The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Six

DRAVEN

A hand clamps over my arm and I am ripped from the truck. “Bye!” Domonic snaps toward Bart before slamming the truck door shut. Bart reverses out of the driveway like his life depends on it and I scowl up at Domonic.

Shaking his hand off my arm, I ask, “What the fuck is your problem?”

He is seething. Staring at me like I’m was some ming of treacherous skank. You’d think I’d just murdered his puppy or something.

“You kissed him,” he says, in a cold emotionless voice.

I snorted. For real? “Um yeah. I did. So what? He’s my friend and if it weren’t for him, I’d be in a crappy motel somewhere waiting to die.”

Bart’s the only one I should be kissing!

Domonic scoffs, his gray eyes going dark with contempt. “He’s your friend? You don’t even know him.”

“Did you offer this place to me just so that you could get me alone and spout your hate for me?” I glare, shaking my head at his audacity. “I don’t know you either, yet here we are.” It’s dreezing cold and I am out here shivering so this idiot can sneer down at me. “Are we going inside, or what?” I challenge.

His eyes sparkle, loing from ice to fire in the space of an instant. “We?” He smirks suggestively, taking a step closer to me on the porch and allowing his eyes to fall in a steady rove down my body.

My cheeks heat. The skin going white hot at the feel of his eyes on me. I take a step back. “I assume you’re going to show me the place.”

He sighs, his cool gray gaze touching over my hair for a second before he pulls a key from his pocket. “Here. Everything works and it’s all top of the line. Breakfast is at nine a.m. sharp. Don’t be late.”

Then he spins around to head toward his backdoor, where coincidently, Margo is waiting for him dressed in nothing but a long silk robe.

Disgusting.

Anger nips at my nerves. I curse at myself for allowing him to flirt the way he did a moment ago. “I’m not having breakfast with you and your girlfriend,” I say and then turn around to unlock the door.

The key slides in smoothly and once the door is open and I step inside, the front hall floods with soft light.

Nice.

door I scream. Domonic stands in the entryway behind me. I didn’t even

about to take her home,” he informs me, in a low, seductive voice. One that has

I hiss, walking backward, farther and farther until I hit the soft leather sofa with the backs of my jean

Gazing around with his

sofa. “Nice to know. You may leave now,” I

doesn’t move to leave. “You don’t have a thing

to say something mean and suggestive, but the look in his eyes stops me. He appears unsure of himself, even a bit nervous. It was almost cute.

a thing for Bart,” I answer softly, my shoulders relaxing against the heat

smile dimpling one cheek, he gazes down at me. The warm yellow of the room making his eyes a little more golden then

not respond

that case, I might just be late on

Don’t treaten me buddy.

he reaches the door he spins around and exits without looking back. I waste no time locking up behind him

stocked and on the shelf is a

The note reads:

You missed dinner.

longingly at the front door. Then, with a bite of my lip, I

so

life here is

DOMONIC

I suspected, she closed off all the windows in the condo. So instead of watching her from my bedroom the way I wanted to, I had to sneak into the place like a

I can’t tear my

neck. And not the kind of bruises from ordinary abuse. No. These are forceful bruises. The kind that come from being grabbed – or – being held down against your

wanted to see them for myself. I needed to see

my orders to get rid of her, but

responsibility belongs to anyone, it belongs

the whole day through had only gotten worse before I arrived back at the bar tonight. I was prepared to deal with it though, at least, I’d hoped to. So, when I went I saw that she was in fact still there and hadn’t left

over to stretch one leg onto the outside of the blanket. My body begins to pound with anger at the sight of

I need to get out of here or I am going

can manage, I cover her up and before I can stop myself, trace my fingers over her