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

are late. It’s ten in the

arms over my chest and trying not to notice how

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

toward me

can smell her

do I have the right to be, but

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

smile disappears. “You got what you wanted. Which

in his face is thwarted

now, calm down! Wait a minute! I told you we were going to have breakfast, and we

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

brow lifts in amusment. A half smile

“Oh yeah? Did she mark you

sarcastic frown. His

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

get stupid

his jaw, casting his eyes downward

at him and slanting my eyes as I push

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 idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ” -wait a minute, I don’t have

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! So that I don’t have to let you

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

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

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255