The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 272

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Two 

CANE 

“Pleaset 1–I’m sorry!” Ted screams, fighting like hell to find purchase anjing the uncooperative evergreens of the forest. “1-1 don’t want to dier (4) 

My new body feels amazing and despite the cries of the whelp hollering for forgiveness, I’m hardly paying him any attention at all. In fact, the moment I shifted, I stopped chasing the fucket. I mean, it’s not like I intended to catch him anyway, and if I’m being honest, I kind of ow him one. 

He helped unleash the beast. 

And the beast is frighteningly big. And fast. And limber. And strong. And able to climb up the sides of the trees to the tippy tippy top without nuich more than a few flicks of the wrist. 

Oh yeah. I was meant to be a hunter, just like my father said. Just not the type of hunter he imagined, 

No. I’m a lion and Gryffin may be taller than me in human form, but only by an inch or so. 

In low form though? I’ve got twenty pounds on him at least. 

Haha! 

I’m so goddamned happy I don’t even realize Ted has pissed himself until the others shift back into their human forms and gather around him, while floundering across the frost covered ground in hysterics. 

*Please no! Please God no! I never meant to hurt her! I swear to God! thought I loved her! I just wanted her so bad! I–I’m so, so, damned sorry!” Ted is crying now, on his knees as if he’s praying to a tree. 

But that the fuck is he talking about? Hurt her how? And who? What? 

The laughter all around has died as suddenly as it started, and Quinn’s naked ass has begun to growl. 

you mean… you never ment to hurt her?” Quinn asks Ted in a deadly voice. “The pair of you went out together… on a date, 

“What do you 

right?” 

Ted’s snillle mulle his words, but I still hear them when he says, “I didn’t rape her! I swear! you can ask Roman. He–he’s the one that stopped me,” 

What The Firck. 

“Rape her? Quinn hisses. “You fucked her. Right?” 

Ted shakes his head crazily. “N–no! Id–didn’t. W wait… I mean, wh–what? 1-1 made a mistake is all. I tried to… to be with her b–b–but, sh- she didn’t want me. I really, really, thought she did, but she didn’t.” 

“Quinn, Domonic snaps a warning. “Back off. Now. Remember, we promised Bartlett.” 

“No, no, no. Just wait a second, Dom. I think we may have been a little confused as to what actually went on between my Lilac and this pussy ass, piece of average shit that just pissed in our woods.” 

“Quinn! Hey, chill out!” Gryffin warns, but his eyes are not on me as I stalk forward as stealthily as possible. 

“Did you try to… to FOWCF yourself on my girl, motherfucker? Is that he she saw your dick?” Quinn barks. 

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Chapter Two Hundred Seventy–Two 

“I said I was sorry? Bonsan already punished me for it when it happened Please, please, please! She said she forgave mett 

“Oh hell not Quinn spits suddenly, shifting so swiftly he almost takes for kill. 

What happens next has every single pair of eyes completely fixated on dir, because one second I’m fifty feet away from them and the very next I’m shifted back into my human form with my hands wrapped and Ted’s throat, and a fully shifted werewolf tossed out of my way 

“Tell that story again for me, Ted. From the very, fucking beginning,” 1 pit. 

ANASTACIA 

There’s a steel rod pressed against my slit and for a moment I don’t even hear his question, “Wh what?” I I reply, cringing when I hear how moantil I sound. Shit, shit, double shit 

His large hands close around the underside of my ass for the quickest second, and I swear I hear him gran under his breath before he peels me off of him and deposits my feet on the cold tile floor and I cire the loss of connection. 

He’s panting heavily, his eyes nearly black as he gazes down at me. “I said… you’re a witch.” 

His gaze suddenly narrows on me and I flinch, stepping away from him and curling my arms around myself. His hands fist at his sides, his brow furrowing almost as if he regrets the accusation in his words, but it’s too late, I already heard him. 

I don’t even know what to say to him now. No, I’m not a witch asshole. Fm Gifted. Im not a witch. I’m a Mystic. One of the Gifted.” 

“Same thing,” he says with a smirk, gazing around his space as if he’s never seen it before. 

I follow his lead, taking in the modern yet homey surroundings. Everything in this place is drenched in shades of black, yellow, and to my immense surprise, deep dark violet. The walls are painted an almost silky gray. While my gaze dances across the far wall and the enomous television there, Paul hits a switch and a digital fireplace dampes to life beneath it, the actual warmth releasing within it, drawing me forward, deeper into the space. 

“Its not the same thing” I argue, glaring back at him while simultaneously smiling at him with my eyes. “And thank you. This feels lovely.” 

His eyes are for a moment as he studies me, still dark as pitch, his pupils fully dilated. Tve only met one other Voodoo Queen in my life and she was much older than you are. And her eyes were hazel, but I remember how they would flash gold when she would cast. She once threatened to turn me into a chicken so that she could sacrifice me on the blood altar.” 

ust between you and me, they scare the hell out of me. But… believe it or not, they’re not evil First of all, I’m not a Voodoo Queen and just Just… gifted. For her to threaten you that way, you must have pissed her off” I snicker. “Was she wanting to call on the spints of the dam or something?” 

He grins, nodding. “Yeah I think so. I thought I was in love with her daughter. I thought she was my mate. She did not agree.” 

For some reason that angers me 

and I scowl. “Well it’s too bad she didn’t succeed then.” 

“Oh is it?” He taunts me. Then whose house would you be safely tucked inside?” 

With a bite of my lip, I let my shoulders sag. “I’d probably be dead.” 

A rumbling growl has me straightening my spine and gazing at him again. To my surprise he doesn’t look mad at me, just mad in general and I cannot say that it’s a bad look on him. Anger makes his muscles coil and flex in a way that has my mouth watering and my panties soaking. Shit, that’s right. He promised me a shower. 

“I remember someone swearing that I could have food and a hot bath,” I whisper, feeling his gaze on me like a physical touch from across the room 

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“Yeah,” he rasps. “Just let me done thing, first.” 

“What’s that?” I ask, with a teasing smile. Kiss me? Undress me? Fuck me against the wall? The world is your oyster Pretty Paul, all you need 

to do is ask. 

Oh for Goddess sake, Ana, get a grip.