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-”

quaking. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You haven’t even bonded me! Don’t you get it? Until you do? I’m not safe. Until then,

in her own head to notice and

my sister,” she says

she’s suddenly wearing her brand

thinks she’s going to

thinks I’ll

Oh no little demon. That’s

her and stomp it into her brain. I’m not going to let her leave. She won’t escape

magic on me.

been lying about

I am hers and no matter what manner of being she is, witch, or frog, or demon, or angel… I want her and

into my driveway, I

Where the hell are you

face this on your own? Really, baby? Do you think I don’t

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