The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates novel Chapter 280

Chapter Two Hundred Eighty 

PAUL 

It’s harder to step away from my door than I want it to be. Every inch gain is a fight, especially when I hear a dejected whimper escape Anastacia’s lips from beyond the confines of my bedroom walls. 

Is she crying? 

Maybe… After all, she’s been running for her life since the day her grandmother died without any real time to grieve, so she might be doing so now. 

The image of her in the center of my bed, gazing up at me like she was searching for something to say, something that might keep me at her side a little longer, has me ready to turn right back around to give her exactly what she wishes. 

She may need someone tonight. 

No. Not someone. 

You. 

I have to stop. It’s not true. For a 

all I know, she could be crying over her recent break up. They were together for more than two years. The fucking years!!! How many times was he able to slither between her leg Every night, probably. The son–of–a–bitch. If she was mine. though, it might be more like every few hours… minutes… seconds… 

But she isn’t mine. She was his. She even said so. 

It’s with that realization in mind that I’m finally able to start down the stairs. 

“What’s on your mind, brother?” Rainier asks, gazing past me toward the landing and my closed bedroom door. 

I hardly hear him as I descend, barely aware of the fact that everyone is talking as the pot stews inside my head. 

I mean, what kind of name is Drace anyhow? What exactly did she want from him in the first place? The man that I saw in the woods is a joke. A zombie. A fluke. There isn’t anything particularly special about him. He’s the Alpha of a pack of dogs. Mutts. Mongrels. 

form as he is when he’s shifted. More wiry than he is cut, and leaner than he is Like most hounds, Draco’s just as skinny in his human fo muscular. Judging by the way Anastacia’s eyes blaze with fire every time she catches sight of my bare chest and arms skinny is not what she’s into. 

She’s b 

power and heat and… connection and… fuck! So am I. 

top of h 

his head. A crooked smile, if it could 

Dark skin, rugged beard, beady black eyes. Twisted black locks that sprout like weeds from the top be called one at all. 

Nothing spectacular there. He is roguishly handsome at best. 

Like a slumlord or a fucking crack dealer. Or a starving gambler on a winning streak that hasn’t left the blackjack table in days. His features are haggard and sunken in. As if he’s constantly dehydrated. He basically my polar opposite and probably even has a small cock. There’s only one person I know who can confirm or deny that assumption though, and later tonight, maybe I’ll ask her to. 

So what drew her to him in the first place, then? Why him? How did he ever grab her attention at all? And then keep it for two and a half years? 

Maybe it’s not always about looks, Paul. 

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Then what is it about? Fake loár kufikie? An anchola that bore har anek her magic? And what did he plan to do with 

Uh–ph Fuck no, not happening 

Running a hand through my hair, I try to redirect my thoughts. The landı. should be thinking about right now. Not the angen tur i det every time I picture Anastacia’s perfect mouth. For the explosion of fury that ricts through bay Men gove herself to him! To that that that creatures 

“Paul, man! What the fuck? Rainier snaps, shaking his head. How you betting 

My eyes skate around the room to find everyone’s gaze on 

Were they talking to me? 

I guess so 

“Yeah. What’s up? 

Timmons snickers and I have the sudden urge to knock back a seriously hot. In fact 

“Har 

be’s a witch, motherfucker. And therefore dangerous. None of 

Timmons eyebrows draw together, his lip lifting in a smirk. “None of 

am puffing he slimy lips on 

his teeth. He marks his lips. “Ipt it. That female 

persing with her,” I sad beber I can stop myself 

huh? None of us? He gestures to the five of them that 

around my living room. “Or none of us? He asks with a chuckle and a hod in my direction. 

“Lay off, T.” Rainier snaps, glaring at him. “You’ve been way too omery lately. What the fuck is your problem 

Timmons rolls his eyes. Now here we go. Onery. Did Felix fix you up w 

dictionary 

Rainier tips him off and I have to laugh. “He has a point. You’re so aortalte lately, one has to consider what it is that you’ve been 

reading.” 

“The hounds,” Koda comments, looking bored. “If you guys want… I will go out and handle them all by myself” 

“Says 

the man with a pup or 

on the way,” Timmons reminds. “Why don’t we go handle them while you stand watch?“” 

Koda’s eyes shoot toward the stairs at my back then back to Timmons before he flashes a feral smile. 

“So that would be a no, then,” Timmons chuckles. III stay then. I’ll keep watch here while the five of you” 

“Not happening, 1 growl, surprising myself when my fangs shift out. 

“Uh–huh…” Rainier murmurs observantly and I’m forced to avoid the question in his 

sgaze. “And why not?” 

Ignoring his question, I attempt to redirect. “About the hounds, I announce, forcing myself not to turn around when I hear my bedroom door creak upen. What the fuck is she doing? She’s supposed to be sleeping. Apparently they’re different than regular hounds. These bounds… are shadow hounds.” 

“Shadow hounds? Gryffin repeats, his gaze darkening with familiarity. 

“You know of them?” I ask, ignoring the soft patter of footsteps as they wander onto the landing. Goddamn it, “Go back to bed, Anastacia!“ I spit through clenched teeth. 

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