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 on your

chest and trying not to notice how crisp

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

perfume wafts toward me and I nearly

Margo. I can smell her

can’t explain why, nor do I have

didn’t want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few

disappears. “You got

in his face

I told you we were going to

saccharine grin.”No. We’re not. Have

half smile

yeah? Did she mark you first?

I throw him a sarcastic frown. His

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

get stupid

ticks his jaw, casting his eyes

I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I push

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 chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently visible. His face turns indignant, ” -wait a

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

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

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 I know she

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

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