The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 268

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Eight

CANE

“One last try,” I mumble to Gryffin, out in the woods.

“No. Not yet. You’re worn out. Can’t you feel it? You need to eat. And for the record–so the fuck do 1.

“But how can this be? Maybe the change didn’t happen after all. Maybe it failed, I snarl, glaring up at the heavens.

“It did not,” Gio says in a bored tone. “I can smell you. You are not only a shifter, but you are a powerful one. Besides, your fangs chomped out a couple of times. Use that to scare Roman instead of your shifted form.” He winks.

Despite this man being the one I have to thank for saving my life, I have the strangest urge to knock the amused grin right off his heckling face.

“You know what actually might work a lot better than you standing naked in the trees? Domonic gizzles, casting his eyes toward the house. “A hunt,”

“Oooohhhh yeah!!!” Goose croons, excitement flashing in his gaze. “Fuck yeah! I’m down!”

“Do you really want to chance releasing that vagrant piece of shit back on the world just to help me realize my new form?” I snap. “I’m the one in need of provocation and even I know how stupid that would be.”

“Not him, pussy cat, Domonic laughs. The spare. Teddy.”

occupied any type of space in my mind. Not for any reason. Not at all. Not even when he tried to make a bid for my sister.”

because you don’t already know that he

the corner of the woods. “No. No. We don’t say

that’s right!” Bartlett

snarl. “Are you talking about those

me and then gazing around at the wolves and lions around us. “Told you. Tiny pickles. Even he knows

me with a taunting smile on his face, But does he know the

growls, his fangs slashing out and his muscles coiling to shift.

the Elder Few are this tight. There’s

my apprehension aside and step toward Domonic. Tell me, oh King

ANASTACIA

the younger officers on duty tells me form his perch near the elevator. “The sheriff said he’d release you. I’m sure he intends to do so.”

why I’m pacing

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allow a smile to cross my lips despite the hunger of his gaze making me feel somewhat queasy and he leers at me with a lick of his lips. the bulge in the front of his pants catching my attention as it

Odd.

as easily without magic as I can with. But the natural engagement of such is so much more fleeting and narrow. Not nearly as potent and uncontrolled as Boy Wonder’s reaction to me is over there. I mean, I think he

fact.

tweaked to its heights by my magic.

his package when he was

the mud caked to my skin. Those things

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