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.

then I zip up my pants and step around her. “Take a shower. Let’s head to the bar.

flattening out in a way

I snap before heading down

I see for myself that Draven is gone,

might just

DRAVEN

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

out of my long black hair and decided to leave it down to sway past my ass. It fell straight and shiny without even the possibility of curl, but I usually wore it braided and wrapped into a tight bun. A habit I developed

and a tight long-sleeved black turtleneck, much like the white one I arrived in, I smile at my reflection. Despite the bags under my sparkling green gaze and the concave appearance of my ‘too slim’ waist, I

naturally pouty lips and a two-brush coating of mascara over my long lashes, I am

tiny purple crop top in hand. The front of it reads ‘The Moonlight

to wear that tiny thing, I just

me, his mouth falls open in shock and

you want me to wear that.” I grimace,

grins, eyeing

my habit sometimes when I get

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

he takes note of the turtleneck I’m wearing and the nervousness in

staring at me and refusing to move. Rolling

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

just below my breasts and turning around. I allow him a moment to view the ones on my back

fucking shit,” he bellows. “Your

my top back into place. “He did.” Then deciding a bit more honesty can

truth is always hard to

“how fucking old is the little

“My age.”

point, I know, I’ve just solidified my position here and the situation being what it is – refused to allow my using my trauma to gain sympathy, to make me feel

use it for whatever the fuck

rage and as he has only just met me, I didn’t exactly understand the strength behind it.

he has a thing

where the

maybe I was… “I really would have gone there to apply. Just not right away. Can I wear the top over this,

that I can pull it over my head. “And Draven, if you ever want to talk

But I know I never will. “Thanks,

“Bartlett,” he corrects me.

my hips as I saunter past him into the