The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three Hundred Fifteen

KENDALL

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Timmons‘ muscles bunch beneath me, his cold cinnamon brown eyes flashing with something that almost looks like hurt before he says, “You just never do as you’re told, do you?”

For a moment, I think he’s going to drop me on my ass, and honestly, he probably would have, except the fleeting reminder of my being pregnant must stop him. “I told you I can walk,” I snap, my mind washing past all the events that led us here and then coiling up my stubborn spine like they should have done the very first time he was ever mean to me. “I know how much you hate to touch me.”

He chuckles, surprising me, his eyes crinkling happily in the corners as a slow sad smile stretches across his boyishly handsome face. “Good to know I came off as clearly as I wanted to. Guess that means it won’t be so hard to convince you otherwise… later tonight.”

“Convince me?” I spout off as he continues to carry me, heading for the staircase that leads back up to the front of the house. “I’m not coming back here with you! I have a very cozy one bedroom trailer that pay one whole thousand dollars a month for – just to call home – and that is where I’ll be going.”

Kendall! Why are you fighting this? He wants to bring you home with him. Let him, you idiot! What the hell are you thinking?

I’m thinking I’m not the worthless trash he obviously thinks that I am, Brain, now shut it.

But I do love the lemon candy smell of him… God help me.

“Fine. Then I’ll stay with you there. The Doc seems to think someone needs to look out for you and whether you like it or not, I have assumed that position. If you’d like to fight me on it, I guess I can always put you in handcuffs and force you to do what I say,” Timmons declares, not even gazing in my direction as he unlocks the side door to his place and steps under the carport that houses his Camaro.

Handcuffs… yummy.

dare get all hot and bothered by

even take a deep

DOMONIC

used our combined strength to pull open the hatch of what certainly appeared to be the lid of a rooftop entrance. It’s covered in grass

the fuck?” Quinn gasps as the pair of us stare down into what appears to be a

lives out here,” I say matter of factly. Tuning my ears in to all noise beneath me, all I can

glancing around himself as the rain begins, to pelt harder into his eyes. “Are you sure about

wake up for at least another hour. Yeah, I’m sure. Come on, I order him,

I race for the slight orange glow at the

he drops the hatch above us, the pair of us freeze and I

the dark of the cavern. When he reaches up and pushes

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heavy, but moveable,” he confirms, releasing his hold on the roof to once again bury us in the damp dark of

illuminated by the glowing of battery operated lanterns that

has the two of us barreling naked through the