The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred

ANASTACIA

The interior of the shop was all dark wood and corners of candlelight. Entire shelves devoted to different elements stood in every corner of the room. Candles and herbs, crystals and scrying bowls, books that looked too new to be of any use and jewelry that claimed to bring luck and love. These are all things that drench the space, clogging it and washing it of any true magic. None of it feels real. It is all simple… artificial. The man behind the high glass counter looks as if he would rather be anywhere else but here, and judging by the way he keeps looking at the clock on the wall, it appears it will be a very long day for him.

I am just about to give up what I originally thought was going to be a fantastic find when I feel it… an energy that thrums from beyond a beaded hallway. My eyes fix on the dark space beyond, my breath coming in quick gasps as Paul finally enters the store at my back. He had allowed me to enter on my own, claiming he didn’t want anything to do with any of it, but now here he is. As if he could sense my apprehension. As if he could feel my plight.

“What is it, beautiful?” he whispers, dipping down close to my ear. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s…” I start toward the beaded doorway only to be stopped by the cashier.

“That room is private!” he says quickly, hardly looking up from his phone.

I feel it when Paul tenses at my back, so I’m only half surprised when he speaks to the shopkeeper like they are old friends. “Kyle?” Paul

says.

The shopkeeper flinches, finally looking up from his device and studying Paul for a cool minute before a half smile breaks out across his

handsome features.

“Paul?” the man, Kyle, says.

“Dude! Long time no see. How are you?”

Kyle shrugs, his brow furrowing, despair clouding his energy in such a way that speaks of tremendous grief. “Oh you know. I’ve been

better.” Kyle clears his throat. “What the fuck are you doing here? I never pegged you for a Wiccan.”

Paul chortles, laughing heartily until I jab him in the ribs. “Uh,” he coughs. “Not me. My girl. She’s into this shhhh–stuff.”

“Very cute save Pretty Paul,” I tease him, raising an eyebrow.

gone and said it.

front, right next to Kyle. “Are you working here, dude?” His tone is

of mine owns this spot and I promised I’d help her out by watching the place for

in his words. Not all of them, but there is some sort of untruth in what he claims. I don’t know why, or how I know this, but I do.

How peculiar.

is it?” I ask as sweetly as I’m able, doing a double take when I see Paul gathering two armfuls of golden brown candles. What the devil? Is this the entire

clenches, his ice blue eyes flicking briefly toward the

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A complete one this

Huh.

certainly has a lot of novelties for sale, but I’m finting for something a bit more authentic so… nice meeting you.” Without another word I stomp toward the door angrily, only to be stopped by Paul when he whistles my way and drops about fifty pounds of useless wax on the

dinners. But they’re not what I’m looking for. The one’s that I need are back there in that I pinch my fingers into

his phone in his pocket.

hand up, stopping Kyle with a look. “Hey, hey, hey, careful, Kyle. Choose your next words

selections for the first time. Honeysuckle, Milk and Honey, Honeybun, Sugared Honey, Vanilla Caramel and Honey… What in the actual fuck? “Paul…” I say, batting my lashes up at him.

second and his muscles flex deliciously. With a lick of his lips, his eyes glint in the artificial firelight of the

when I see his cheeks redden with embarrassment.

ride him into the underworld right here and right now. “Because,” he states, his eyes going heavy with lust, “they might be the only kind I like. And…” he sighs, fishing out his credit card. “They might smell like

• Oh? Really?

blushing. Biting down on the inside of my cheek so I don’t erupt in a girlish giggle, I face Kyle who looks utterly amused

grits his teeth, throwing me a helpless look. “Only… special customers are allowed

my interest is well and truly piqued. When I say my next words, I push out my

sister selects them herself. Based on something she sees in their eyes. At least, that’s

you don’t believe her, do you?” I go on, still coaxing him, still

would be

scowls, looking from me to Kyle

can see my

Damn it.

and the look he gives him is cold and hard with disbelief. “And what