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.

him smoothly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping

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

I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how

showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on each and

toward me and I nearly

can smell

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

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

narrow and his smile disappears. “You

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

you we were going

a sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not.

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

“Oh yeah? Did she mark

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

head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say, “When

questions get stupid answers,

casting his eyes downward as if ashamed. “This

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

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,

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

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

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 I know she

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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