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,

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

his chest, his gaze falling on me then wandering back toward

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

for permission to serve the guy. He nods and I answer, “Sure thing Goldie. Coming right up.”

I pour the drinks. “Don’t

thems fightin‘ words.

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eyes widen at Gryffin’s slightly amused wink. He giggles, swallowing his drinks whole. “Thanks baby doll. He

the bar – Logan and Grant

ask Bart as he joins me

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

I question. “How bad?”

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

another phone number. “What do you mean his

his eyes shooting back and forth. “He’s a little different than us. Just… trust me.”

Bart walk back into

stranger and I don’t mean

Domonic

tells me that he came completely alone. Gryffin had ridden here unaccompanied – a dangerous thing to do when riding into hostile territory. That in and of itself was cause to worry. Taking a

smirks, his amber eyes lighting with amusement as he straddles his

tensing as I fight the change true anger always brings

your concern.”

that night – but I know it wouldn’t matter.”

I do need to hide it better. All anyone ever needs to do is simply approach Draven and my blood heats to near boiling. “What the fuck do you want Gryffin? Why are you

landscape. “Last

there-” I start to say, stopping when he

smells around here? Any scents that you

blood freezes and my eyes must have revealed the

know we aren’t allies Dom. We haven’t been for