The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

not late,” I tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from

are late. It’s ten in the

to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a

And I want

wafts toward

I can smell her all over him.

I can’t explain why, nor do I

to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes laughing because,

disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

shut the door in his face is

you we were going to have breakfast, and

grin.”No. We’re

lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking up as he wets his lips.

yeah? Did she mark

throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed

you mean, what?” I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with

questions get stupid

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes downward

home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push the door

neck nervously, glancing left and right as if someone might jump in and save him from my wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ”

you don’t, I agree,” I chirp sweetly, flashing him my cockiest smile. “And I do not have to have breakfast with you.” I attempt to close the door, but he pushes inside, and I throw my hands up in frustration. “Really?” I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just going to push yourself inside? You see? This is why I want to pay rent! So that I don’t have to let you in here and I don’t have to be nice to you.” I grant him a withering look.

are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his

not jealous. I just don’t like you or your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going to, but now that I know

with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what

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