The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Thirty–One

THOMONIC

I stare at my house from the driveway, tuning in to all the sounds around the yard and the sounds filtering out through the walls of the house. The place is basically soundproof–well at least it is for humans. But for wolves not so much. In what I en tell, Draven doesn’t sound angry, I can hear her laughing with the guys al they trade stories about the stupid shit that goes on inside of the Sherif Station from time to time. I am surprised as hell that one of those voices belongs to Keda

Maybe they coined her that she has nothing to worry about?

Maybe, at maybe, they were able to bring her down from the ledge?”

Ha! Something tells me she’s saving the explosion for when I step through the door

And the longer it takes me the anger she is probably becusing

Fuck it. Here goes nothing.” I say to myself climbing out of my car and strutting up the will then through the back door.

They all fall silent as I enter, every poor of eyes going straight for Draven. She sits with her legs drawn up on the sofa, her dainty little feet tucked under her ly

Son–of–a–burch those are the litle shorts.

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She does not look up. Her pazt is locked on the television in front of her. Quin’s eye catch mine and he shakes his head minutely as if to say, stay cal my head back, trying Back you, My attention falls on the other two assholes in the men who still have yet to look my way. Draven a sandwiched bet Lean who dont move at all, not even to smile.

What the fuck?

I shake

Rod and

I stomp toward my fridge and yank out a beer, popping the top diff with my one hand I thug the entire bottle to the head. This at least, grab their attention. They know I only drink that way when I’m about to lose my temper

counting yesterday with Draven on the jade.

of Draven. She miser, cold, frosted green eyes up my frame, her face

blocking the screen,”

wants to change. The desire becoming so great that I can feel the hairs on my neck

About facking nur

on the wall, shrugging into his jacket and smirking at the entire time. He doesn’t say a word as he leaves. Not even to say goodbye. Logan heads for the back door as he is still staying

angrily, glaring at

down at Draven as she huts in arroyance, turning up the volume on the

agrees. “I think

at her, waiting until we are completely alone to snatch the remote

snaps, pouting her lips in

packing love

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Chapter Thirty–One

plump and jury and wet and I want to bite them so badly that my teeth

allowed to explain?” ask quietly, taking a seat

me but I grab her arm as gently

fuck what you do,” she seethes. “Ts not your

But you are mine nonetheless.

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her face, my chest begins to ache. Her midnight black hair falls around her like a curtain, and her

as her eyes.

know it.

over the bare skin of her leg.

can see the turmoil in her eyes,

purpose,” I sty. “She heard me on the phone with you and said that shit to make you think exactly what