The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Sixty-Nine

PAUL

“I'm having her brought up now,” Rainier says as the pair of us step outside his office. “Are you sure about this?

You really want to be the one to handle her? I-”

“Yes!” | say interrupting for the hundredth time. “I still don’t get what it is about her that has got you so-"

But before | can finish the elevator doors open and she steps out, the scent of honeycomb even stronger now

that she’s close. My fangs tingle as | gaze down at her. She's a tiny thing. Not much taller than five feet, but

goddamn is she perfect.

| can feel my fangs tingling. Shit.

Rainier steps back, almost as if he’s afraid to let her near him, the he says, “You're all set to leave Miss

Bordeaux-

“Ana!” She snaps, her eyes flaring violet for a moment.

“Miss Bordeaux, Rainier counters, narrowing his gaze defiantly.

Anastacia murmurs something under her breath, something I'm sure she didn’t intend for the pair of us to hear,

but we do.

“Fucking mated wolves.”

Rainier’s eyes clash with mine and he smirks atknowingly with a shake of his head. “Told you,” he whispers.

“Something strange... in the neighborhood... who you gonna call... notasshole.”

“Pussy,” | cough, barely shuffling out of the way in tto avoid his fist.

Anastacia is lingering at the large glass doors as | approach, her eyes cast downward toward my zipper which

instantly puts my dick on high alert and I'm hard as stone before | can take so much as another step.

Fucking hell.

The front of my pants swells like a balloon on the end of a hose and all | can do is clear my throat to try and get

her attention raised upward. It doesn’t work. At least, not until | see her gaze widen and something that looks

like a blush stain her cheeks - which actually makes the problem worse. Suddenly I'm carrying what feels like

dumbbells attached to my balls and | almost don’t know what to do.

You're a wolf asshole. Shake it off. Walk, homie, walk. It takes a moment. Along with a vision or two of naked old

dudes climbing up on my junk, but I finally manage to bring my bang bang down enough to start my feet. Yes

bang bang and no, it's not a nicknthat | have for my dick.

*Follow me,” is all | manage to say, averting my eyes as hers go climbing up my frame.

“Anywhere,” she murmurs behindand | swear to God | almost trip over my own two feet as | step out the

door.

“Bye Ana!” A chorus of males shout out to her as we step beyond the threshold and | have to bite down on my

tongue to keep from growling.

“Bye y'all!” She giggles, shooting them a slight wave then blowing a two handed kiss in their direction.

Holy fuck. Really?

My eyes meet Rainier’s only long enough to read the ‘I told you so’ in his gaze, then | tear my attention from the

station completely and onto the path betweenand my jeep.

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“Can | wait right here for you?” she asks suddenly, her gaze locked on the trees and woods that surround this

place, but | know there’s nothing out there right now so | shake my head no.

For sreason | am unreasonably angry at the way she just said goodbye to the entire damned precinct. “No.

I'm not far.”

She gapes at me, her eyes glazing over with a violet heat that makessmile, but | just step past her and head

toward my car. “This way

Anastacia.”

“Ana!” She quips angrily, stalling by the door a moment before | hear the pitter patter of her bare feet racing my

way.

Oh fuck, that’s right. She doesn’t even have shoes. When | gaze back at her, | can almost see the soreness of

them in her eyes, despite the fact that she is doing her very damned best to hide it.

Well, that doesn’t really matter, because | won't really be driving her out of town anyway. We're headed straight

for my place, she just doesn’t know it yet.

Nonetheless, | don’t even think before sweeping her into my arms to carry her and goddamn if the soft feel of

her skin doesn’t send a thousand sparks lighting across my flesh.

She gasps in shock and just that sound alone hashard again. Fucking killnow.

She’s gazing up atwith the strangest vulnerability in her eyes, something in them going so dark that they

have gone from indigo to ocean blue in the space of a millisecond. | can feel my reaction to her pounding

through my veins, Sizzling and heatingfrom the inside out. It's so powerful, so absolutely vibrant with life

that | have to take a moment to wonder if it could be my turn. If she could be be

my mate...

God. Could | be that lucky? To have my every fantasy ctumbling into my life in the form of one mystic eyed

goddess.

Rainier thinks there's something off about her, and to be fair, there probably is. For one thing - nobody that I've

ever met has eyes like hers. They're almost ethereal somehow. But deep down | know she’s not a shifter. So

then, what is she? Because I'll eat my own dick before * | believe she’s just an average human girl.

She’s from New Orleans idiot. It doesn’t really take a genius.

Oh shit. That's right. Maybe she’s a... witch. | swallow that thought, breaking my gaze away from hers and

ignoring the buzzing in my arms as we approach my bright red jeep. My heart suddenly pulses with discomfort.

Not because | have a thing against witches. | don’t.

But if she is a witch - and something tellsthat that particular presumption of her is more than likely - then

most of what I'm feeling might not even be real.

And again. Fuck.

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