The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Six

PAUL

Shes wrong. I don’t hate it. But that is what bothers me,

I should hate it. Shouldn’t 17

She’s a witch. A conjurer. She has powers I’m completely unfamiliar with and it fucks up my heart.

She’s more than beautiful enough for me to be naturally attracted to, so I know my desire for her is a primal thing. And actual thing

That’s not the problem.

The thing that gets me is the other stuff. The purple mist, the flashing eyes, the not knowing why my heart is pumping so rapidly with my fingers stroking up her ankle,”

If she’s bewitching me, it makes more sense. If she casted some sort of charm over me,

ne, then I ge

My brow furrows as I tune into her pulsing, galloping heart, and match it with my own.

Am I really affecting her? Or is it in trick?

“You don’t have to use your magic on me,” 1 murmur quietly.

I get it. And I resent it.

Her head snaps up and she snarls behind clenched teeth, “You. Are. Burning. The Food. And I’m hungry” She jerks out of my grip and spins away from the sink, kicking me with her tiny legs in the process. If you won’t cook it. I will.”

She leaps from the counter and I watch as she saunters toward my stove to take over. My eyes are on the barely viuble lines of her juicy little ass as she works and I stroke my cock on the outside of my sweats to ease a little of the tension she created.

For some reason, the sight of her cooking in my kitchen sends an explosion of warmth through me. She looks perfect there. And call me an asshole if you want to, but I like the image of her as a homemaker.

My homemaker.

Fucking hell.

She’s not your anything. She’s a witch running from dogs.

“Tell me about the hounds,” I say to her, grabbing the mop out of the closet. I need to make sure all that powdered glass is gone.

off the pan and onto a plate to rest. Her hair is still wet and

never did.”

Leaning on the doorframe, 1 watch her start the chicken. With a roll of her eyes, she reaches toward my spice rack and grabs the cayenne, adding a healthy dose of it to the bubbling butter.

her plump, delectable lip. Her eyes bat in my direction, dilating when she focuses on my bare chest.

think I have any. What made you want that?”

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away from me. “I don’t wait it. Not

chest and I step forward. “And why’s

whispers, clearing her throat

want you…” I repeat not ready to let it

as she fills a pot with water

could be true, but still… I have to ask. Is

her impossibly long fashes casting a shadow over her cheeks. “It’s

the dining room and set the table. I lean in close as I step past her and whisper in her

What? Yuck!”

lore honeycomb,

me and this gives me pause.

me, she loves papaya.

setting the table, I turn around to see her transferring the abundance of food onto platters I had

phone, I shoot Draven

like papaya to

Luna D-

this a trick question?

Humor me.

Luna D-

honestly couldn’t say. I’ve never been so bold

Me-

that’s a no.

Luna D-

weird shit for

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mad at me if you knew

Luna D