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.

a shower. Let’s head to the bar. I need to talk to

in a way she

snap before heading down

myself that Draven is gone,

it might just get

DRAVEN

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

minutes. Once I was freshly showered, I brushed the tangles 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 to keep it from being easily

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 look pretty damn good. I haven’t eaten in days so

applying some shimmering nude lip gloss to my naturally pouty lips and a two-brush coating of mascara over my long

the kitchen to find Bart standing there with a tiny purple crop top in hand. The front of it reads ‘The Moonlight Lounge’

to wear that tiny thing, I just

can hand it to me, his mouth falls open in shock and he

“Thanks. Um – I’m guessing you want me to wear that.” I grimace, my teeth flashing with a tight open

grins, eyeing me

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

“I would prefer it didn’t, but I suppose it could. Any particular reason why?

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

refusing to move. Rolling up the sleeve of one arm, I showed him the latest of the fingerprint bruises that

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

and turning around. I allow him a moment to view the ones on my

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

Then deciding a bit more honesty

truth is always hard to

Bart growls out. “how fucking

“My age.”

here and the situation being what it is – refused to allow my

anything I deserve to use it

just met me, I didn’t exactly understand the strength behind it.

he has a thing

you asked me where the strip club

“I really would have gone there to

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

I know I

“Bartlett,” he corrects me.

I saunter past him into the