The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-One

DRAVEN

DREAM SEQUENCE

“I was running. My body felt like it would give out at any moment, but knew if stopped to take a breath, to gather my strength, that monster would catch me. As it was – I couldn’t hear him behind me – but I knew he was there. Both of them were there. It was dangerous in the marshes. Alligators roamed freely. Snakes slithered in the grass. But both were preferable to the demon that stalked me.

“Draven?” His voice floated in an echo, hovering over the mists of the early morning. “You cannot escape me.””

I cut left, into the heavy copse of trees, not thinking about what he was about what he revealed himself to be. I should have though. I should have realized. Creatures like him were comfortable in such settings.

If I could just get to the beach! If I could just get to a more populated area, I would be safe for the time being. But I was afraid I’d been running in circles and soon my body would give out. And that is exactly what seemed to happen.

My legs began to tremble, my bare feet slicing on broken branches and sharpened rocks. I fell… and that was all it took for him to be on

1. me.

“Draven,” he hissed in my ear after dropping onto my back. “I know you are afraid sweetheart, but soon you won’t have to be. A will make you like us, you will see.”

“Never!” I screamed, as he pressed my face deeper into the grass and ripped my clothes from my body.

“Stupid bitch,” he chuckled. “I’ll teach you. You don’t run from me. You belong to me.”

His lips felt like insects on the back of my throat, his weight crushing into me from behind as he ground his hips into my rear and pinned my hands above my head with a heavily clawed hand.

“Stop! Please,” I begged.

“Your mother is gone,” he groaned, his knees splitting my legs apart from behind so that he could press his erection against me. “I own you and if you continue to fight me, you will die just like your mother did.”

“Please!”

right. Beg. I love that. It’s makes everything so much more

END DREAM SEQUENCE

fact, been running. I clutch the ivory bed covers under my chin as

and a heavily muscles male

I sputter, my

other side of the bed

I

man is Quinn. It

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says, stepping into the room, his face

dreaming?”

my face in my hands. My voice comes out

nods. “Nothing understanable. But yeah. I heard you scream ‘No’ and I jumped out of bed. It sounded- He

for the first time I am clad in nothing but a lace chemise and sweat shorts. “What time is

sorry I

just about to make some coffee. You

in acceptance. “Please! And make it strong as

me a grin

for something warmer to throw over what I have on. Pulling out a navy blue hoodie, with a large white ‘Seattle’ logo on it, I pull it over my head, smiling when it swallows

and tuned into a news station. Does he eyer turn the fucking thing off? The aromatic bliss of fresh ground coffee beans

into the kicthen. “There’s nothing better than

chuckles, plugging in the percolator and turning around. He has pulled on a shirt, and I thank the heavens above because this particular man is built like a chiseled statue and I’m not sure

distance and I jolt. “Is that

eyes catch mine as

ounces of black silk into a large

hate wildlife.” Especially jungle

His brow furrows, “What?

memory that attempted to climb from the depths of my brain. I just do. I