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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

out of the way

which instantly puts my dick on high alert

Fucking hell.

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

on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my bang bang down enough to start my feet.

averting my eyes as hers go climbing up

I swear to God I almost trip over my own two feet as I step

we step beyond the threshold and I have to

wave then blowing

Holy fuck. Really?

enough to read the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I tear my attention from the station completely

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her gaze locked on the trees and woods that surround this place, but I know there’s nothing out

angry at the way she just said goodbye to the entire damned precinct.

over with a violet heat that makes me

Anastacia.”

stalling by the door a moment before I hear the pitter

shoes. When I gaze back at her, I can almost see the soreness of them in her

doesn’t really matter, because I won’t really be driving her out of town anyway.

carry her and goddamn if the soft

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