The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty–Two

DRAVEN

The beast is staring at me with eyes like silver fire. Eyes that are almost a bit familiar. A wolf that big has got to be a male and this one studies me with the cool intellect of a human being. I and transfixed. My body frozen as the creature scrutinizes me. I can almost feel it’s gaze caress the exposed flesh of my legs through the glass of the large back windows. Then, as if noticing Quinn for the first time, the wolf growls inhis direction. His teeth are barred and ready to rip Quinn’s throat out. Snarling and snapping in his direction.

“Oh, shit, Quinn breathes. “Why don’t you go upstairs and put some sweats on Draven.”

I can’t move. “I’m sorry?”

The wolf taps the glass, his claws screeching, sharp and heavy against the window pane.

“Now!” Quinn snaps.

“I–I–I don’t want to move.”

“Would you rather I left you down here to get them for you?” Quinn chastises, with a slight turn of his head in my direction.

“N–no! I stammer, placing my cup on the island counter and backing out of the kitchen as slowly as possible.

The wolf’s eyes follow my every movement, his gaze steady on me as I scamper up the stairs.

Once on the landing I spin around and head for Domonic’s room to find a pair of pants.

Wait a minute! What the fuck? How the hell are pants going to help this situation?

“Don’t ask questions Draven,” I say to myself, grabbing a pair of Domonic’s sweats from his long dresser against the wall. Tying the knot in place, the fabric of the legs swirl around me, only going tight at the plump of my ass.

Gazing at the open doorway, I take a deep breath. I can’t leave Quinn down there with that ‘thing‘! That enormous monsterous predator.

moment – an image of my stepfather flashes into my mind. The size of him in his true form nearly as astounding as the

it off! That bastard is not

far more primal. A creature of nightmares. Something no one would believe he was should I decide

memory off once again and descend down the stairs only to find Domonic has returned, his powerful chest bare and heaving.

Holy fucking shit.

thought Quinn was covered in

the last few steps, catching myself just before I crash into his

awake?” His gaze

glued to the powerfully bare skin of his deeply tanned chest. “You’re not,” I breathe, one hand going upward

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Chapter Twenty–Two

pectorals, prickled with sweat. I swallow the moan of pleasure the feel of him elicits from my

not cold?”

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is wearing running shoes and black basketball shorts. No underwear the

God

back against the counter as if there hadn’t just been a large red

He nods.

need to be more careful!” I ball my hands into fists and pound on his chest. “You shouldn’t be wandering outside this time of night without

–

laughter, “The wolf was long gone by the time I walked up.” I shove at him, stepping by and knocking him in the groin with

I think I’ll be taking you up on that offer

on.”

Quinn said softly, meeting Domonic’s eyes behind my head. “She was scared to death. Especially when

first sip when I felt Domonic