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.

the sleep from

gaze sparkling with amusement. “You are late. It’s

crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and

are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put

then… his perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

can smell her all over

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

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

smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

“Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted

I told you we were going to

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

arched eye brow lifts in amusment. A half smile quirking up as

Did

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

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

questions get

his jaw, casting his eyes downward as

night,” I quip at him and

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, ” -wait a minute, I don’t have to

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

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

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.

forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly.

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