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.

out of the way in

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 can take so much

Fucking hell.

attention raised upward. It doesn’t work. At least, not until I see her gaze widen and something that looks like a blush

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

manage to say, averting my

murmurs behind me and I swear to God I almost trip over my own two feet as I step out the door.

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

wave then blowing a

Holy fuck. Really?

eyes meet Rainier’s only long enough to read the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I tear

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trees and woods that surround this place, but I know there’s nothing out there right now so I shake my head

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

me smile, but I just step past her and head toward my car.

Anastacia.”

the door a moment before I hear the pitter patter of her bare feet

soreness of them in her eyes, despite the fact that she is doing her very damned best to hide it.

be driving her out of town anyway. We’re headed

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