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!”

Beg. I love that. It’s

END DREAM SEQUENCE

if I have, in fact, been running. I clutch the ivory bed covers under my

along the wall bursts open and a heavily muscles male stands there panting.

I sputter, my eyes

settling in and I gaze down at the other side

I ask,

this man is Quinn. It was all coming back

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Chapter Twenty-One

out to check the perimeter. He’ll be back soon,” Quinn says, stepping into the room, his face is a mask of concern. “You

dreaming?”

face in my hands. My voice comes

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

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

sorry I woke

all night. I was actually just about to make some coffee.

acceptance.

shoots me a grin and leaves the

on wobbly legs. Making my way over to Domonic’s closet, I slide open the door and reached inside 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

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

“There’s nothing better

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 I’d

the distance and I jolt. “Is

catch

of black silk into a large round

“I hate

His brow furrows, “What?

eyes shut willing my brain to block out the memory that attempted to climb from the depths of my brain.