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.

to shut the door I scream. Domonic stands in

not my girlfriend and I was just about to take her home,” he informs me, in

the soft leather sofa with the backs of my jean clad legs. “I

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

my backpack on the sofa. “Nice to know. You

slowly, but he doesn’t move to leave. “You don’t have a

me. He appears unsure of himself, even a bit

thing for Bart,” I answer softly,

down at me. The warm yellow of the room making his eyes a little more golden then gray. “Okay then,” he

not

might just be late

Don’t treaten me buddy.

back. I waste no time locking up behind him before flipping the switch to shade

in the fridge. To my surprise, it is in fact fully stocked and on

The note reads:

You missed dinner.

from ear to ear like an idiot, I gaze longingly at the front door. Then, with a bite of my lip, I pull the plate

so

here is actually

DOMONIC

seem to force myself out the door. As 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 can’t tear my

She is covered in bruises. Her arms, her shoulders, her neck. And not the kind of bruises from ordinary

snuck in here, but I wanted to see them for

against my orders to get rid of her, but only because of her circumstances. And in that same respect, I had to make sure that I

that responsibility belongs to anyone,

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

one leg onto the outside of the blanket. My body begins to pound with anger at the sight of what marrs her beautiful

and I need to get out of here or

before I can stop myself, trace my fingers over her