The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Seven RAINIER

Her despair at my words is visible. Her shoulders shake with defeat as the tears fall from the luminous turquoise of her eyes, Suddenly I don't know what's worse. The guilt that I feel knowing that, as her mate should be the one to take away all that pain, for the lust that

speared through me monsents ago when I smelled her arousal from beldad my desk.

God, her scent is powerful. So good I can almost taste her nectar in the r. Even now, in the slow moments as I watch her weep, tendrils of her flavor wall toward me, tantalizing my fangs. Making me want to slide her across my desk and bury myself in her heat. Just the image of it nearly floors me. I can only imagine what her honey kissed skin might feel like beneath my fingertips as I stroke my hands across body to explore her curves.

Dear God she is luscious

I've never seen a more perfect body in all my life. Everything about her as fashioned by God to bring a man to his knees. Large, perfectly rounded breasts that should be too heavy to sit as high as they do, push against the confines of her top begging to be freed. Creating the type silhouette that you might see stamped on the back of big rig trucks or hidden behind the curtains of a brothel. That fact alone spawns the devil in me that wants to shred her clothes away with my claws so that I might sink my fangs into the pillows of her flesh. This nood me, it's almost unbearable.

But, she's a whore. I shake that thought out of my head, clamping my eyes tight as 1 work to calm my nerves. Not wanting to seem insensitive, but needing her to stop crying just the same, I clear my throat to catch her attention. When she gazes at me, eyes tinged with red and her full lips turned in a frown, I have to force myself not to kneel down and take her lips into my own. I can almost taste them and I'll bet they taste like candy.

Instead, I try to focus on the source of her sorrow, Hector. "What is it you're afraid of?" I ask, "Hector? Because if that's the case, I promise that he will not get to you here." Her lower lip quivers and I nearly groan with the need to still it between my teeth. "Not Hector," she whimpers. "Antman controls Hector It's him that I belong to."

Fury nips at the base of my self control and I can't stop the growl that humbles through my chest at her stupidity. "Oh, my apologies. This Antman, he owns you. Is that right?" Her hands begin to pull and fidget, teasing the tips of her long, gloriously golden mane and the locks that rest across her lap.

I fucking love her hair.

"Yes," she delivers.

Now I can't stop myself from chuckling at her rudely. No! I want to scam. Unfortunately, YOU belong to ME! Not unfortunately. Definitely not that. But... damn.

"Well then, would you like me to give him a call? So that he might come and retrieve his property?" Ispit, not being able to disguise the anger in my tone.

She flinches, her eyes widening with surprise. "N-not! I-I-*

"Tell me this, would you? I mean, just humor me for a second."

She nods, turning in her seat and pointing the heat of her thighs in my direction. Fuck me.

"If I were to let you leave," I say, clenching my teeth. "Where would you go? To Antman?"

"Absolutely not!" she snaps, rising from her seat furiously. "I don't know where the fuck I would go, but if I don't leave soon, I won't get to

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go anywhere! As soon as Antimin finds out that Hector has been arrested.

anger dying out. If I'm still here," her voice softens, Then I might

All of my frustration washes from my limbs as the true realization of her predicament deena on mu The Instinct to protect the one person fate designed specifically for me taking wer my senses. "Then I "The pittoon that sold you into out," I say in relation. My voice is cold and deadly when

She shakes her head, crossing her arms under her chest, lifting herbs and giving rise to what that starts at the "He's not important."

I smile, I can't help myself. Really? Why would you want to protect someone who traded you off lów letting it go for the time being. "And you will tell me," I insist. "But, for me, I'm going to need you to get What?

She trembles, her eyes watering "What? Wh why? Are you still going to

"I'm not going to charge you with anything." I inform her, my eyes falling dosed so that I don't have to

There's just a little something that I need to take care of and I need to know that you are safe

"Safe..." she repeats, as if that word does not exist for her, nor anywhere in her world

"I won't be long." I say, leading her toward the cell while being careful not to touch her. The way I am feeling ri have with her skin might result in an acute sensory override.

She stumbles toward the cot against the back wall, falling onto the mattress dejectedly. "You're coming her eyes almost does me in.

e fear in her gaze.

she asks, and

I close the cell, locking it into place as I meet her gaze. "I am, and when I do, I will take you somewhere that you can stay for the next few days while we dort this out."

She smiles, and God help me, I almost melt right there on the spot. "We

We... I swallow that one, not trusting myself to speak. For a moment, I simply stare at her, unable to look away for footage from the club replays in my head, forging my resolve and filling me with renowned fury. My muscles begin to tense and expand as I turn away, heading for the door.

Heading for... Hector.

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