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.

no, no, Kendall. Don’t you dare get all

and before I can even take a deep breath, I feel it. My core heating. Moisture dispersing. And Timmons… tensing.

DOMONIC

pull open the hatch of what certainly appeared to be the lid of a rooftop entrance. It’s covered in grass and foliage. Completely camouflaged to this God forsaken bit of island that Logan swore was uninhabited.

the pair of us stare down into what appears to be a winding

my ears in to all noise beneath me, all I can hear are

Quinn sputters, glancing around himself as the rain begins, to pelt harder into his

at least another hour. Yeah, I’m sure. Come on, I order him, blinking

race for the slight orange glow at the

above us, the pair of us freeze and I gaze upward,

his yellowed eyes aglow in the dark of the cavern. When he reaches up and pushes

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beyond to peek down between us, I’m satisfied and continue my quest downward.

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to once again bury us in the damp dark of

into another tunnel, barely illuminated by the glowing of battery operated lanterns that

the other side that has the two of