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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.”

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

I cough, barely shuffling out of the way in time

at the large glass doors as I approach, her eyes cast downward toward my zipper which instantly puts my dick on high alert and I’m hard as stone

Fucking hell.

to try and get her attention raised upward. It doesn’t work. At least, not until I see her gaze widen and

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

to say, averting my eyes as hers go climbing up my frame.

she murmurs behind me and I swear to God I almost trip over my own two feet as

A chorus of males shout out to her as we step beyond the threshold

then blowing

Holy fuck. Really?

long enough to read the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I tear my attention from

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wait right here for you?” she asks suddenly, her gaze locked on the trees and woods that surround this place, but I know there’s nothing out

reason I am unreasonably angry at the way she just said goodbye to

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

Anastacia.”

quips angrily, stalling by the door a moment before I hear the pitter patter of her bare feet racing

soreness of them in

town anyway. We’re headed straight for my place, she just

carry her and goddamn if the soft feel of her skin doesn’t

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