The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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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.”

a shake of his head. “Told you,” he whispers. “Something

shuffling out of the way

is lingering 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 before I

Fucking hell.

a hose and all I can do is clear my throat to try and 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 my

two of naked old dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my bang bang down enough to

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

almost trip over my own two feet as

as we step beyond the threshold and

then blowing

Holy fuck. Really?

then I tear my attention from the station completely and onto the path between

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trees and woods that surround this place, but

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

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

Anastacia.”

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

soreness of

her out of town anyway. We’re headed straight for

her into my arms to carry her and goddamn if the soft feel of her skin doesn’t send a thousand sparks lighting across my flesh.