The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-Three

DRAVEN

Later that night at the bar, the place is packed once again. My bruises have finally healed enough for me to prance around in the tiny Moonlight Lounge crop top Bart has designated as my uniform. The crowd is in full swing and so am I. Charming the patrons, many of which I hadn’t ever seen before for a small town this place is quite the tourist spot. I have already collected a new pocketful of phone numbers and a fat stack of bills. Truly, I am loving this job. With the money I’ve been earning form the tips alone, I’ll have a nest egg at the ready in the next couple of months. Then I’ll be able to afford my own place wherever I want to be, I can leave if I need to… but – do I

want to?

And just with that thought, my eyes fall on Domonic in the back, sat at his usual corner table with three of his friends.

Before we left for the bar that eveneing, Domonic had introduced me to seven of the hottest men God had ever granted the Earth with. Of course, none of them were as clit pulsing as Domonic, but they were close runner–ups. He’d said they were all like brothers and had known each of them his entire life. All of them seemed to respect Domonic as a leader, which I found mildly curious.

When an out of town male in black riding leathers enters the bar, the whole of them seem to pause. Their eyes go straight for the stranger as he struts up toward the bar.

“Look at you,” he says, grinning at me. “Bartlett finally decided to class up the place, I see.”

I quirk up an eye brow, taking in his strongly domoniant frame and golden blond hair. Amber eyes study me with cool calculation as I wipe down the counter and tap into my charms. “He sure did. What can I get you?”

The stranger bites his lip, “Your number for starters, How much will that cost me?”

I laugh, “That’s not on the menu Goldie.”

He chuckles, “Look at that, already coming up with pet names for me. The man stiffens suddenly, his body tensing. “Domonic.” He says before turning around.

My eyes fift to find Domonic stands behind the dude looking terribly pissed off.

“What are you doing here, Gryffin?”

Gryffin? What a pretty boy name that is…

The man, Gryffin, chuckled. “Just stopping through mongrel. Where’d you find this pretty young thing?”

with malice. He steps closer to Gryffin, a slow smile gracing his lips. “She’s

shift beneath his jacket, his body going rigid. “We need to talk.”

on

to Domonic as he shoots me a panty

asking for permission to serve the guy.

out as I pour the drinks. “Don’t get

Oh shit, thems fightin‘

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wink. He giggles, swallowing his drinks whole. “Thanks baby doll. He turns to

nods then proceeds to follow Gryffin out of the bar – Logan and Grant right

as he joins me from the kitchen.

kiddo. He’s not someone you should be talking to. He and

question. “How bad?”

to ask him. The bottom line is – his kind don’t normally come in here and

another customer and collecting, yet another phone number. “What do

“He’s a little different

narrow as I watch Bart walk

placec is getting stranger and stranger and I don’t mean

Domonic

but I couldn’t care less if you killed youself, so I won t A quick glance around tells me that he came completely alone. Gryffin had ridden here unaccompanied – a dangerous thing to

with amusement as he straddles his ride.

always brings forth.

your concern.”

– but I know it wouldn’t matter.” He lifts his

do need to hide it better. All anyone ever needs to do is simply approach Draven and my blood heats to near boiling. “What

landscape. “Last night – our villa

say, stopping when he holds up his hand.

you noticed any strange smells around here? Any scents that you do not

blood freezes and my eyes must have revealed

we aren’t allies Dom. We haven’t been for a long