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.”

knowingly with a shake of his head. “Told you,” he whispers. “Something strange… in the neighborhood… who you gonna call… not

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

I approach, her eyes cast downward toward my zipper which instantly puts my dick on high alert and I’m hard as

Fucking hell.

least, not until I see her gaze widen and something that

with a vision or two of naked old dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my

manage to say, averting my eyes as

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

shout out to her as we step beyond the threshold

giggles, shooting them a slight wave then

Holy fuck. Really?

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

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right here for you?” she asks suddenly, her gaze locked on the trees and woods that

just said goodbye to

me, her eyes glazing over with a violet heat that makes me smile, but I just step past her and head

Anastacia.”

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

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

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

if the soft