The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-Four

DRAVEN

The lights in the bar had dimmed to a pulsating purple hue as I watched the entrance, patiently awaitng Domonic to come back inside. It has already been five whole minutes and I am steadily watching the clock on the wall ahead of me.

I hope he’s not fighting out there.

If he was something told me he could handle it. But still, a small, less familiar part of me worried over it still.

Get a grip Draven,

“Hello dear, can I get a cold beer please? Anything dark.”

I smile, tearing my eyes from the clock and nodding at the stranger in front of me. Pouring a clean glass full of a black froth, I push it out to him. He takes it from me with gloved hands going around my own, causing me to jerk back.

“Thank you, he smiles, revealing gleaming white teeth.

My eyes catch on his mustache, black and carefully clipped. His jacket, his shirt, his pants, his gloves – all are black. He wears a beanie on his head also black. And although beanies aren’t unusual in the late evening it bothers me. “You’re welcome. Five bucks even.

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He smiles again, taking a drink and downing the entire thing in one pull. “Here you go,” he says, handing me a twenty. “Keep the change

Draven.”

My temperature shoots up. The stranger winks at me, leaving the glass on the table and making way for the resterooms in the back.

Okay Draven… so the weirdo knows your name. So what? People talk. You’ve already been here a few nights. He could have overheard someone calling out to you or been somewhere nearby when Bart yelled out orders. Him knowing your name does not have to be weird.

But somehwere deep in my sould I knew that it was.

my, thoughts with his sudden appearance

I gaze at him and attempt to shake off the chill

“Yes?”

face is hard, his eyes unreadable. “We’re leaving early. We have

chuckle, “What? No! Can’t you see how busy this

Quinn can handle it. You and I are heading

he turns around and

angry with me?

my purse from below the bar I flip Bart off and head toward the front door,

the heat on full blast, I study his calculated movement as he defly navigates the fog covered streets toward the hill. He doesn’t speak the entire way to his house and when

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able to get in? I ask, as we park and get out of the

snaps, leading me toward the back door by my elbow.

way he wasn’t looking

the deal Domonic?” I quip once we are inside.

all the shades around the first

wait, tapping my foot ungraciously. When he finally turns to look at me, he hands

down Draven,” he says nodding toward the living

furrows and I

sectional and swallow a devastating

What the hell?

turning his bright gray eyes on me. “Tell me about your ex.

ex?” I laugh throatily, causing coffee the slosh out of cup and Domonic to glare my

and he edges a bit closer.

I place my cup on the coffee table in front of me. “Why do you want to know about my ex?” I tease, crawling across the couch on all fours until I am

muscles turned rigid. “I’m serious, Draven.”

I can’t help it. What, is he jealous? Of an