The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Thirty–Three

DRAVEN

“Stop,” Doormic, says and I notice for the fint time that he in kneeling in front of me

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– down at him, and I see that be is shaking with rage. Stop”

“Please,” Domenic, hisses. “Tust give me a minute.

eyes are cloud and his hands are locked on my

by thighs. The grip in anything but gentle and I can feel the fury radiating off ai bor,

I am trembling. Shivering really. My body coming back into itself in shake the horrible memory from my mind. He doesn’t believe me. He kicks i should have left out the part about Marcas changing About how his hand became a pawn of a beast. Of a panther. Maybe I should have t through at the hands of Margus and leo and not on the monsters the they are

But then I would be able to wam him of the danger

No. I had to tell him. He has to kouw what Marcus is. That way he realizes… these really isn’t any way to keep me safe. I’m… doomed.

“Y–you don’t believe me,” I say softly, a tear escaping my eyes to splash the top of he hand. “You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I choke back a

His eyes snap open and be releases my legs to standl. ‘I do believe you. I do, he says she holds my stare. That me, I believe every word. I just need a moment ti collect myself. I dont want to snap your legs in hall from anger.”

As Domotic walks into the kitchen to grab his bottle of whiskey, I marvel at him. He doesn’t look afraid. But how can he not be? Knowing what I run from is an inhuman monster. Does he really think that a normal man like him, regardless of how many muscles he han, can fight off a beast? A morster?

He says he bees me. But does he really

Maybe he’s just taking the time to decide what to do with me. Maybe he’s trying to think of a way to get my crazy ass some help.

Hivi if he dies call someone, Fil just pretend I never said those things.

He doesn’t have any proof. 111 be damned if 1 get locked in some looney bin for speaking the truth.

Stipit Draven!

Domonic takes a deep swig of the battle in his hand and seats himself next to me “Come here,” he says, setting the bottle on the table. I need you on my lap.”

Han?

“W–why?” I stammer. Thinking for a moment that maybe he’s going to trap me there and have someone call a doctor

He sighs, then reaches over and pull me into his arms. “Because holding you calms my nerves.”

his nose in

so sorry about the other night,” he says. “So sorry about the way

I fucked

already apologized for that, remember, I, aching up to stroke his jaw.

stare into my eyes. “I know. But he cuts off “I just

him gently, taking his bottom pinto

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to worry. “What is it?”

a not afraid of him. I want you trust that I can handle him, and I don’t know how to make

do believe you because is not

hands that can change. There’s no possible way you can beat him. So you see, I had to get as far as I could

around me. Lowering his head, he says “You remember that goy that you met

he sighs. “Yes, I

“Well, h

a masons he came

was.” I say with a laugh,

Gryffin here to do with

eyes harrow and I nod not sure if he s playing me or if he actually knows something. But what you don’t kn–in that they’re not all evil Some of them

“No. No! Marcus is not good!,”

That’s not what

what exactly

my legs, bringing up my knees to sell me more tightly against his body. “Tell me this,” he

draw in a tight

him completely and tell, or I m from this place now

auburn ponytail and his burned channal eyes. His dramatically cut muscles and expisitely inked arms. I picture the dimples of smile and think of the way he touched me just this morning. I realize right them, he is everything I have ever wanted. Even if he’s not really mine. Even if we’ve only known each other a silly the week I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone in my entire life. I ache for him. I theob for him. And

in changes twice.” I gulp. Both

I can’t read, “Chasing you,” he repeats in a low growl.

body

he lifts a hand to my chin to burn my face toward his

already knows much more than

smile. He only

the fuck is going

hand threading through my hair. “Not all creat like him ace his forehead to mine.

that

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hiss, “What are

lean forward to nibble my lips, “I

I