to, but… I don’t. The hounds

They’re afraid.

I have to do is wait for one to arrive and charm him into taking me in long enough to come up with a plan. Or a spell. Or something that keeps