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 my eyes and flipping him

late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on

chest and trying not to notice how crisp and

His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and every

then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

I can smell her

explain why, nor do I

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

eyes narrow and his smile disappears. “You got

face is thwarted by a bright white

now, calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we were going to have

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

smile quirking

yeah? Did

him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so

cocking my head at him warily. Then

get stupid answers,

casting his eyes downward

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

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.

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

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

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 finally fall on me and he swallows thickly. “I didn’t fuck

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