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. Better watch out or I might actually start

drags me against him, keeping my body tight against his as he eyes the scented candles up front, right next to Kyle. “Are

exactly. A – um… a friend of mine owns this spot and I promised I’d help her

sense a lie 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. This man, Kyle, is omitting something with

How peculiar.

I ask as sweetly as I’m able, doing a double take when I see Paul gathering two armfuls of golden brown candles. What

jaw clenches, his ice blue eyes flicking briefly toward the beaded doorway

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A complete one this time.

Huh.

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 counter. “Wait a minute, baby, I thought you needed candles.

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 the air as I glare

Kyle snaps, dropping his phone in

Kyle with a look. “Hey, hey, hey, careful, Kyle. Choose your next

me and I step back into the heart of the room, sidling up to Paul and checking out his 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. “I’m

go completely black for a second and his muscles flex deliciously. With a lick of his lips, his eyes glint in the artificial firelight of the lantern on the counter and he says, “Yeah… they don’t have honeycomb, so I grabbed everything else

see

to God if we weren’t in the middle of a fucking store I’d yank down his pants and ride him into the underworld right here and right now. “Because,” he states, his eyes going heavy with lust, “they might be

• Oh? Really?

in a girlish giggle, I face Kyle who looks utterly amused by Paul’s admonition. “Why can’t I shop what’s in the other

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

well and truly piqued. When I say my next words, I push out my energy, asking him

Based on something she sees in their eyes. At least, that’s what

you?” I go on, still coaxing him, still fishing for anything I can about the

be Gifted? That would

ramrod straight and he scowls, looking from me to Kyle

that’s right, I forgot. Paul can see my magic in the

Damn it.

his eyes on Kyle and the look he gives him is cold and hard with disbelief. “And what do you mean, your sister selects them, Kyle? As far as I know,