The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Five

ANASTACIA

When the man in question arrives it is quite obvious. He must command quite a bit of respect around here because the entire room goes quiet at least five minutes before he steps ioff the elevator and into the hall. My senses light up the minute he does telling me everything I want to know… this man in a wolf.

He is a predator through and through and even without my gifts I think I would see it in the dark of his eyes. The ripple of muscles, the sureness of his steps. Everything about him shouts danger.

But will he know me? I somewhat doubt it.

I’ve gleaned more than a few things about this town since I came tumbling down the mountain. It is close knit and small for a beach town. The residents here aren’t thrown off by things like women that come racing out of the woods with death at their backs. They either aren’t aware that their is an entire pack of werewolves out here or they’ve accepted it and don’t care. One thing is for sure, the sheriff gets a wide berth when he walks toward my cell. The entire hall is hanging on the edge of his word. Even the drunk in the cell next to me seems to be holding his breath.

The man is big and impossibly handsome, with dark eyes and hair to match and jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Could have done worse. certainly won’t mind spending a few nights with you cutie.

“Anastácia Bordeaux is it?” He says to me, reading from a file on the clipboard he is carrying. His muscles bunch and his jaw is tight when he looks at me. As if the sight of me has raised his hackles and he can feel my energy through the iron bars of my cell.

“That is correct,” I murmur.

He doesn’t smile, despite that just pushed enough intent into my voice that he should have – at the very least–felt the pull.

Hmmm… I wiggle my fingers behind my back, focusing a little more heavily on what I want from this man than I would like. I’m even forced to turn my back for a second so that he doesn’t see the flash of violet spark through my eyes when I conjure my will.

“You mind telling me why you came tumbling out of the woods wearing no shoes and a party dress?”

I grin, forgetting myself for a moment when I see that he truly is unaffected by my charms. What the hell? “1 – uh… I was being chased.”

No problem. Plan B here we come.

“Chased?”

So now he looks somewhat interested, his brow furrowing intently as he pulls out his phone and shoots off a text – no doubt to another of his packmates. Good. Maybe he’ll send some wolves out to where I was found and they’ll scent the hounds.

“Chased by what exactly?” he mumbles absently, still texting.

“Not a boyfriend,” I taunt him, walking toward the end of my cell where the bar door locks and opens.

“Uh–huh. So you don’t know what you were running from? Or you just don’t want to tell me?”

Now that he is closer and he is looking into my eyes I should be able to push my charms at him, but when I try all I get is a sharp gasp of breath and a whisper.

He shakes himself. What color are your eyes, Miss Bordeaux?”

He saw them. He saw the flash of color. Shit,

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Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Five

This asshole hos a mate.

Just Fucking Great

PAUL

I’m standing outside of the Bad Wolf Cafe when I get the text from Rainier to go and check the parking lot behind the bar where the false

Hose was found.

ME

Why? What the fuck? I’m not one of your damn deputies Curly. Have one of them go.

RAINIER

Oh, they’ll be there. But I need someone who can scent the grounds and Timmons and Koda stayed back on the island. So… that… leaves… you… )

ME-

Fuck off.

RAINIER-

by a pack of wild dogs. If she’s

ME

or Benjy. I don’t need to know shit about any fucking mutts that scurry through the woods.

RAINIER

thing, soldier. The bitch has purplish eyes which are first of all a little scary- and she was running BAREFOOT and dressed for the club. Do you know how far the nearest club is from

ME-

But please, do

RAINIER-

Seattle.

Fuck!

ME

check out the

RAINIER-

to release her until you do

here.

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that? Is

RAINIER

You’re asking MEEE?

ME

make it impossible for you to answer that question?

RAINIER-

remove my dick should I answer

ME-

wasn’t

RAINER-

that Don’t SEE cute

ME-

you fucking with me right now you whipped motherfucker? And BTW Felix, I get PLENTY of pussy.

A RAINIER-

doesn’t. He really doesn’t. Not

ME-

you

RAINIER-

is a toad. An ugly, deeply tanned, heavily curved toad with weird as fuck purple eyes

ME-

Nice.

RAINIER-

No. Totally creepy.

WE-

bar. Then to the jail to see this Ribbet that you

RAINIER

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up though. I already want

ME-

dude? Really?

RAINIER-

they look blue to the average bear, but I am a wolf so i can see them

ME-

apparently. Do you serenade

RAINIER-

itself. I don’t have to say a

ME-

Did you read

RAINIER-

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