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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.”

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

shuffling out of the way in time to avoid his fist.

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 as

Fucking hell.

on the end of a hose and all I 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

dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage

say, averting my eyes

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

beyond the threshold and I have to bite down on my tongue

then

Holy fuck. Really?

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

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that surround this place, but I know there’s

angry at the way she just said goodbye to the entire damned precinct. “No. I’m not far.”

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

Anastacia.”

before I hear the pitter patter of her

right. She doesn’t even have shoes. When I gaze back at her, I can almost see the soreness of them in her eyes,

out of town anyway. We’re headed

into my arms to carry her and goddamn if

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