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.

rubbing the sleep

bright silver gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm

trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks

And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each

toward me and

Margo. I can smell

angry. I can’t explain why, nor do I have the right to

I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes

disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

scoff. “Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike sneaker. I nearly

now, calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we

with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with

smile quirking up as he

“Oh yeah? Did she mark you

as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed for a second that

I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a

get stupid answers,

eyes downward as if ashamed.

I quip at

scratches the back of his 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.

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

“You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating

myself down on the couch with a laugh. “No. I’m 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 she only just left, I’m glad

forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They

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