The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates Chapter One Hundred-Thirty

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"O-Oh," Felix stutters, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. Her lip quivers for a moment before she expertly turns away, pretending to exantine a butter knife left on the counter of the bar,

My chest hooms with pain, burning so madly that I have to grit my tooth against it. I hurt her, I just know I did, I mean, fuck! It hurt me just saying it. Before I can stop myself I'm stalking across the room to stand just behind her, clenching my fists to prevent myself from physically turning her my way.

Look at me sweetheart, please.

She stiffens in front of me, her hand raising up to her face to wipe at something that I cannot see God help me if she's crying. Taking a deep breath, she spins back around just to stumble back toward the bar in fright.

"Jesus! You scared me!" she chuckles. But the sound is nervous and laced with disappointment.

I can do nothing but stare at her, clenching my jaw and shaking my head at her like an idiot. Noticing the slight robotics of my suddenly misfired reflexes, she raises a brow. What? What's wrong?"

I clamp my eyes shut, forcing myself to calm down. "I'm sorry," is all that comes out and I feel like jumping off the side of the yacht into the ocean. "I'm sorry that I can't stay."

"It's okay," she says softly, but I can see that it's not. For one thing, her eyes are still slightly wet and I want more than anything to reach out and kiss her sorrows Away. "I was a stupid thing for me to ask. You don't even know me. And besides, Im m-me and uh-you re y

you."

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That I am the cause of her sudden stuttering bites into my heart like a set of steel blades. "Im me?" My brow furrows as I attempt to catch her meaning. "What?"

Smiling a little too brightly, she says, "You're a good guy. With a great job and probably tons of classy women crawling up Im..."-she huffs "Ima-a um... she trails off. Again she grins, "Like I said. It was a stupid thing to ask." up your legs and

Hooker. She was going to say hooker. Suddenly I feel about two inches tall I should leave. I should step away right now and remove myself from this inevitable heartbreak. But my feet are nailed to the floor and I can't. Her gorgeous face is a mask of hidden feelings and despite her dazzling smile, I can see sadness in the teal pools of her eyes.

"Tomorrow" What? Who

What was that? Was that me?

It takes her a moment before she hears me and she shakes her head, seemingly confused. "I'm sorry. Tomorrow?"

As I watch the hopeful shyness transform her features from lovely to devastatingly, heart stoppingly, beautiful, there seems to be a stone in my throat. It is cutting off my air. I swear to God I can't breath with the way that she is looking at me right now and if I don't get the fuck out of here I am going to die. Swallowing thickly, I clear my throat and I slowly back toward the exit. "I can't stay tonight, because I'm still on duty-l lie-but tomorrow night I'll be here. I'll stay."

The smile she gives me sends a sharp frequency straight to my groin and I know I only have seconds to spare before I'm sporting a steel rod in my pants. "Tomorrow, then. Great."

I nod stiffly, feeling like a fucking toddler as I start to walk out the door

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I freeze, taking a single step back inside. "Yes?" Is that my voice? Why does it sound like I've been chewing gloss?

She shrugs off the jacket, holding it out. "Won't you need this?"

My gaze travels around the jacket, seeing only the sweet curves of her hips and her mouthwatering bosom. "Not tonight. Just hold onto it for me.

Tugging it back against her chest, she blushes and I stifled a groan. There are two bedrooms down the hall, choose whichever one you like. Food is in the fridge, everything works. You're welcome to anything here. If I'm not mistaken there are even

en extra clothes in one of the closets. All that ask is that you make sure to lock the doors and that you dont leave Don't Herve? Really?

With a bite of her lip, she simpers. "I won't leave."

"Okay," I say reluctantly, forcing myself back outside. "Goodnight.

"Goodnight

Back in my car, I find myself watching the yacht. Not from the parking lot either. Nope. My creepy ass drove out onto the street to hide behind a couple of trees like a weirdo. A glance at my phone tells me it is now four in the morning and as much as I hate it, it is time for me to go home. Home... what a joke.

I am so fucked

It is as I drive off that I do something so juvenile that 1 truly start to believe that I have lost my mind. I blow Felix a kiss, and I do it because I don't really want to leave her. She cannot see it, she cannot feel it, and I shouldn't have done it! But I did. I mean, what the fuck? How old am I again?

I do not know what I am going to do. There is a woman waiting for me at home. A woman that I once found incredibly lovely. A girl whom, when we met, made me feel a little less empty inside. But... only a little... At the time, my mother's death was fresh and 1 was with pain. I spent every waking moment cursing myself for not being the son that she needed. I failed her. It was my job as her son to protect her and I failed. So when Ange washed up on the shore in need of someone to look after her, I jumped at the chance. Maybe, that was all it really was for me. A way to dull the pain of my mother's loss:

Honestly, I knew I wasn't in love with Angle when I mamed her. I knew But I saw her as a safe bet. As sick as it may sound, the fact that I didn't really love her made her that much more appealing to me. Because although I would most certainly mourn her death if I lost her, it wouldn't be the end of my world. It wouldn't turn me into the monster that my father became after he lost my mother.

And yeah, if I'm being honest, I knew about him too. In the days after my mother's murder, I watched my father begin to change. At that time, we only had the cottages behind the packhouse to live in and there were only a certain number of them vacant for use. The Elder Council had yet to make the decision to relocate. The rest of our pack were allowed to keep their homes while my brothers and our fathers split up amongst the empty homes as a temporary fix. Koda, Ryder, and Darryl shared a space with me and my dad. The place wasn't very big, so my dad and I shared a room.

That was when he started acting strangely. Disappearing in the middle of the night, Coming home covered in mud and smelling like random women. So one night, I waited for him to leave, then I followed him. Keeping a safe enough distance behind him so that I wouldn't be detected, I shifted into my wolf and trailed him a hundred miles out of town. What I caught him doing there I will never forget

He had a cabin in the middle of the hills... filled with twenty human women. All chained up and most of them dead. There was only one left alive by the time I peeked through the window to see him forcibly mark her. She was the very last of his captis and she died just as I crashed through the front door to save her. My father screamed as she died. Cursing her for being a weak, silly, human who was better pff dead. By the time he saw me standing there he was weeping with grief and as I looked around at all of the dead females I noticed one thing.... they all were nearly identical. They looked... just like my mother

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As my faller kosell there, on the ground, he kept whispering one thing it was my foult, it was my foult, it was my

To this day I haven't asked him what the fuck he meant by that. I took him house and we never spoke of it again. Accept for when I told Roda. He is the only one, besides myself and my father, that knows. He was my best friend and still it. Koda and I went back to that plan and buried each and every female around the cabin before we left. Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, Roda and I vict The place and lay flowers on the twenty graves that circle the cabin.

A few days afterward the Elder Council decided to leave Port Orchard, but the twelve of us, their sons, decided to stay.

So now, as I sit in my driveway and contemplate the supreme fackery that has become my life, I realize... Angle kind of resembles my mother ton Chapter Comments

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