The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Two

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“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?”

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.

I think we may have been a little confused as to what actually went on between my Lilac and this pussy ass, piece of average shit that just pissed in

Gryffin warns, but his eyes are not

FOWCF yourself on my girl, motherfucker?

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said I was sorry? Bonsan already punished me for it when it

hell not Quinn spits suddenly, shifting so swiftly he almost

happens next has every single pair of eyes completely fixated on dir, because one second I’m fifty feet away from them and the very next I’m shifted back into my human form with my hands wrapped and

Ted. From the very, fucking beginning,” 1 pit.

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steel 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

for the quickest second, and I swear I hear him gran under his breath before he peels me off of him and deposits my feet

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

suddenly narrows on me and I flinch, stepping away from him and curling my arms around myself. His hands fist at his sides, his brow furrowing

witch asshole. Fm Gifted. Im not a witch. I’m a

he says with a smirk, gazing around his space as if

in the modern yet homey 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

the same thing” I argue, glaring back at him while simultaneously smiling

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 chicken so that she could sacrifice me on the blood altar.”

or not, they’re not evil First of all, I’m not a Voodoo Queen and just Just… gifted. For

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

that

scowl. “Well it’s too bad she didn’t succeed

He taunts me. Then whose house

my lip, I let my shoulders

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 muscles coil and flex in a way that has my

have food and a hot bath,” I whisper, feeling

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“Just let me done

smile. Kiss me? Undress me? Fuck me against the wall? The world is your oyster