The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 226

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Six 

CANE 

There’s this moment that passes when you’re about to die. An instant of complete clarity. It is almost as if there is a layer of fog lifted 

the colors seem brighter. Detalls are more acute and so are intentions. In fact, right then, when you realize whe 

you know there is any way around it, you move toward it without fear, For that half a second, time stretches, the 

acceptance lakes over. You brain says, Chi, so das in it then. This is low? And, you 

Drun it 

to get the bullets. Or Griffin. 

1 knew better, I never should have taken my eyes off of him. I should have sent Quinn to get 

There was never any y way they were going to watch over him the way I would, because they are not human. They can heal 

1, however, cannot, 

Gayle. 

I should have listened to her when she asked me to go with them. I should have said, “Fuck this asshole. Let him come for me and the spent as much time as I could noticing every single one of Gayle’s smiles in the way that she apparently noticed mine. 

Now… I’ll never know them. Those precious couple of hours with her in roy arms is all i will ever get. 

dry didn’t 1997 

I mean… why 

Why was I so obsessed with playing the hero? 

But I know what the answer is. Of course I do. 

I wanted her to feel safe with me. I wanted her to see me as someone who could protect her. To know that just because I was human and weaker than her in some ways, that I had plenty to give. I needed to do something for her that she was never able to do for herself and…. I’ve failed. 

There might have been plenty of time for heroics if I’d just conceded to her request. 

No… not her request… she was begging. She begged me. And what do I do? Shoot her again and send her away, 

She didn’t even know me yet, and she was going to go. 

First I shoot her in her very own forest, like a worthless, selfish hastard just to be one of those stupid, arrogant, pricks – and then I s her outside of the cottage, disabling her and taking her right to choose away from her. 

That’s all she will ever know me for. That’s all she’ll remember of me. 

Pain. 

I’m sorry Kitty Cat 

Goddamn it 

shool 

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Chapter Two Hundred Twenty–Six 

She said she could love me and’t felt that. I felt it and it felt so good. I wanted it. Wanted her. 

Shake it off. Cane. You get what you get. At least you got to see her again. 

Fuck, Quton. Did your have to kick him? I’m sure that’s when he was able to take out the bullets. That’s probably the real reason he kept talking so much shit. He wanted one of us to lose our temper and attack him so he’d have an excuse for moving. I don’t know what it is he said to Quinn to get him to do it, but I can imagine. 

The snark of a wolf bleeding out from his abdomen attracts my attention and 1 smile. At least he’s going to go too. The son of bitch. 

The twenty–two I palmed in the shed is still smoking in my hand when look over at him, at Roman. His big orange–brown eyes are angry as he watches me, blood coloring the dark brown fur of his underside. As far as wolves go, he’s fucking ugly and looks more like a larg 

rabid hyena than a majestic wolf. 

2 

Fuck you too asshole. See you on the other side. 

Laying here in a pool of my own blood, with a gash the size of my forearm and as deep as my whole hand, along my torso, I play back the last few seconds with a grin. 

Before today, I had never seen a wolf shift before. Now that I have, I’ve got to say, it’s pretty fucking scary. The moment my eyes spied the bullets on the ground, I heard it. The snap, crackle, and pop of bones shitting into something otherworldly. By the time I was able to lift my chin, Roman was already half wolf and his fully shifted paw was flying toward my mid–section. It is safe to say that a wolf’s claws are pretty goddamned sharp. I never even felt the blow. But it knocked me back about a dozen feet, and I was airborne for half of them. 

That’s when I did it. That’s when I shot him. 

The gun slipped out of my sleeve and into my hand easily, then I simply took aim and emptied the chamber into his stomach. At that point, I no longer cared that they wanted him alive, because I wanted him dear. Looks like I’ll get my wish, so at least there’s that. 

“Fuck!” A deep, frantic voice sounds above me, panic more than evident in his tone. 

When I look up, I’m surprised to see that it’s Gryffin, and not Quinn, that is carrying on up above me like some frightened mother hen as he surveys my injuries. For a moment, he looks around like a helpless child, his chest heaving as he pulls at his hair. 

“Shit!” Quinn yells, his gaze going from me to Roman then back again. Quinn meets my eyes, then shakes his head. 

I nod at him, just to let him know I understand, then I turn back to Rogan’s wild, feral glare and give him the middle finger. “Give this to my dad, will you?” I say, because I’m pretty sure there is a special hell for people like him and my Pops. “I can’t be sure, but I’m betting you and I are headed different places you sick–cough, cough–Tuck.” 

My body starts to shake with cold, and I taste blood in my mouth. Frowning, 1 picture Cayle’s face when she hears the news and I want to kick myself for adding more hardship into her life. 

“This can’t happen!” Gryffin snarls. “I won’t let this happen!” Then Gryffiny disappears into my room, coming back with a strip of my 

blanket.