The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 156

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last park in the bark at tamami 

the grins, taking a seat next t 

“The strip club?” I map, 

ig for the first tinue what bar boges 

“Yes,” she says with a roll of her ages. 

“Out” I smile. “That’s cool” My ex 

wadays menit, gang come the georgan and going up the act to fatter to 

“The twebe?” I ask, nurious. 

She only nods, her bright green ga shattering 

“The only thing this place is missing is a fireplace, I comment 

She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Yeah I don’t the one in our bedroom upstairs and down here. He has done i I need a fireplace.” 

“Right,” I agree, my eyes falling to her neck and to the mark th 

“So…” she says with a raise of her eyebrows, “Your woodering 

andy viable now in the dim lign. So… 

I choke – the hot coffee sputtering from my lips and shooting across the elegant codes table honest to God cough up my lungs. “1-1.” I stammer ungraciously, leaning forward to digest me and grant her my full attention. “Yes,” I admit. 1-1 was but I know how stupid explanation for what I thought I saw and 1- 

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“He is,” she says matter–of–factly and I whimper. 

“Oh my fucking shit, I hiss, clamping my eyes shut. She really hist shot. She said that Rider is a werewolf, 

“So is Domonic, she admits, “So is Hart. And so is little Ryder that you set on the yacht the other day.” 

My heart is thumping as I think of the wolves in the parking lot and the way they dragged Antman away. Did they kill him? Well, of course they did, dub. he gets drugged away by wolves and lives? 

The wolves tonight,” I begin, my eyes still closed. Do you think they were 

“I do,” she interrupts and I feel her hand squeeze mine, so I open my eyes. “I’ve never actually seen them all together during the full moon 

way you did tonight, but I’m more than certain it was them. They were protecting you. Because of who you are.” 

the 

“Who I am?” I snap incredulously, “I am nobody! I am a fanciful ex–honger! Why would they…“I gasp, my hand going to the mark on my neck, “Oh!” 

Draven nods, her eyes falling toward my bite mark. “You are not nobody, You are Rainier’s mate. His soulmate. It is why he marked you and it is why he refuses to let you go.” 

I stare at her. “H–he told you a–about me? About… biting me?” 

She nods. “He did,” she places her coffee on the table and scoots closer to me. “He 

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so upset about it when he did it, he called me right 

“He was upset about it?” 1 ask, falling sad. “He regrets 

She shakes her head vehemently. “No! Not in the way you think. I mean well – he’s just upset that he didn’t ask permission first. He was afraid that you were going to leave him. Because of Angle and I guess…he panicked.” 

“I was,” I say with a nod, my eyes filling with tears. Im not a homewrecker. At least… I never wanted to be.” 

She smiles, shaking her head softly. “You’re not. There’s a lot to explain. So I guess, know about Shifters?” 

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I guess, the first thing I need to ask you is… how much do you 

“Shifters?!?!?” 

RAINIER 

The sun is barely visible through the clouds when the twelve of us wake in the woods naked. I’m sore and there is blood on me. Mine and… someone else’s. What the fuck happened last night? 

“Anyone else a little concerned as to what we might have done last night?” Quinn asks and I see for the first time that he too is covered in blood. His wrist is painted in his own and the rest of him in the same singer’s blood that I have on myself feel strange. Like… I dont know… kind of sad. What the fuck? I’m never sad.” 

“Dom,” I start, looking toward him for answers. Out of all of us, it is usually the Alpha that might have an idea of what we got into the night of our forced shift. 

“The blood doesn’t belong to our females, Domonic states with a shrug, as if that is all that matters. “And I don’t feel any pain, so they must be fine.” 

“Well we’re smack dab in the middle of Blackjack,” Quinn gripes. “And I must have come across a trap last night or something. Because my wrist is caked with my own blood.” 

“Right, Timmons says. “That’s what happened to me last time, remember 

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“Well, I was 17” I jodorm then. May blood is all rows my chest