The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Five

DOMONIC

“The speedboat has been delivered, Dom,” Logan says walking inside from the front of the packhouse. I programmed her with the coordinates to one of the small islets about fifty miles east of here that is said to be uninhabited. At least, the satellite feed says so Everything you need to set up camp and contain Roman is on the boat

“Perfect,” I say softly, dragging my eyes away from my mate who’s head resting on my lap. I’ve been petting Draven’s tummy for the last hour and a half. She fell asleep right here on the couch next to me and when she curled into me and tumbled into dreamland, I was there to catch her. I promised I would let her know before I went anywhere, it she’s been so fired lately and she might have to settle for a note. She’ll be pissed and dead set on punishing me for it, but I just want her to rest. So when Gio steps into the room, I relinquish him to her, letting him carry her upstairs to our bed.

Gio is the only man I would ever allow to do so.

“Lief and I are going to catch a ride back with Garret so that we can catch our flight to New Orleans.”

I sigh, standing up and looking toward where Quinn and Delilah are whispering in the kitchen. Catching my gaze, he reads the message in my eyes and sends me a nod of understanding.

It’s time to put our little plan in motion and I’m only taking one man with me, despite that they all wanted to be there. With half of our pack on the mainland and Paul heading to fucking swampville, our little army is being stretched thin. Lucky for us, Gio has men in the shadows of Port Orchard. Trained killers hiding out in the cut. I don’t even know where they are, so there’s no way any human hunters will have the drop on them.

Even so, I can only afford for two of us to go. Because there is no way in hell that I am leaving our mates vulnerable to any kind of side attack, or… God forbid… secret plot.

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Because if there were a secret plot, Rose would have to be behind it, and if Rose were behind something like that then…

Then nothing. You know goddamned well Draven would still protect her from you even if Rose was dirty – the beautiful little saint that she is.

But… at the very least I might get to scare the shit out of Rose… or maybe chase her around the way tree or two, or shit a brick or three. That might be fun.

Shake that little fantasy from your mind too. Bartlett would have to die first

Cane did Teddy. Make her climb a

Fuck it then.

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Paul’s mate. If it’s true what they’re

Bonus

09:04

that all?” Logan quips on his way

him over my shoulder, I say, “Don’t piss off any witchdoctors either. Keep your dicks in your

like last time.”

of your likeness,” he jokes and I flip him

seriously, gesturing for Quinn to accompany me

cold, dark, cellar, keeping my steps silent just for fun. When I

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How precious.

jerking with fear. He covers so prettily that

tinkle?” Quinn asks, sauntering down the stairs and into the room

orney and onto the floor. “For a tiny pickle, that’s a whole hell of

beg, his eyes glassy from hours spent whining doll crying. “My father will gladly

his pants I’m throwing him in the ocean,” Quinn mumbles, pinching his nose closed

the room. Roman lay chained to a cold iron shelf that we had bolted into the concrete when we first built this place. He was locked behind the same kind of bars that we have in the dungeons under the sheriff station and wrapped in chains wound tightly enough to ensure he is always sporting a healthy amount of rouge on his cheeks. Scanning his

the muscle of his forearm maybe, with the intention of having it blend with the vein. She also informed me that cutting off pieces of him would only trigger an alarm feature and that the moment his pulse stopped, so would the

apart the way I want to, it looks like we will be going on a little boat ride together. “Comfortable over there, sweet pea?” I coo, smirking when he snarls

the Italian? Where’s the Piccoli bastardo I’ve heard

lips, my eyes lighting with delight. “Why? Are you afraid of him? Is he the one that sent you running from your home country like a coward, with your tail

run from no one, kiddo. As you will soon

sounds like

piece