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

END DREAM SEQUENCE

panting as if I have, in fact, been running. I clutch

door along the wall bursts open and a heavily muscles male stands there panting. “Draven?

sputter,

at the other side of the bed

Domonic?” I

man is Quinn. It was

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Chapter Twenty-One

Quinn says, stepping

dreaming?”

My voice comes out

‘No’ and I jumped out of bed. It sounded- He pauses, “-

for the first time I am clad in nothing but a lace

sorry

haven’t been able to sleep all night. I was actually just about

chin in acceptance. “Please! And make

grin and leaves the

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 me whole. It looks like I’m not wearing

and tuned into a news station. Does he eyer

I say, coming into the kicthen. “There’s nothing better than the smell of fresh

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 be able to keep my eyes from his abs if he

and I jolt. “Is

eyes catch mine

six ounces of black silk into a large round mug.

“I hate wildlife.”

His brow furrows, “What?

my brain to block out the memory that attempted to climb from the depths of my brain. I just do. I had a bad