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

she’s too far gone in her own head to notice and

my sister,” she says softly.

on the door handle and the way she’s suddenly

thinks she’s going to take off on me.

I’ll let

no little demon. That’s

brain. I’m not going to let her leave. She won’t escape me.

magic on me.

been

She’s my mate and I am hers and no matter

pulling into my driveway, I roll right past

fuck?” she snaps. “Paul?! Where the hell

really think I’m going to let you take off and face this on your own? Really, baby? Do you think I don’t see you preparing

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