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.

tell him smoothly, rubbing the sleep

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 stark white tank

muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and every one.

toward me and I nearly

I can smell her all over

why, nor do I have the right

want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few

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

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

a minute! I told you we

him with a sweet saccharine grin.”No.

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

laugh, “Oh yeah? Did she mark you first?

His face looks so frighteneed for a second that I almost

at him warily. Then with

get stupid

casting his eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

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

wrath. “I was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his

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

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

giggle, dropping 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

back and 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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