The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Three

DOMONIC

There is something disturbingly wrong with me today and although I don’t want to admit it, I know what it is.

The girl. Not the one presently kneeling in front of me as she expertly sucks my dick.

But the one from this afternoon. The one from the bar.

Draven.

An image of her long black hair and bright green eyes fills my vision and suddenly, my chest is aching again. The way she looked at me – the pleading in her gaze, then the disappointment in her eyes when I told her she had to leave – has me haunted. Leaving me with a burn in my chest that feels like my heart might explode.

I’m done with this bitch in front of me. Try as I might, I’m just not into her anymore. I guess I never really was. But now, since meeting Draven, I can’t even pretend to be.

First, Margo looks nothing like Draven, and suddenly, that fiery girl that I just sent out on the train is the only woman I want on my dick.

Fuck!

“Get up,” I hiss, and she smiles. Lifting off her knees and reaching for my neck. I shake her off, “No. Don’t touch me. I’m not in the mood.”

She jerks back, her blond hair swinging with her breasts as she shakes her head at me. “What is the matter with you baby? You’ve been acting funny all day.”

I roll my eyes and head for my bathroom to clean her mouth off my cock. “It’s nothing,” I say, rubbing at my chest and the bruising ache there.

It’s not nothing. But it will be soon enough.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I’m ashamed. I’m probably never gonna see her again. That girl. I’ll never know any more about her than I did today. I won’t get to feel that pull I felt earlier either. The way every hair on my body stood up when she entered the bar and the wolf inside of me purred as the world fell away at my feet.

When I was growing up, my mother always told me that one day she would find me… my mate. Mom said that when it happened no one else would matter for me, but her. Then mom would pretend to be jealous of the imaginary human just to hold me in her arms and make me promise to never to grow up. I guess I never believed it could really happen.

But it did today.

Relax. She’s gone. It will get easier.

It had better.

“Hey Dom! I was talking to you,” Margo snaps, stepping into the reflection of my mirror, her large breasts still unbound and heaving with sexual energy. “I want you inside me. Please?” She reached for me and I grab her hands in mine, forcing a smile on my face.

my pants and step around her. “Take a shower.

thin lips flattening out in a

snap before heading down the

that Draven is gone, this fucking ache in my

might just get

DRAVEN

pleasant tour of the establishment as well as the apartment above it, Bart left me to prepare

It fell straight and shiny without even the possibility of curl, but I usually wore it braided and wrapped into a tight

under my sparkling green gaze and the concave appearance of my ‘too slim’ waist,

a two-brush coating of mascara over my

the back stairs with a spring in my step, I enter the kitchen to find Bart standing there with a tiny purple crop top in hand. The front of it reads ‘The Moonlight Lounge’

wear that tiny thing, I just

me, his mouth falls open in shock

want me to wear

grins, eyeing me suggestively.

is my habit sometimes when I get nervous. “Can it wait until, say a week from

falters. “I would prefer it didn’t, but I suppose it could.

if he takes note of the turtleneck I’m wearing and the nervousness in my eyes. “Let me

he just stands there staring at me and refusing to move. Rolling up the sleeve of one arm, I showed him the latest of the fingerprint bruises that

face goes momentarily red with anger. “I’m guessing that’s not the worst

pulling my shirt up to just below my breasts and turning around.

fucking shit,” he bellows. “Your stepfather did that

into place. “He did.” Then deciding a bit more honesty can only

is always hard to

son?” Bart growls out. “how

“My age.”

solidified my position here and the situation being what it is

I deserve to use it for whatever the fuck I

met me, I didn’t exactly understand

has a

me where

you feel guilty,” I sigh. Haha – well maybe I was… “I really would have

can pull it over my

know I never will. “Thanks,

“Bartlett,” he corrects me.

I