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.

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

out in a way she thinks is sexy.

snap before heading down the

gone, this fucking ache

again… it might just

DRAVEN

a ‘sexy bartender’ was due to start any minute. After a quick and pleasant tour of the establishment as well as the apartment above it,

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

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

pouty lips and a two-brush

purple crop top in hand. The front of it reads ‘The Moonlight Lounge’ in the very same lettering as the sign out front, but

me to wear that tiny thing, I just know

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

– I’m guessing you want me to wear that.” I grimace, my teeth

eyeing me suggestively.

tips of my hair, as is my habit sometimes when I get nervous. “Can it wait until,

it could. Any

note of the turtleneck I’m wearing and the nervousness

move. Rolling up the sleeve of one arm, I showed him the latest of

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

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

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

around, smoothing my top back into place. “He did.” Then deciding a bit more honesty can only help secure my place

truth is always hard to

growls out. “how fucking old

“My age.”

here and the situation being what it is – refused to

I deserve to use it

just met me, I didn’t

he has a thing for

where

sigh. Haha – well maybe I was… “I really would have gone there to apply.

course,” he interrupts, tossing the shirt at me so that I can pull it over my

I know I

“Bartlett,” he corrects me.

swaying my hips as I saunter past him