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.”

buries his nose in my hair and takes a deep

other night,” he says. “So sorry about the way I acted with you didn’t

to know who I fucked last. When he accused of lying

that, remember, I, aching up to stroke his

stare into my eyes. “I know. But

until my lips are on his. I kiss him gently, taking his bottom pinto ay mouth as softly as possible before going my

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to worry. “What is

sighs 1 just–1 need you to krone that Ins a not afraid of him. I want you trust that I can handle him, and I

because is

he is. I take a deep breath. “It’s more than just his hands that can change. There’s no possible way you can beat him. So you see, I had to get as

Lowering his head, he

he sighs.

“Well, h

he came to see me

Lassimed there was.” I say with a

the fuck does Gryffin here

and I nod not sure if he s playing

my head. “No. No! Marcus is not good!,”

know. That’s not what I’m trying to

anger flares for a moment. Then what

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

in a tight breath, my mind

I m from this place now and it never seeing

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

changes twice.” I gulp. Both

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

My body

to my

eyes telling me he already knows much more than he let on

smile. He only nods as if he already knew that

the fuck is going

I said,” Domonic whisper, his hand threading through my hair. “Not all creat like him ace his forehead

trust that

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I hiss, “What are you not

he lean forward to nibble my lips, “I told

I gasp.