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.

rubbing the

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

and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he

His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want

then… his perfume wafts toward me and

I can smell

can’t explain why, nor do I have

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

and his smile disappears. “You got

to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike

I told you we

grace him with a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not.

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

Did she mark you first?

He startles as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face

do you mean, what?” I chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with

get stupid

his jaw, casting his eyes downward

last night,” I quip at him and slanting my eyes

the back of 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

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

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

don’t like you or your bitch. I never

something, his eyes ticking 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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