The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Triplets? What the fuck is he talking about?

And who's having twins?

What?

| start to ask him, but that’s when he decides to slam his mouth down over mine and plunge deeper than before,

dragging my hips up from the bed so that he can explode as far back inside ofas possible. When the hot

flood of his release splashes against my walls, that’s all it takes forto cagain and | scream my climax

loud enough to shatter glass.

Taedora’s angry voice bellows down the hall, “It’s eleven in the fucking

morning!!! For fuck’s sake!”

« Ignoring her, my hands stroke over the muscles of Cane’s back as he stills inside ofand | smile.

God I love this man.

He is panting in my ears while trembling above me, the exquisite feel of his powerful chest pushing down on my

breasts reeking havoc inside my core. | flip him onto his back and straddle his girth. He smiles up at me, his

expression lazy and sated as his hands cup my breasts and he bites his lip. “Fuck... you are beautiful, Gayle. |

love you so much. In so many ways.” He thrusts upward, gripping my buttocks to keepsealed against him as

his eyes flash with new heat. “All ways... and positions...”

With a chuckle, | grind down on him, making him tense and hiss. “I love you too, but...” | suck my lip into my

mouth and moan as his hips jerk upward and roll into my own. “Jesus... that’s good.”

“Fuck yes it is,” he groans, guidinginto a steady rhythm as his cock swells with new life. “Damn it...”

“Taedora’s going to hunt you. She’s going to try and behead you of my penis,” | say tauntingly.

“Mmm...” With his hands tightening on my hips, he snarls, “She’d never be able to catch me, baby.”

He's right. As a shifter, Cane is a force to be reckoned with.

A beast in the forest and in the bedroom.

“Fuck,” | gasp. Moaning as my back arches and my head tips back, my mind goes hazy with lust and | decide to

forgo my question about the mysterious twins in favor of another orgasm. Losing myself in my mate, | come

undone and ride him like a bull into oblivion.

ANASTACIA

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After an hour long shopping Spiles, in which faul témainest stole, we're finally back in his jeep and headed for his

house. My gaze flicks over the ten bags of clothing in the backseat, wondering if there's any chance he’s angry

over the money that we spent Could that he the reason for his prolonged silence? Sadly, | can’t use my new gifts

on him because he’s my mate, so I'm simply left wondering if I've done something wrong.

Maybe | shouldn't have sucked his dick. Maybe it was too soon.

Back in school, the girls who sucked cock weren't ever respected. They were popular enough with the guys, for

sure, but they were talked about like they were garbage. Could | have made a horrible mistake?

| didn’t want all the stuff we bought, but he insisted. There were shoes, jeans, sweaters, tops, jackets... lingerte...

a house robe for Goddess sake! All of which I picked out by myself, and all of which he insisted upon.

In the lingerie parlor, | took my tin the dressing room thinking he was going to sneak inside, but he never

did. When | finally emerged fully dressed, my selections hanging from my arms, he simply fodded and paid for

them.

Not a word about how sexy I might look, nor a suggestive smirk in my direction. It was awful,

Gathering my arms around myself, | turn my attention away from him in favor of gazing out at the rain. It's

pouring now. Coming down hard like pellets of glass, and the overcast would worryif | hadn't heard Gryffin

say Cane watched the hounds board a plane.

In the back of my mind something is nagging atand it feels like a warning. Dread looms on the horizon, and |

should see it, but I don’t.

Why would Draco just up and leave?

If he needs a Gifted to prolong his shadow form, why would he go?

He's spent two years on me... he wouldn't simply give up.

Could Draco have possibly known how strong Gran’s magics were? Are shadow hounds drawn to powerful

Mystics the way that sharks are

drawn to blood in the water?

| have to assthey are. It’s my best bet.

So why leave? What is he after? More shadow warriors maybe? Could it be that | haven't actually met his entire

pack?

*Shit!” | gasp out, the possibility of Draco leaving to gather more hounds suddenly at the forefront of my mind.

“What is it?” Paul asks, finally grantinghis full attention. “What's wrong?”

| bite my lip, my mind swirling with questions. Oh a number of things are wrong Paul, but we'll get to that later.

Instead of launching into a blow job inquisition the way | want to, | focus on the importance of the issue at hand.

The shadow hounds. “I'm just starting to wonder if I've met all of Draco’s hounds after all. | mean... what if he

went to gather reinforcements?”

Paul’s jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing gravely as he turns his attention back on the road. “Couldn’t he have just

called them if that were the case? He wouldn't have to leave to do that.”

Damn it. That's right.

“What if he left to cast more shadows, then? What if the hounds in his pack aren't the only hound shifters he

knows? What if-" | cut off, something inside tellingthat it wasn’t as easy as all that. No. Draco would have to

do something... ssort of ritual... and on the night of a full moon. “When’s the next full moon?” | ask, talking

to myself more than | am to Paul.

“Three weeks,” Paul says shortly, as if it's scommon knowledge that every being should possess.

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It’s not, but you're a damn Mystic, Ana, and it definitely should be for you!!

Oh bite me, Brain.

“So then, it isn’t that,” | say quietly. So then what is it? What? Why did Draco leave?

Why would he board a plane in the midst of his hunt for me?

Especially after he just lost one of his pack to these wolves...

Draco is a hothead. Watching Jarl disappear into the sea must have pissed him off something fierce. He wouldn't

just leave with his tail tucked between his legs. So then, why would he? Why?

It comes toso suddenly that | slap both hands over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming.

My sister.

Chelsea.

She doesn’t have any magic, but does he know that?

When he figures it out, would he... would he use her to get at me?

Yes he would, Ana, con.

“Oh my fucking Goddess!” | snap snatching Paul's phone off the dash and fumbling with the goddessdamned

pass code like an idiot.

“What are you doing, Anastacia?”

“Quick!” | command. “What's your pass code?”

“What?” Paul says, going pale enough to make the suspicious maybe girlfriend ingo from honey bee to

hoin the breath of a

second.

Later Ana, later.

“Your pass code, Pretty Paul? Or is there sreason why you dont wantto have it?” Really, Ana? Tand

place. Hello!

Paul stiffens, his eyes darting from the phone in my hand for too long of a moment before he says, “Why? Who

are you wanting to call?”

“Seriously?” | snap, my gaze narrowing on him with so much riotous anger that I'm momentarily paralyzed.

“What's on your phone that

you don’t wantto see?

“Nothing!” he says, too swiftly, and | sit back in my seat as my temper swirls aroundin a tornado of purple

mist. Now he smiles, his eyes going from the shaded blue they were before, to twin aquamarine pools of

mischief. “Are you getting angry, little demon? Maybe a little jealous, even?”

That's right, I'm projecting and this fucker can see it.

‘I don’t get jealous asshole, but | do get pissed. So tell me, what am I going to find on your phone that you do not

wantto see?”

disappears, his nerves back with a vengeance. “This is ridiculous. Just givemy phone, tellwho it is you

want to call and | will dial them for you?

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| start to laugh, running the travel times back in my head just to make sure that | have the moment to spare.

They can’t be there yet. Ever if they are after Chelsea. They're on a charter plane not a rocket. The need to call

my sister is still great, but | can devote this little second to my hostile disposition.

“No.”

“Anastacia, it’s my phone. Give it to me.”

“You'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands.”

Suddenly a new thought plagues me. The guy back at the shop... Kyle, Paul knew him. And apparently... he knew

the sister too.

Paul's been aloof ever since that incident.

“Who is she Paul?” The sister owns the shop. Maybe she’s a Mystic. Maybe she’s the reason Paul hates us so

much. Did she charm him once, maybe? So badly that her brother was forced to pretend she was dead? “Is she

one of your creepy witches? Why did you choose that shop to go to for my candles, huh? Who? Is? She?”

“She? What the fuck - she?” Paul flinches, his eyebrows pinching with confusion until he finally catches on,

rolling his eyes and holding his hand out for his device. “There is no she... that’s not the problem. Now give me

my phone.”

I snort, “I'd sooner drop it out the window than return it to you now.”

Paul sighs, gritting his teeth with what looks like panicked frustration. Fine. Be a bitch. Just who in the fuck are

you planning to call? Tellthat at least! Because if you're planning to call one of my brothers, you can damn

well do it from somebody else’s phone. Just understand that right now.”

You have got to be kidding me.

Did this motherfucker just calla bitch?