The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy

ANASTACIA

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All that same for heat to midim the bemuku, der expense of the gut but my box* For a moment, I forget the type of gon’s healy at the matt

taught me about shifters and of me to try or that she thing on time, her the time foxy by Yast

My zaza fises from his as to the wind founded Wond of it and promise of the life and was fed yet w there, leaning toward what would pestatly has the wreed singed mile of my fine and the making went the Cotting off the connection felt so amoy that my head give and pushing to do my sist

Stupid, stupid, girl. Were you really going to make a font of yourse

Yes, bitch. I was, the me

Still, for some reason I find my chest aching a bit with bee Stupid, hare, grally when to some unaffected by by it.

Sorry about that, 1 whinger, clutching my fingers into his shit and in the suis planes of the chest file with tode

Oh my… what in the everloving hell is wrong with ma

His eyes flutter downward once more to tangle with the line of my sight before to cars his throat and says, tho I am abiety nor sorry about that

* For a long heartstopping moment of confusion I’m momentarily caught off guard, then his lips quick up in a hat smile and I bet house

with the most natural, most genuine laugh the had in a long time, gr, I singer Ohay than

Just as we reach the door to a candy apple red way, I find him looking deres at me again is begin bieg teathy disappears as tus pupils dilate, their aim falling toward my mouth as he licks his life. I could alter swear his aus disse a little and that his gap tiginens around me, the tendons in his neck tending as he leans just a toy but closer. My head I can tear thumping tembing and is completely out of sync with its usual, simple rhyth

What are your he whispers, but he doesn’t really look intent on that asset as he lowers his head chose Drawn, down, down… almost as if hypnotized by something in me.

I’m yours…

It’s in my throat. On the end of my tongue. Everywhere in me. And I long to say it butt

you fucking dare.

wind, his entire body colling with unese Tipping his head up to the air, I hear a low grow numble within hits chest. The wolf

little as 1 curi deeper into

from whatever distance they might be, I know they are likely watching,

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aren’t they? I hiss, my eyes grazing over the bark of the trees

not even pretending that he doesn’t know exactly who they are. Shifting all of my weight onto one arm, he fishes in his pocket

Shit.

When I realize how dark his windows are they instantly make me feel even more

are rogues, or vagabonds, or ignorant. I’ve already seen enough since arriving here to tell me that Paul and Rainier must be members of the same pack, despite that this place does not seem like any sort of Packland that I’ve ever come across. Not that there have been many. Regardless, their presence was thick enough at the station that I know there are more

Destined.

thing is for certain, the moment I am away from Paul, Draco is going to pounce. The very

once more.

Paul to let me stick around. At least for a little while. Just a tiny… little… while. Long enough for me to do a little

heads around the car I can’t help but rub my thighs together. There is justs something about him that screams for my attention and I’m almost afraid to try and charm him, because once I do, how will I know

I won’t.

dumb as fuck, bitch you never learn your

even after he jumps inside and starts the

at me.

I’ve been cold

he hits a few buttons on his steering wheel and heat blasts through the vents. “As many admirers as you had in the sheriff’s station today, you’d think at least one of them would have seen to your comforts while you

lip, I realize he’s right. That alone is something that i never seem to get right when I charm someone. Then again, maybe I do

like smiles, and lude comments. Leers and rakish

extra food while I was in, they would have been provided to me upon request… but he’s right. None of

what’s hunting you,” Paul whispers

I ask, just

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the steering wheel. “You know that I do. The same way

“Ana, 1 gripe.