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.

a plate to rest. Her hair is still wet and already the curls bounce and sway with her every movement. “I didn’t kill his sister. He doesn’t ever fine a sister. As far as

never did.”

and then putting away my supplies. 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. Cute. So she likes spicy foods.

focuses on my bare chest. “Yeah. I was feeling a couple of cocktail. I dunno. Like a pupaya Pina Colada or something.”

I have

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from me. “I don’t wait it. Not

chest and I step forward. “And why’s that?” I challenge her, my eyes traveling over the delicious caramel of her legs.

want me,” she whispers, clearing her throat

not ready

on the food in front of her as she fills a pot with water and milk for potatoes. “You. You

I have to ask. Is that what you honestly believe? That I don

glaring up at my face from shuttered eyelids, her impossibly long fashes casting a shadow over her

head for the dining room and set the table. I lean in close as I step past her and whisper in her ear, “You smell

Yuck!”

lore honeycomb,

says behind me and this gives me pause.

telling me, she loves papaya.

table, I turn around to see her transferring the abundance of food onto platters I had set on the breakfast nook. Papaya….

shoot Draven a

like papaya to

Luna D-

a trick question?

Humor me.

Luna D-

never been so bold as

Me-

a no. Thanks

Luna D-

shit

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