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.”

his head. “Told you,” he whispers. “Something strange… in the neighborhood… who you gonna call… not me

I cough, barely shuffling out of the way in time to

approach, her eyes cast downward toward my zipper which instantly puts my dick on high alert and I’m hard as stone before I can take so

Fucking hell.

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

asshole. 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 bang down enough to start my feet. Yes bang bang and no, it’s not a nickname that I have

averting my eyes as hers go

almost trip over my own two feet as I step out the door.

as we step beyond the threshold

She giggles, shooting them a slight wave then blowing

Holy fuck. Really?

gaze, then I tear my attention from the station completely and

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

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

violet heat that makes me smile, but I

Anastacia.”

the door a moment before I hear the pitter patter of

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 very damned best to hide it.

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

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