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

Draven on

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

screen,” she says

re playing this out for her For Draven. The one girl no one thould be touching but me. My body wants to change. The desire becoming so great that I can feel the hairs on my neck standing attention would not do to expose the truth of my existence right at this precise moment, and I know I should step away, but something holds me anchored to the ground. My feet refuse to move. Probably sensing that I am on the verge of

About facking nur

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

says and 1 prist angrily, glaring at his back as he leaves.

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

“I think

waiting until we are completely alone

snaps, pouting her lips in

packing love

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Chapter Thirty–One

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

quietly, taking a seat as close to her as possible on

away from me but I grab her arm as gently as possible, tugging her anfly so that she doesn’t jerk

you do,” she seethes. “Ts not your gilfriend.”

you are mine

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

as her eyes.

know

skin of her leg. “I

her head to face me and can see the turmoil in her eyes, but

on the phone with you and said that shit to make you think exactly what you must be thinking right