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The Pack Rule Number 1 No Mates:
Chapter One Hundred–Twenty–Eight
RAINIER
1 bypass the hammans deputies that litter the station without so much as second look. In the last few years that I have been in charge, they have learned never to question me. Like the rest of this fear, they huspect there is something different about me and my brothers. At the same time, they know that whatever that difference might be, its unique in its protection. Perhaps the unspoken knowledge that we are more than human combats them somehow. Maybe they sleep a litle better at night knowing that there is a strength beyond their own guarding all that reside here. The thing that is truly beautiful ab this place and all the people in it, is that we are accepted as we are and our secrets… kept. There is pride in that. This is our lows. And all the people in it rely on us to keep the real monsters at bay.
Monsters… like Hector,
I step quietly toward his cell and unlock the doos, kicking him awake with a beet to the ribs. Get up,” I say softly.
His eyes are instantly alert as a slow smile spreads across his ugly, tutteil face. “Hello beautiful,” he says, sitting up slowly as he attempts to hide the discomfort in his ribs, I cracked three of them at the bar when I arrested him and before the sun rises this morning, I intend to have the rest. “I knew you coulist stay away, Putus like you like it hard and rough. I am willing to give that to you once I’ve put a bullet in your brain, I will fuck your corpse six ways from Sunday, with the sun rising and the birds cheering me on. But only, if you ask me
nicely
Jestos hacking Christ. What kind of mother gave birth to this bit? I hope she was ruthless. I hope that she beat him his entire loathsome life. Because someone like him that revels in the kinds of disgusting crimes this man has undoubtedly committed doesn’t deserve a happy childhood. But the unfortunate truth is that Hector probably came from less than humble beginnings. Born in the dirt to a woman that probably lived and breathed for her kids, More than likely, he was the one to beat her. But… I can give her this. I can take care of the problem she neglected to stamp out when she created him and refused to drown him at birth. Hector probably came from a home sa poor that there wasn’t any way for him to level up without selling his soul. Some people might pity him, but you need only take a look in his eyes to see that there isn’t anything for you to feel sorry for. His eyes aren’t empty, oh no. They are dark and searing. Consumed with lust for the pain and suffering of others.
“I said, get up.” I command him, reaching down to haul him up in front of me.
He chuckles, straightening his clothes in an a
attempt to smooth his wrinkles. “Don’t tell me, Jet
quess,” he coos. “I made bail”
“Something like that,” I say with a grin, gesturing for him to step out of the cell
Something in my
must give h
him pause, because for a moment ho falters, peering out of the cell cautiously before stepping into the
To the left,” I say softly, following behind him as we make our way toward the elevators.
Once inside, I key in the code that grants access to the dungeons below and keep my face carefully blank as he begins to chew on his lips in worry. “Where are we going? I didn’t see no fucking back exit to this place homie.”
when the do
“Shut up,” I reply, shoving him forward when the door opens and the dim light of the dungeon greets us. “Walk. To the end of the hall.”
At first, he hesitates, Moving along slowly as he studies the black stone walls that surround us. His eyes seem to catch on a particularly dirty cell on the right with the message No Mates‘ written in blood. “Damn! What the fuck?” he says with a giggle, shaking his head back at ine as if only just realizing how crazy the lawmen out here might get When we reach the end of the hall, I steer him toward the hidden door on the right stepping past him just long enough to unlock the door and push him out into the dark of the forest. “Hey, you What the fuck is this man? Why are we in the middle of the woods?” He puffs himself up in an attempt to look threatening and I smile in answer as
begin to unbutton my shirt.
“I have a question for you, Hector. The girl, Felix, where did she come from?” I inquire, watching the twitch of his eyes as he realizes I am getting undressed.
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ground behind me. Antman Why dont you tell me about him instead
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that bitch, I’m going to cut out her tongur
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His eyes go wild for a second before he thabet his head apologize. I don’t really want to fuck you i =
was just talking shit.” He grim.
Now, in nothing but my boxers, I allow
little of my wolf to shine through
Hector How
times did you fuck her?
to disappoint you, but I don’t per down
is seeing 16 muscles are sows expand
Hector flinches as he studies me. Almost lae be doen: Elly understand
and shifting in the light of the moon. I’m sure, be proosby shini ber hagining in pur look
“Hey man! What the fuck is this?”
My fangs tingle, and I allow them to slide out slowly, Indenting my just enough for him to s
fuck her?” I ask again, my voice low and dark.
“Fuck who, man? Felix? Hey dog! What’s going on with you
“Answer my question, I growl out, moving toward him as I stretch and ex my muscles, loosing my neck an
“I don’t know man,” he mumbles, stumbling back. A lot. So what? She’s a prime piece of pussy and fuck bir again when g
I nod my head, pretending to be satisfied with his awer as I scan the woods for sip of Sometime
and it wouldn’t do for them to watch me shih
“Look hole. If you want her, she’s yours, okay? I’m going her to you. But stop this shit be
if you’re not gonna let me go, can we just go back inside? Because
I want to laugh at that, but I don’t. Instead, I hold his gaze as my fangs EAST I and my body get ready to chong. H
his shitty little gaze betraying an emotion that I’m sure he used to love seeing in the eyes of his victims. Fe
“Hey Hector?”
“Yeah?”
“Run”
And he does.
