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The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–Nine

PAUL

“I’m having her brought up now,” Rainier says as the pair of us step outside his office. “Are you sure about this? You really want to be the one to handle her? I-”

“Yes!” I say interrupting for the hundredth time. “I still don’t get what it is about her that has got you so-”

But before I can finish the elevator doors open and she steps out, the scent of honeycomb even stronger now that she’s close. My fangs tingle as I gaze down at her. She’s a tiny thing. Not much taller than five feet, but goddamn is she perfect.

I can feel my fangs tingling. Shit.

Rainier steps back, almost as if he’s afraid to let her near him, the he says, “You’re all set to leave Miss Bordeaux-

“Ana!” She snaps, her eyes flaring violet for a moment.

“Miss Bordeaux, Rainier counters, narrowing his gaze defiantly.

Anastacia murmurs something under her breath, something I’m sure she didn’t intend for the pair of us to hear, but we do.

“Fucking mated wolves.”

at me knowingly with a shake of his head. “Told you,”

the way in time to avoid

glass doors as I approach, her eyes cast downward toward my zipper which instantly puts my dick

Fucking hell.

get her attention raised upward. It doesn’t work. At least, not until I see her gaze widen and something that looks like a blush stain her cheeks – which actually makes the problem worse. Suddenly I’m carrying what feels like dumbbells attached to

Shake it off. Walk, homie, walk. It takes a moment. Along with a vision or two of naked old dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my bang

my eyes

and I swear to God I almost trip over my own two feet as I

as we step beyond the threshold and I have to bite down on my

giggles, shooting them a slight wave then blowing a two handed kiss in

Holy fuck. Really?

gaze, then I

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the trees and woods that surround this place, but I know there’s nothing out there right now so I shake my head no.

she just said goodbye to the entire damned precinct. “No. I’m

glazing over with a violet heat that makes me smile, but I just step past her

Anastacia.”

the door a moment before I hear the pitter patter of her bare feet racing my way.

right. She doesn’t even have shoes. When I gaze back at her, I can almost see the soreness of them in

won’t really be driving her out of town anyway. We’re headed straight for my place,

and goddamn if the soft feel of her

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