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?

a kiss into my head. Just say what it is you have to say right

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

face into his chest and feeling

already told you no one’s going to hurt you here. They

female’s voice sounds much closer than before. And besides… you’re not

open and I lean away from Bartlett’s chest to look at her- this girl that is shining with so much joy that I can hardly imagine her to be

I look

words. “I almost killed you, but try and understand the trails off, her golden eyes dropping for a moment as she studies the ground. “Roman killed my mother and we’ve been looking for his

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her choice of words but finding them

her eyes darkening when they lift again to find my own. But I know better 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

is your mate? I can’t help but

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

monster too.”

shocked. “He’s a lion shifters mate? I used to crush

against me and a low growl emits from his chest. I swat his chest playfully, not turning my eyes

of star power,

human he did?

ANASTACIA

from the haze of

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

see,

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 able to charm a truck driver even

I prefer to be called Gifted.

gaze around at the meager line of cells to my left and right, and the officers milling about 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

They’re afraid.

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