The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-Five

DOMONIC

Draven is shivering before me, her body quaking with fear.

What the fuck did I do?

I am suddenly alarmingly aware of the hostile stance I have taken with her since finding out from Gryffin that she reeks of a Panther Shifter. All of which stems from misplaced jealousy. Being as the shifter was feline – he had ultimately been much easier for Gryffin to scent. The fact that Draven is my unbonded mate, makes it difficult for me to tap into anything other than her natural aroma. I won’t be able to recognize the carry of another’s sex on her until she and I have bonded. I mean – I would if she’d slept with someone else recently but such was not the case. All I’m getting from her is the pull the need the recognition that she is mine.

The guys may have smelled him on her and had no idea it wasn’t anything but normal. None of us had ever met a panther before. So

none of would have known the scent.

But Gryffin had. He’d known.

So naturally I want to know who the guy is. The smell of another’s sex can only last up to a month – unless of course it is mine. So whomever she was with had to be recent – within the span of a couple weeks.

Once I bond her, my scent and hers will mingle to become one and the same. But until then – all I will get is her.

But she doesn’t know any of this and I just came off as some kind of psychotic overbearing jerk.

Once I bond her? What? Am I going to? No! I can’t!

But fuck if I don’t want to.

Shit!

I really, really want to. But I can’t. That would be selfish since ultimately, she will have to leave.

I reach out for her, trying to soothe her, to bring her back from wherever she’d gone the moment I became such a reckless asshole. She jerks at my touch, her eyes flying open and her lip lifting in disgust.

“Don’t touch me,” she hisses. “Don’t you dare.”

heart clenching at the dismissal I

How dare you? First you call me a liar! Now you want to touch me? Go to fucking

in a panic, she reaches into her pocket for her tips and begins counting them. A giant cloud of

glares at her money, not looking up at

least she

are you doing???”

wanted since I got off the train. I’m

door.

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one moment, the whole of my world seems to crash in

if she

around her as she fights and claws to get free of me. “Let me go!” She snarls, biting down

my lips against her ear. “No, no please. I’m

you!” She shouts again, writhing and wiggling before sobbing

It’s late at night and there’s nowhere else for you to go. Just stay. Give me a minute please. Just listen

me go. I don’t want

Fuck that hurt.

arms and tumble back onto the sofa, thankful that she doesn’t

that it?” She snaps, spitting each word like

protest. “I never called you-”

humorlessly. “You didn’t have

lower my eyes. “Fuck. You’re right

said I wasn’t ready to talk about him! I told you to give me some time. But no – you had to push and

madwoman. But as she stands there, her words begin to sink in. Melting against my questions to produce an answer that has

Flaming hot dances through me at the

choke out, trapping my

you son–of-a-bitch.

my hands to look at her, the despair in her breaks me. Her eyes

have I