The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
Chapter 295
The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety–Five
TIMMONS
After scouring the woods, I drive into town. Domonic has put us on high alert and while Rainier and Koda have been given border patrol, I’m left scouting the town proper for all manner of tourists.
That chick, Rose, she’s trouble.
She needs to get the message and maybe I should be the one to give it to her…
Fucking Enforcers? Really? What the fuck are they? What can their purpose be? What laws do they plan to carry out?
And now because of Rose, I’m being forced to brave some of the places I prefer never to cast eyes on if I can help it.
Lucky for me, I pretty much know who everyone is just on sight of their vehicles alone. So I might not even have to get out of my car during my sweep.
But as I coast onto the main drag, it’s the sighting of one vehicle in particular that has me on edge and when I see Paul’s jeep parked next to it, my hackles are raised.
“Fuck me, really? Just had to take your girl there?” I say to no one at all.
Idling at the stoplight even after it turns green, my muscles tense with the want to take a left instead of the right that I had planned.
Before I went and looked toward the docks. And as traffic swerves around me – because they wouldn’t dare honk – I’m left to argue with myself.
I don’t want to see her.
I hate her.
But Paul’s in there right now with his mate and…
…fuck. I guess dropping in for a quick coffee wouldn’t kill me.
No. But it might make you wish you were dead.
Can this shit get any worse???
One mate, two mate, three mate, four, why did mine have to be a whore?
I almost do it. I almost turn the wheel, but then I remember what it felt like to watch her kiss one of my brothers and I take a right
instead.
Fuck it. Some of us are destined to be alone.
PAUL
I feel it right away. The cold loss of her warm palm, the tingling pleasure gathered from her fingers coiled with my own… gone. It’s a physical force in and of itself, and for a moment I almost don’t
am a good Beta. The best. And I
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Domonic-
you fucked up my yacht. Care to
Me-
By now you’ve been
Domonic-
a witch, huh?
Me-
Fuck you
Domonic-
down to New Orleans when we were young?
Me-
I
Domonic-
the details? Does she know how fucking
Me-
She doesn’t. I am a man. I am a beast.
Domonic-
you eat chicken feed for a week just to keep her from changing you into a bird? Leave that for me then. Maybe I can get her to turn you into a turkey just for fun. I for one, would love
Me-
you asshole. NO ONE is
Domonic-
we’ll see. FIX MY BOAT DICKHEAD! We’ll talk about taking your dame
Me-
it. No one is going to take her
Domonic-
bond is new for you, so I’ll pretend you didn’t just jizz out an order right onto my hand.
Me-
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actually haven’t bonded her yet and pretend whatever you like, it won’t change a fucking thing.
Domonic-
take a piece of Roman out to a fandom island, then deal with some Elder Few morons, but after that… Draven and I will be heading home and I’m willing to bet she’s going to want to
loves me and once I explain
it’s such a
we eating or texting?” Anastacia chimes out and I slide my phone back into my pocket before
While my fingers were tapping away on my phone, she must have taken the liberty to cut up my steak. How very…
sudden fire booms between my legs as I realize… this
my left hand back down between her legs and turn my wrist to cup her sex on the outside of her sweatpants. Her fork clatters onto her plate and her eyes
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