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

dare.

I hear a low grow numble within hits chest. The wolf in him comes

1 curi

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 more that certain that Paed can probably

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out there, aren’t they? I hiss, my eyes grazing over the bark of the trees hunting for any sign of movement.

arm, he fishes

Shit.

cleft of my ass as he 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

pack, despite that this place does not seem like any sort of Packland that I’ve ever come across.

Destined.

am away from Paul, Draco is

once more.

while. Just a tiny… little… while.

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 are real?

I won’t.

fuck, bitch you never learn

after he jumps inside and starts

at me.

I’ve been cold all

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

someone. Then again, maybe I do get it right, but as it isn’t much more

smiles, and lude comments. Leers and rakish

or extra food while I was in, they would have been provided to me upon request…

what’s hunting

following me?” I ask,

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flexing deliciously as his hands tense on the steering wheel. “You know that

“Ana, 1 gripe.