The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Seven

PAUL

“Let’s chat for a moment. Upstairs, Rainier whispers my way, before tuning toward the beautiful female locked batting bark. 1 going to get your paperwork sorted, he tells her before steering me back onto the elevator

Her indigo eyes linger on me for a moment, the sweet scent of honey

barreting my way again the way it did what stepped off the elevator and nearly trapping my soul there in her gaze. I don’t know why I volunteered to escort her out of town. 1 6oet wually word her to leave. But I couldn’t think of any other way to get more time with her at first. I lied when I said that Rainier wundert alert stay another night in jail. He probably would have been totally fine with that, but I wouldn’t be

I follow despite my body’s initial reaction which is to stay. I know what he’s going to ask me. At least 1 think 16 di alley. don’t need to leave the lovely creature on her own while he does, but allow it because I’m still resting from just the vision of beer. Some despite that my instincts are telling me never to let that lovely creature out of my sight again.

Anastacia is gorgeous. She’s like every dark, lust filled thought I’ve had ver had, poured into one glass and made it was just fur

1. me.

Even her voice incites pleasure in me. The soft, barely identifiable dravd of an accent, hidden somewhere in its deg

Her hair is a bounce of the tightest black curls that fall midway down her back, and her skin is the color of baby seated offer hinting toward an obvious Creole heritage. Impossibly full lips, the color of ripened plums that beg to be Kissed coupled with the thicken plads lashes that smile across two of the darkest purple moons I have ever seen.

And the moment I laid eyes on her one word whispered through me.

Mine.

I can remember how I felt the first time I saw Draven. There was just something about her. Something that almost connected me to ser and at first, I admit, I thought maybe she could be my mate at first. For one, I was insanely attracted to her the moment she stepper inside the bar. Two, there was a fiber of something there that seemed to latch onto my soul and pull me toward her. However, I’ve se realize, I felt all of that not because she was my mate, but because she was destined to be my Luna. To be fair, I think we all–with the exception of Domonic – felt the very same pull toward her in that regard.

This pull was different. I could feel it like a sparkling thread tying the pair of us together. There was something else in the air as well, although I couldn’t say what, but it had no bearing on me whatsoever. It was almost as if I could see it. Like a dance of purple mist glimmering in the air. Barely visible and highly potent, but for some reason, unable to touch me.

me. “Are you crazy? There is something so fucking werd about that bad. Every single one of my

don’t call her a broad. I swallow my snarl in favor of not looking like a lovesick lapdog

laugh. “She’s blow your mind beautiful! That’s why they’re enamored with her Mister Big Words. Not a goddamned thing

off. Yet he looks at her like he wants to get down on his knees and feed the

can stop myself. “Enough of that

outburst as he goes aroun warily at the eyes of the normies standing around. “She ran for miles – Paul. From

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Hundred Sixty–Seven

add in a whisper as he guides me into his fice and closes the door.

desk as if his legs have just been cut from beneath him. “Yikes. You think they

“Reproduction? Yeah. Probably.”

to mine, “Well they’re gone by

say matter–of–factly, and I can practically, feel my eyes darkening “They’re still out there, I could

Rainier says, suddenly worried. Tll alert the

asked Gordon to.”

Rainier says with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t want my job.

You can keep it. I’m not into

“Might make you sexier.”

be fair. I’m already the best looking of all of us.

sexler than how come

be sure to relay that opinion of yours to our Luna.”

dare,” he says in a cold voice that I know is deadly serious. Then he stands and opens his blinds and we

wouldn’t hurt to find out. And we could also use a pair of cat eyes to take up scouting, because I don’t know where that girl came from, but I have a

a sharply, before cursing under his breath about never having enough time to get his mate pregnant. “Fuck.

knowing smile. “Ahhh. Does that mean

the

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