The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy ANASTACIA

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Oh my... what in the everloving hell is wrong with ma

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*For a long heartstopping moment of confusion I'm momentarily caught off guard, then his lips quick up in a hat smile and I bet house

with the most natural, most genuine laugh the had in a long time, gr, I singer Ohay than

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What are your he whispers, but he doesn't really look intent on that asset as he lowers his head chose Drawn, down, down... almost as if hypnotized by something in me.

I'm yours...

It's in my throat. On the end of my tongue. Everywhere in me. And I long to say it butt

Don't you fucking dare. Are you nuts?

Suddenly, Paul freezes on the wind, his entire body colling with unese Tipping his head up to the air, I hear a low grow numble within hits chest. The wolf in him comes straight to the forefront as his eyes dart around the landscape straight ahead of an "What is it?" I whisper, suddenly trembling a little as 1 curi deeper into myself a bit, grasping his shoulders tightly

He doesn't answer me, nor does he put me down, byd his gaze is steady as the hillside and although I cannot sense the hounds myself from whatever distance they might be, I know they are likely watching, he a wolf shafter I to more that certain that Paed can probably smell the bastards.

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They're out there, aren't they? I hiss, my eyes grazing over the bark of the trees hunting for any sign of movement.

They are, he says tightly, not even pretending that he doesn't know exactly who they are. Shifting all of my weight onto one arm, he fishes in his pocket for his keys so easily that I feel my core heat with a zap of molten flame.

Shit.

Paul unlocks the door and deposits me gently inside. My bare legs hit the smooth, soft leather and I almost purr when I feel the graze of his hand under the cleft of my ass as he steps away. Closing the door with a swift click, his attention still on the woods I sigh with relief, feeling safer than I have in over a week. When I realize how dark his windows are they instantly make me feel even more secure, even though I know the hounds can likely see right through their tint. But who cares about that part for the moment? I can buy into illusions just as easily as anyone else can. Especially when they suit my purpose so completely. Even more so because I'm so tired of running that I could be convinced to live among these wolves for the rest of my days.

Wolf shifters settle in packs for the most part, unless of course they are rogues, or vagabonds, or ignorant. I've already seen enough since arriving here to tell me that Paul and Rainier must be members of the same pack, despite that this place does not seem like any sort of Packland that I've ever come across. Not that there have been many. Regardless, their presence was thick enough at the station that I know there are more wolves here. Of all the corners I've raced off to in the past week, just trying to shake Draco and his evil ravenous horde, this one feels almost... scatheless.

Destined.

One thing is for certain, the moment I am away from Paul, Draco is going to pounce. The very moment I am alone, I'll become his prey

once more.

I just need a way to convince Paul to let me stick around. At least for a little while. Just a tiny... little... while. Long enough for me to do a little research and gather my strength.

As I watch the almost taunting way Paul scours the forest while he heads around the car I can't help but rub my thighs together. There is justs something about him that screams for my attention and I'm almost afraid to try and charm him, because once I do, how will I know if his attentions are real?

I won't.

And for some dumb as fuck, bitch you never learn your lesson, reason... I want them to be...

Paul keeps his eyes on the trees even after he jumps inside and starts the engine of the jeep. "Are you cold?" he asks without even looking

at me.

"Um... yeah, actually. I've been cold all day."

He snickers, pulling out of the parking lot smoothly while keeping his attention locked on the north end of the woods. Then he hits a few buttons on his steering wheel and heat blasts through the vents. "As many admirers as you had in the sheriff's station today, you'd think at least one of them would have seen to your comforts while you were in there."

With a bite of my lip, I realize he's right. That alone is something that i never seem to get right when I charm someone. Then again, maybe I do get it right, but as it isn't much more than a surface spell, all that tends to be offered up, is surface shit. Shit like smiles, and lude comments. Leers and rakish gazes.

I mean, I'm pretty confident that if I'd requested things like blankets or extra food while I was in, they would have been provided to me upon request... but he's right. None of those dudes was actually thinking about me. Not one of them. Not really. "We need to talk about what's hunting you," Paul whispers quietly.

"You know what's following me?" I ask, just to confirm.

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Paul smirks, his forearms flexing deliciously as his hands tense on the steering wheel. "You know that I do. The same way that I know, that you know exactly what I am, Anastacia."

"Ana, 1 gripe.

"I like Anastacia better."

"Good thing it's not your name then, huh?" I reply sweetly.

He laughs, casting me a sidelong smile. "You need something to wear. Something way more substantial than you've got on so..." Paul pauses, making a left onto a long stretch of road that offers a breathtaking view of the coastline. The street heads straight up the hill toward the more expensive looking homes and probably the highway as well, but we're not going nearly fast enough to lose the hounds, but once we're on the highway... we will be.

Hmm... I wonder if he truly plans to simply drop me on the outskirts of town or...

"I was thinking we should stop by my place first," he says almost nervously. "While we're there you can take a nice long shower, change into some clean clothes, we could talk over a halfway decent meal, and then... after we've both had a good night's rest-" his gaze finally tilts my way"-maybe we can set out on the highway tomorrow morning?

Heat climbs my body from the tips of my toes to the very roots of my hair and my body blushes so deeply, I nearly see a hint of rose in the bare cocoa coloring of my thighs. "You mean... you want me to stay the night at your house? With you?" Please don't be mated, please don't have a girlfriend, please don't be TAKEN!!! "A-a-alone?"

Paul deflates, sighing as if in defeat. "Er-um-yeah... Maybe not such a good idea then, huh? Shit. Never mind then, we can just-

"No!" I nearly shout, my hand jutting forward before I can stop it and latching onto the muscle of his thigh. "I mean yes!" My eyes snap shut and I rip my hand from his leg. Fuck, fuck, fuck: "What I mean is... 1-I mean... I... I'd love to." Fuuucccklilinnnggg Awwkkkkwwwaarddd.

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Loving the pace. Thank you Jaylee... Had me giggling at their awkwardness and feeling sorry for them too with their unknowns.

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