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.

I cough, barely shuffling out of the way

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

Fucking hell.

see her gaze widen and

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 eyes as hers go climbing up my frame.

I almost trip over my own two feet as I

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

slight wave then blowing a two handed kiss in their direction.

Holy fuck. Really?

meet Rainier’s only long enough to read the ‘I told you so‘ in his gaze, then I tear my attention from the station completely and onto the path

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

at the way she just

a violet heat that makes me smile, but I just step past her and head toward my car.

Anastacia.”

before I hear the pitter patter of

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

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

I don’t even think before sweeping her into my arms to carry her and goddamn if the