Changing the Rules, Again

Tara didn’t know what else to do. She was already alone with him, and her safety didn’t change if they weren’t alone. He could kill her for any reason, the same as punished for any reason. The way of it didn’t matter either.

He would then talk about mates and submissives. Tara really needed a visual aid to keep track of it all. She now avoided looking too closely at anything he said or did.

Her main thoughts now were to keep him happy and go with whatever the flow was at the time. It was pure and simple survival on her part.

He held her hand and guided her along the corridor to the elevator. This time, they went up. The building didn’t look this large, but that’s because it went several floors into the ground. It meant the pack, and the club were far more secure from any type of attacks.

His commute to work was a simple one, and it didn’t matter whether it was pack or club business. With both dealt with in the same space. When they finally