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.

smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes

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

I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white sweats and a

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

wafts toward me

smell

explain why, nor do I have the right to

for a few more

smile disappears. “You got what you

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

minute! I told you we were going to have breakfast,

grin.”No. We’re not. Have breakfast with Margo

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

Did she mark

throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed for

mean, what?” I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say,

get stupid answers,

jaw, casting his eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

taking her home, last night,” I quip at

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

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 I want to pay rent!

perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and

your bitch. I never intended to come to breakfast,” I lie. I was going to, but now that I know she only just left,

to argue with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me

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