The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Three

PAUL

The ride to my house is silent as the grave. Anastacia hasn’t said a word to me since her traumatizing phone call to her sister. Not one word. And despite that everything in me is begging to take her in my ans and kiss her fears away, I know she needs her space right at

the moment.

So… I give it to her.

But if I ever have to see her cry like that again… like she is all alone in the world and terribly afraid… I’ll lose it. In fact, even now, I’m on the edge of a shift. Just picturing her running for her life in the way she described on the phone to her sister almost has me hoping Draco does plan to grab the girl. Because, the moment I see him again, I’m going to rip his head from his neck just to have him claim another body. Why? So I can do it to him all over again, of course. I wonder how times I could do that to him before he finally gave in and just surrendered to the sunlight.

Would he tire of me constantly snapping his neck? Or would the sensation start to grow on him? Like a wart or a tumor.

One thing is for certain. I’m going to have that little fuck begging for mercy before he sees his end.

As we turn toward my street, I look over at Anastacia. “You’re not going to New Orleans, little demon. You’re not. She huffs in irritation, not even deigning to look at me, nor provide me with a response. “It’s what he wants. You have to know that.” She shrugs and I can’t help the helpless anger that rises in me when she does. “Anastacia-”

to do. You haven’t even

she’s too far gone in her own head to notice and she doesn’t even so much as glance at me.

to get to my sister,”

her hand on the door handle and the way she’s suddenly wearing her brand new

to take off

I’ll

That’s just

and stomp it into her brain. I’m not going to let her leave. She won’t escape me. I’m faster, stronger, bigger… running from me won’t be anything like running from those hounds. Especially

magic on me.

she can and she’s been

no, I don’t really believe that part and it’s high time that I accept the truth. She’s my mate and I am hers and no matter what manner of being she is, witch, or frog,

instead of pulling into my driveway, I roll right past my house.

she snaps. “Paul?! Where the hell are you

and face this on your own? Really, baby? Do you think

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