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

to pull up his thread. 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 respond to the text, wanting instead

I am a good Beta. The best. And I answer.

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Domonic-

my yacht. Care to explain?

Me-

By now you’ve been

Domonic-

witch, huh?

Me-

Fuck you

Domonic-

when we were young? The Haitian girl whose mother almost put

Me-

I told

Domonic-

does she have all the details? Does she know how fucking scared you were?

Me-

I am a man. I am

Domonic-

that Voodoo Queen made 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-

ONE is telling her that

Domonic-

FIX MY BOAT DICKHEAD! We’ll talk about taking your dame out to the ruins

Me-

allow it. No one is going to take her there.

Domonic-

I’ll pretend you didn’t just jizz out an order right onto

Me-

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and pretend whatever you like, it won’t change a

Domonic-

I have to 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

you! Son–of–a–bitch. Draven loves me and once I explain why,

a shame you’re so dumb.

out and I slide my phone back into my pocket before she can see any of what Domonic and I were texting

away on my

legs as I realize… this leaves at least one hand free.

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 go wide as

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