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.”

dismissal I see

snaps. “Fuck you! How dare you? First you call me a

she reaches into her pocket for her tips and begins counting them. A giant cloud of dismay crests over my person. “What the fuck are you

money, not

at least she isn’t crying anymore.

are you doing???” I ask

you’ve wanted since I got off the train. I’m

door.

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my world

fuck if she

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

her ear. “No, no please. I’m sorry. I-”

writhing and wiggling before

at night and there’s nowhere else for you to go.

hisses. “But let me go.

Fuck that hurt.

sofa, thankful that she doesn’t flee. She turns around slowly, her sparkling green eyes

who the last person that fucked me was – is that it?” She snaps, spitting each word like a bullet my way. “Is that what’s got you treating me like

“I

chuckles humorlessly. “You didn’t have

my eyes. “Fuck. You’re right

ready to talk about him! I told you to give me some time. But no – you had to push and

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

dances through

choke out, trapping my face in my

you son–of-a-bitch. Yes.”

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

I