The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Ninety-Nine

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When we arrive at the airport, the SUV rolls toward what appears to be a private gate. Although Jason has

lowered his gun, the damn thing is still pointed atand | know without being told that any sidden movement

will getkilled. Almost as if he can read my mind, Jason laughs, sliding closer toand hanging his free. arm

around my shoulder.

“Can’t wait to get you all alone and in chains, princess.”

| have to fight the chills that race up my spine. My entire body wants to retch from the contact and from the

words. Instead, | take a calming breath, concentrating on the steady aching of my heart that began the moment

we left the confines of the cursed god town called Red W

A man steps up to the SUV to check passports and despite the wild pleading that | pull themagh my eyes when

he looks at me, he nods us through. Damn him, the idiot. The SUV proceeds beyond the gate, stopping about a

hundred yards from a small, tembly private looking plane.

“Get out,” Thomas mutters. “But don’t forget your pup’s life depends on your good behavior.

| nod stiffy, closing my eyes for a moment as | force my body through the motions, Sivicane will cfor me.

Dowanle will never atap locking for mor. | know this in my heart and that is the one thing that givesstrength.

I'm not going to fight then. I'm going to bide my time. I'm going to be the very sweetest little pet they have, until

| can either escape, or Demonic finds me. | don’t give a fuck if it takesyears. | will be with Domonic again. |

swear it

If only | could make a phone call Dann it. Who knows how long I'll have to play this before | can figure out a way

to get a message out. | imagine it won't be easy. But can do this. | can get through this. | have to..

The foon shines bright against the clouds of winter as we pile out of the SUV and match toward the small plane

on the private runway. Thomas is at my back and Tason at my side. The bastard is actually pullingalong like

we're a couple, with our gers intermined no less. What a joke. Even the slimy smile he sends my way appears

loving. Schooling my features, | try my best to keep my lip from rising in digt of him the way it wants to. Halfway

up the air stairs | have the wild notion to shove the bastard over the side, but then, | remind myself that he is a

shitter and will no doubt survive the fall. Deuble done it

The plane is luxurious and despite the situation | am momentally starstruck. Growing up in Miami I've been on

my share of luxury yachts, powerboats, limes....... but planes like this one, | have never seen. Six egg shaped

cubicles line the cabin, three a side. The seats appear to recline into beds and the privacy panels have little

doors. Just how for are we going?

Jason steerstoward the Erst seat on my left and depositsinto the cool leather.

“Seatbelt, my pretty,” he smirks, his amber eyes flashing as he licks his fat pink lips. The fest t| met him was

the week of the full moon. Cabriel introduced him. as the captain of the guard. The administrative gatekeeper. A

glorified security guard in truth.

“Droven, I'd like you to meet Jason. He's the captain of the giant. If you ever feel threatened, or are in need of an

escort, he’s your man,” Gofriet had said.

Even then | was wary of him - Jason. He’s much bigger than the rest of the shifters in the Village Du Loup Rouge.

Nearly as big as the twelve, but not quite. Study him, | think of all the little snippets of scattered information I've

gamered about Alphas over the past few weeks. If you askhe fits the bill. Muscles that bulge and wind with

each movement, the authoritative air that pulses around him, the device, the exuberant confidence - all of it

points to the word... Alpha. Even Thomas seems to look toward him for approval. The asshole might have been

handstoo with his ash brown hair and yellow-brown eyes -(he wain’t a complete sociopath.

So what might have turned an otherwise prspecimen into a fucking psychopath? Who knows and who cares.

But then again, the science of evolution shows that every now and then there's a fuck up in the DNA. So maybe

that’s what he is. A gene fuck-up.

Yeah. That's i

After closing the hatch, Jason takes the cubicle nest to mine and Thomas seats him just behind me. | guess it

would be too much to ask for a stewardess to be Jonings on this trip. Still, I'm sure there is a pilot up front,

because planes don't by themselves. So maybe, if these two fall asleep, | can... no, no | can’t Shaking off the

thought, | place a hand over my stomach. Think of the baby. Heroes only endanger my child

Taking a deep breath | unshade the windy as the engines fire in the back and movement commences beneath

my seat. The jarring speed of the craft as we fly down the runway vibrates with finality, intensifying the aching in

my chest as a moment of vertigo falls over me

Suddenly, a sharp spasm of pain ensues. My body is literally ripped from my seat as the world collides around

me. Foreign pain tears through my insides like bullets shredding my skin. 1 scream, my back arching up off my

seat as my vision doubles, bring and folding into itself like the flash of nightmare stepping into my

consciousness. It feels like | am bleeding, like my torso has been torn in ribbons, but glance down tellsmy

body is fine. There is no blood. No flesh, No bullets.

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