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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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

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-” ”

candles,” Paul snaps immediately. “I don’t light

disappointing. I’m more than definitely going to

over the delicious tendons of his forearm as

my hand, then, after a moment, to my face. “I

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

snaps. “They’re a

fire hazard?

them, sure, But I never am and I need-”

“You

my toes. “I want candles.

“Yeah. So?”

a sprinkler system set up for fire prevention.

sighing heavily.

my arms and scooting toward the other end of the

going to light any in my house,” Paul says simply, glaring at the spot on the leather that I just vacated.

closer to the cage behind Rainier’s head, I request, “Can you drop me at a

mine in the rearview mirror. “I’m taking you to Paul’s. You’re

me there, that just make it more dangerous for me when

about?” Paul

not. Not without my

if you’re not,”

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out the window as the

in the front doorway when we roll to a stop, a look of absolute boredom on his face. Unfortunately, we are in a police vehicle, so I literally have to wait for Rainier to let me

hand out for me

keeping my arms wrapped so tightly around myself that my hails start to dig into the

Paul warns as Rainier opens his

I reply.

he

“I am.”

try, but I’m a wolf and I will

from a pack of wild dogs for a week, shifter.

your magic on them, and as you’ve pointed out already,

Fuck. He’s right.

going to have my candles or I am going to run

Paul’s eyes

entire time you’re here. So that

turned on! Not right now!

pissed! Be pissed!

churns inside of me then pours like honey from my core, I can feel it as it coats my slit and my pussy pulses to try and keep

a wicked golden light. His aquamarine gaze drops over me in a slow perusal as he admonishes, “Oh yeah, you’re definitely staying here. With me. I’ll tie you up if I

a

arms before I can blink and lifts me from the confines of the vehicle. I could try to fight 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

asking me to…

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