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?”

shakes 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 didn’t

“Back off.

Dom. I think we may have been a little confused as to what actually went on between

Gryffin warns, but his eyes are not on me

to… to FOWCF yourself on my girl, motherfucker? Is that he she saw your dick?” Quinn barks.

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it when it happened Please, please, please! She said she forgave mett

shifting so swiftly he

very next I’m shifted back into my human form with my hands wrapped and Ted’s throat, and a fully

that story again for me, Ted. From the

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a moment I don’t even hear his question, “Wh what?” I I reply, cringing when I hear

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

gazes down at me. “I said…

around myself. His hands fist at his sides, his brow furrowing almost as if he regrets the accusation in

not a witch asshole. Fm Gifted. Im not

with a smirk, gazing around his space as if he’s never seen

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

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

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 chicken so

or not, they’re not evil First of all, I’m not a Voodoo Queen and just Just… gifted. For her to threaten you that way, you must

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

that

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

Then whose house would you be safely tucked inside?”

of my lip, I let my shoulders sag. “I’d probably

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 muscles coil and flex in a way that has my mouth watering and my panties soaking. Shit, that’s right. He promised

bath,” I whisper, feeling his gaze on me like a physical touch from

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he rasps. “Just let

me? Fuck me