The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
Chapter 292
The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety–Two
ANASTACIA
The shoreline was quiet when we docked at the wharf, the fog of the morning fizzled out in the bright of the winter sun. Paul assured me it wouldn’t last long if at all, and I was determined not to waste even a speckle of sunlight.
Riding back to Paul’s house in the back of Rainier’s SUV, I say calmly, “I’m going to need a few things. What kinds of shops do you guys have around here? Any candle shops or… gift shops of any kind? That maybe… oh I don’t know… specialize in the Occult or the Metaphysical?” Paul tenses next to me, grinding his jaw and Rainier nearly steers off the road, filling me with a strange sort of apprehension. “I’m going to need candles and-”
“No candles,” Paul snaps immediately. “I don’t light candles in my home.
Well, that’s disappointing. I’m more than definitely going to need to.
“Why not?” I ask gently, stoking my finger over the delicious tendons of his forearm as I do.
He gaze falls toward my hand, then, after a moment, to my face. “I hate them.”
“Oh,” I reply. “Well unhate them. Because I need to set wards around your place if I’m going to be staying there, and I’m going to need a
bit more than table salt when I do.”
No,” he snaps. “They’re a fire hazard.”
They’re a fire hazard? What?
“They’re a fire hazard if you’re careless with them, sure. But I never am and I need-”
“NO!” Paul yells, his voice booming. “You don’t need wards. You have me.”
My gaze narrows, fury heating me from my fingers to my toes. “I want candles. I want assurances. Isi’t your house a newer model?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So I’m sure you have a sprinkler system set up for fire prevention. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” he hisses, sighing heavily. “So what?”
“So I need candles,” I spit, crossing my arms and scooting toward the other end of the back seat.
“Well, you’re not going to light any in my house,” Paul says simply, glaring at the spot on the leather that I just vacated.
“Fine,” I growl. Sitting up a little closer to the cage behind Rainier’s head, I request, “Can you drop me at a motel, please?”
Rainier chuckles, his dark eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you to Paul’s. You’re his mate. You belong with him.”
“Well I’m not–staying with him,” I snap. “And if you take me there, that just make it more dangerous for me when I leave on foot.”
What the fuck are you talking about?” Paul grumbles. You are staying with me.”
“I’m not. Not without my candles.”
“The fuck if you’re not,” Paul growls.
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of the morning fizzled out in the bright of the winter sun. Paul assured me it
I say calmly, “I’m going to need a few things. What kinds of shops do you guys have around here? Any candle shops or… gift shops of any kind? That maybe… oh I don’t know… specialize in the Occult or the Metaphysical? Paul tenses next to me, grinding his jaw and Rainier nearly steers off the road, filling me with a strange sort of apprehension. “I’m going to need candles and-”
“I don’t light
than definitely going to need
not?” I ask gently, stoking my finger over the delicious tendons of his forearm as I
after a moment, to
need to set wards around your place if I’m going to be staying there, and I’m going to need a bit more than table salt when I do.”
“They’re a fire
a fire
careless with them, sure, But I never am and I need-”
Paul yells, his voice booming. “You don’t
fingers to my toes. “I want candles. I
“Yeah. So?”
sure you have a sprinkler system set up
sighing heavily. “So
candles,” I spit, crossing my arms and scooting toward the other end of the back
simply, glaring at the spot on the leather
the cage behind Rainier’s
mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you
him,” I snap. “And if you take me there, that just make it more dangerous
the fuck are you talking about?” Paul grumbles. “You are
Not without
if you’re
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window as the familiar houses that mark his neighborhood start
explodes into laughter, only quieting down once we pull into Paul’s driveway behind his jeep. James is standing in the front doorway when we roll to a stop, a look of absolute boredom on his
hand out for me to
my arms wrapped so tightly around myself that my hails start to
Rainier opens
I reply. “I’m
not,” he chuckles.
“I am.”
try, but I’m a wolf and I
ran from a pack of wild dogs for a week, shifter. I wouldn’t be so
used your magic on them, and as you’ve pointed out already, your
Fuck. He’s right.
“But understand this – I am going to have my candles
Paul’s eyes
“Then I guess I better keep you underneath me the entire time you’re here. So that you can’t run.
get turned on! Not right
pissed! Be pissed!
me then pours like honey from my core, I can feel it
Paul’s eyes flash with a wicked golden light. His aquamarine gaze drops over me in a slow perusal as he admonishes, “Oh yeah, you’re definitely
a
him, but why bother? I’m not going to win. He’s infinitely stronger than I am, and my magic isn’t worth squat as far as he’s concerned. Besides, the way his arms curl beneath me, the way his biceps flex against my back… all of it weakens my resolve. Making
he is asking me
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