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.”

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

I cough, barely shuffling out of the

toward my zipper which instantly puts my dick on high alert and I’m hard

Fucking hell.

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 balls and I almost don’t know what to

of naked old dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage

I manage to say, averting my

she murmurs behind me and I swear to God I almost trip

as we step beyond the threshold and I have to bite

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

Holy fuck. Really?

the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I tear my attention from the

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the trees and woods that surround this place, but I know

reason I am unreasonably angry at the way she just said

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

Anastacia.”

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

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

really matter, because I won’t really be driving her out of town anyway. We’re headed straight for my place, she just doesn’t know it

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