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.”

and he smirks at me knowingly with a shake of his head. “Told you,” he whispers. “Something strange… in the neighborhood… who you gonna call… not me asshole.”

shuffling out of the way in time to avoid his

puts my dick on high alert and I’m hard as stone before I

Fucking hell.

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

two of naked old dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my bang bang down enough to start my feet. Yes bang bang and no, it’s not a nickname that I have for my dick.

manage to say, averting my eyes as hers go climbing up

I swear to God I almost trip

A chorus of males shout out to her as we step beyond the threshold and I have to bite down on my tongue to

y’all!” She giggles, shooting them a slight wave then blowing a two handed

Holy fuck. Really?

only long enough to read the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I

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you?” she asks suddenly, her gaze locked on the trees and woods that surround

reason I am unreasonably angry at the way she just said goodbye to the entire damned precinct. “No. I’m not

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

Anastacia.”

I hear the pitter patter of her bare

fuck, that’s right. She doesn’t even have shoes. When I gaze back at her, I can almost see the soreness of them in her eyes, despite the fact that she is doing her

of town

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