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

chuckles, his bright silver gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s ten in the

chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a

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

his perfume wafts toward

I can smell her all over him.

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

for a few more minutes laughing

narrow and his smile disappears. “You got what you wanted.

you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face

Wait a minute! I told you we were going

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

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

Did she mark you first?

as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face

head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I

get stupid

eyes downward as if ashamed.

you said you were taking her home, last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push the

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

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

are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing me up as he

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

himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say.

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