The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy

ANASTACIA

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

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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. Are you

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 in him comes straight to the forefront as his eyes dart around the landscape straight

little as 1 curi deeper into

gaze is steady as the hillside and although I cannot sense the hounds myself from whatever distance they might be, I know they are likely watching, he a wolf shafter I to

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hiss, my eyes grazing over the bark of the trees hunting

doesn’t know exactly who they are. Shifting all of my weight onto one arm, he fishes in his pocket for his keys

Shit.

steps away. Closing the door with a swift click, his attention still on the woods I sigh with relief, feeling safer than I have in over a week. When I realize how dark his windows are they instantly make me feel even more secure, even though I know the hounds can likely see right through their tint. But who cares about

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

Destined.

certain, the moment I am away from Paul, Draco is going to pounce. The very moment I am alone, I’ll become

once more.

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

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 if his attentions

I won’t.

dumb as fuck, bitch you never learn

even after he jumps inside and starts the engine of the jeep. “Are you cold?” he asks

at me.

I’ve been

his attention locked on the north end of the woods. Then 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 get right when I charm someone. Then again, maybe I do get

like smiles, and lude comments.

I was in, they would have been provided to me upon request… but he’s right. None of those dudes was actually thinking about me. Not one of them.

to talk about what’s hunting you,”

I ask, just to

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

“Ana, 1 gripe.