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

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 looks in white sweats and a

showing. And his muscles. And I want to put

then… his perfume wafts toward me and

can smell her

nor do I have the right to

want to get up. I wanted to roll around for a few more

smile disappears. “You got what you

in his face is

Wait a minute! I told you

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

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

Did she mark you first?

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

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

questions get stupid answers,

his jaw, casting his eyes downward

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

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

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 in here and I don’t have to

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

“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 only just left, I’m glad

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

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