The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty–One

ANASTACIA

atil Paul apeel fa come up here with me, I spent the entire time crying in the center of the bed. The past week has been a long one, and I suppose it has finally taken its toll. My sister was expecting me to show up at Gran’s house on the day that she died. I told her that I

there. Pomised that Til show up. I definitely meant to. But of course, things don’t always go as planned. Especially when your boyfriend turns out to be a twa huuled year old monster intent on degjuring your soul,

Tansonnow I will call her. I’m sure one of these shifters has a plane that can use. I have to know that she is safe and I need to tell her how worry I am about everything

Now that Paul will be coming upstairs to keep me company, I finally draw down the covers and dim the lights. The moment I climb under The security of his weighted velvet blankets and down comforter, a sense of peace surrounds me. My head falls heavily on the softest of pallows and I turn my face into it, inhaling deeply, I smell him all over the damn thing and the scent of him soothes me. With a moan of satisfaction, I let my eyes fall closed.

Ole goddess… The bed feels heavenly and my bones are studdenly aching with exhaustion.

How I fall asleep yet Wait for his

at… To not sate if I can. Sleep is harreling down on me like an eighteen wheeler and I’m helpless to stop it. I’m just so tired.

The door creaks open and still can’t open my eyes, but I can speak. Paul,” I whisper.

He inhales sharply and I hear him walk toward the bed. I want him in 1 want to feel his warmth next to mine.

“Tuck,” he whispers. The bed dips on the apposite side, the heavy mass of him drawing me deeper into the middle. “You look so harmless like this, he says softly. So innocent. I guess you couldn’t be charming me now, now could you? That would probably be pretty hard while you’re asleep.”

Hat Tim not asleep… though I am pretty close. However, I don’t say anything, just reach for him with one hand, stroking my fingers over the bed until they meet with the warm skin of his forearm.

His tendons shift at the contact and I feel one hand close over my own, anchoring me to him and tracing small circles over my Desh. A shiver rides across my body, firing it up and begging me to inch closer to the fuse that started the blaze. Worming my body toward the conter of the bed until my forehead can feel the expulsion of heat that his skin gives off, I smile and call out to him again. Thank you.

as it traces the curve of my hip over the blanket. Shaping it and molding it against me like second skin. The motion has me moaning with pleasure even as I succumb to

mean things I said to them, and of my stubborn absolution that kept me tethered to a beast and… I whimper. You’re wrong, Paul. As the void of sleep

I never was,

the curve of my ass.

stroking my hip stops

what I’m feeling is real.”

to tell him that it is real. I want to speak to him about my dream about all the things that my Gran said to me, but I can’t… Im just too tired

PAUL

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Two Hundred Eighty

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be the one to protect her, or 1 might completely lose

het as I hear the scratch

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system. The weight of the dog on the roof just triggered one of the

I grows, lesping to my

my bedroom door open at my back and Rainier’s voice

from this spot. Not at all. First, I be those things are strong enough to shutter the triple paned bullet–proof sealed windows that make up my second story

mean

me away from her. For some reason, they don’t want

the roof. He wouldn’t risk himself,”

me. The trees are too close to your house. Tomorrow were going to have