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?”

malice. He steps closer to Gryffin, a slow smile gracing his lips. “She’s none of your concern. You’re not welcome here, but you know that, so what

beneath his jacket, his body going rigid.

his chest, his gaze falling on me then wandering back toward Gryffin. “I can’t imagine why.”

to Domonic as he shoots me a panty dropping smile. “Can I get two

seems to know I am asking for permission to serve the guy. He nods and I answer, “Sure thing Goldie.

I pour the drinks. “Don’t get friendly

thems fightin‘ words.

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Chapter Twenty–Three

eyes widen at Gryffin’s slightly amused wink. He giggles, swallowing his

follow Gryffin out of the bar – Logan and Grant right beind

that guy?” I ask Bart as he

head, “Bad news kiddo. He’s not someone you should

question.

bottom line is – his kind don’t normally come in here and seeing that he did –

collecting, yet another phone number. “What do you mean his kind?”

forth. “He’s a little

as I watch Bart walk back into

stranger and stranger and I don’t mean the

Domonic

so I won t A quick glance around tells me that he came completely alone. Gryffin had ridden here

lighting with amusement as he straddles

the change true anger always brings forth. “I’m not going to tell you again – she’s none of

your concern.”

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

All anyone ever needs to do is simply approach Draven and my

seemingly casing the landscape. “Last

start to say, stopping when he holds

you noticed any strange smells around here? Any scents

have revealed the truth

here. Something different.” He puts his helmet on. “I know we aren’t allies Dom. We haven’t