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

I was just about to take her home,” he informs me, in a

farther until I hit the soft leather sofa

toward me, jaw clenching in annoyance before he stops, leaving about six inches of space between us. His face turns serious. Gazing around with his hands in his pockets, he says, “I know it’s a lot of windows, but if you flip the switch on the wall, the shades close

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

throat, eyes flicking around slowly, but he doesn’t move to leave. “You

mean and suggestive, but the look in his eyes stops me. He appears unsure of himself, even a bit nervous.

thing for Bart,” I answer softly, my shoulders relaxing against the heat coming off of

a little more golden then gray. “Okay then,” he sighs, walking backward toward the front door. “Remember, nine a.m. sharp. If you make

not

case, I might just be

Don’t treaten me buddy.

exits without looking back. I waste no time locking up behind him before flipping

in the fridge. To my surprise, it is in fact fully stocked and on the shelf is a plate covered in plastic wrap. A little note is taped to the front that

The note reads:

You missed dinner.

an idiot, I gaze longingly at the front door. Then, with a bite of my lip, I pull the plate out and pop it

so bad

is actually

DOMONIC

to force myself out the door. As I suspected, she closed off all the windows in

my eyes

neck. And not the kind of bruises from ordinary abuse. No. These are

I wanted to see them for myself. I

get rid of her, but only because of her circumstances. And in that same respect, I had to

that responsibility belongs to anyone, it belongs to

least, I’d hoped to. So, when I went I saw that she was in fact still there and hadn’t left – I was pissed. But… I was also relieved. Because the pressure in my chest seemed to morph into more

blanket. My body begins to pound with anger at the sight of what marrs her

and I need to get out of here or I am going to

before I can stop myself, trace my