The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Two

CANE

“Pleaset 1–I’m sorry!” Ted screams, fighting like hell to find purchase anjing the uncooperative evergreens of the forest. “1-1 don’t want to dier (4)

My new body feels amazing and despite the cries of the whelp hollering for forgiveness, I’m hardly paying him any attention at all. In fact, the moment I shifted, I stopped chasing the fucket. I mean, it’s not like I intended to catch him anyway, and if I’m being honest, I kind of ow him one.

He helped unleash the beast.

And the beast is frighteningly big. And fast. And limber. And strong. And able to climb up the sides of the trees to the tippy tippy top without nuich more than a few flicks of the wrist.

Oh yeah. I was meant to be a hunter, just like my father said. Just not the type of hunter he imagined,

No. I’m a lion and Gryffin may be taller than me in human form, but only by an inch or so.

In low form though? I’ve got twenty pounds on him at least.

Haha!

I’m so goddamned happy I don’t even realize Ted has pissed himself until the others shift back into their human forms and gather around him, while floundering across the frost covered ground in hysterics.

*Please no! Please God no! I never meant to hurt her! I swear to God! thought I loved her! I just wanted her so bad! I–I’m so, so, damned sorry!” Ted is crying now, on his knees as if he’s praying to a tree.

But that the fuck is he talking about? Hurt her how? And who? What?

The laughter all around has died as suddenly as it started, and Quinn’s naked ass has begun to growl.

you mean… you never ment to hurt her?” Quinn asks Ted in a deadly voice. “The pair of you went out together… on a date,

“What do you

right?”

Ted’s snillle mulle his words, but I still hear them when he says, “I didn’t rape her! I swear! you can ask Roman. He–he’s the one that stopped me,”

What The Firck.

“Rape her? Quinn hisses. “You fucked her. Right?”

his head crazily. “N–no! Id–didn’t. W wait… I mean, wh–what? 1-1 made a mistake is all. I tried to… to be with her b–b–but, sh- she

snaps a warning. “Back off.

as to what actually went on between my Lilac and this pussy ass, piece of average shit that

but his eyes are not on me as I stalk forward as stealthily as

to… to FOWCF yourself on my girl, motherfucker? Is

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it when

so

fifty feet away from them and the very next I’m shifted back into my human form with my hands wrapped and Ted’s throat, and a fully shifted werewolf tossed out of my way

From the very, fucking beginning,” 1 pit.

ANASTACIA

rod pressed against my slit and for a moment I don’t even hear his question, “Wh what?” I I reply, cringing when I hear how moantil I sound. Shit, shit, double shit

around the underside of my ass for the quickest second, and I swear I hear him gran under his breath before

black as he gazes down at me. “I said… you’re

fist at his sides, his brow furrowing almost as if he regrets the accusation in his words, but it’s too late, I

don’t even know what to say to him now. No, I’m not a witch asshole. Fm

thing,” he says with a smirk, gazing around his space as if he’s never seen it

surroundings. Everything in this place is drenched in shades of black, yellow, and to my immense surprise, deep dark violet. The walls are painted an almost silky gray. While my gaze dances across the far wall and the enomous television there, Paul hits a switch and a digital fireplace dampes to life beneath it, the actual warmth releasing within it, drawing me forward,

him while simultaneously smiling at him with my eyes.

eyes are for a moment as he studies me, still dark as pitch, his pupils fully dilated. Tve only met one other Voodoo Queen in my life and she was much older than you are. And her eyes were hazel, but I remember how they would flash gold when she would cast. She once threatened to turn me into a

of all, I’m not a Voodoo Queen and just Just… gifted.

thought I was in love with her daughter. I thought she was my mate. She

that

it’s too

taunts me. Then whose house would you be safely tucked inside?”

I let

has me straightening my spine and gazing at him again. To my surprise he doesn’t look mad at me, just mad in general and I cannot say that it’s a bad look on him. Anger makes his

a hot bath,” I whisper, feeling

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let me done

ask, with a teasing smile. Kiss me? Undress me? Fuck me against the wall? The