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.

I say, then I zip up my pants and step around her. “Take a shower. Let’s head to the bar. I need to talk to Bartlett about

out in a way she

I snap before heading down the

that Draven is gone, this fucking ache

it might just get

DRAVEN

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

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 grabbed. Now that I was free, I

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

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

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

to wear that tiny thing, I

it to me, his mouth falls open in shock and he whistles. “Damn girl. You

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

eyeing

to fiddle with the tips of my hair, as is my habit sometimes when I get nervous. “Can it wait until, say a

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

the turtleneck I’m wearing and the nervousness

there staring at me and refusing to move. Rolling up the sleeve of one arm, I showed him the

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

my shirt up to just below my breasts and turning around. I allow him a moment to view

bellows. “Your stepfather did that to

Then deciding a bit more honesty can

truth is always hard

Bart growls out. “how fucking

“My age.”

I know, I’ve just solidified my position here and the situation being what it is – refused to allow my

I deserve to use it

met me, I

he has a thing

me where the strip club

wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty,” I sigh. Haha – well maybe I was… “I really would have gone there to apply. Just not right away. Can I wear the top over this,

interrupts, tossing the shirt at me so that I can pull it over

But I know I never will. “Thanks,

“Bartlett,” he corrects me.

as I saunter past him