The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Seventy

DOMONIC

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I stood there a long time after Paul left. My mind dancing in circles. The new facing pain punching into my chest.

I can hear Margo snoring in my room all the way from the front yard and I decide guest bedroom as soon as possible. I don’t give a firck what deal I made with her. 1 Put only for show, I need whomever’s watching to think that shes my mate. But

My dick stands for only one woman. And she post left with Paul.

The very same Paul I will be dealing with later.

wildement, I

Stomping behind the condo I take off my clothes and shift. Leaping over the back win and packhouse. To the place where my mother died. The ruins or still there. Crumbling plm of rubble and stone. We own the never build there again, What used to be a community of Red Wolf Shifters and their families, is now a picted genet It is the only place I ever got to speak to my mother. The only place I ever allow myself to grieve. And with Dravem pre, pid

Why couldn’t have waited fast a day or two? I just want to hold her one last time. Just one

But reath, I know better. If I had done that, I never would’ve been able to let her g

Dravens cold words tumble through my head as I run and I push harder. Make your mother proud

God, that cut like a knife. A slash straight through my heart. What would my mother have said about what I’m doing! But I know

• be happy. She might even be looking down on the right now and yelling from the Hemens.

I know it was one of the lionesses who must have said something and I’m somewhat relieved. Even if Draven really does know that knows 1 have good reason to be. At least I hope she does.

Then again, she did say she would never forgive me.

I come up on the ruins and do a quick sweep of the area. Sniffing for any foreign scents, but the grounds are untouched. Despite the years and countless rainstorms since that night, I can still smell the rancid aroma of charred Bish. Or maybe, it is just a memory that pla

anymore.

send a painful howl into the sky as I gome to halt where the front porch used to be

it has ben

harder it becomes to breathe and I lower the walls around my heart just barely, hoping

But I know, behind all that, there’s pain. I felt it when she slammed the door on us. When she was standing in front of me in my living crying. God. Those tears of hers nearly killed me.

now, standing here, her damning words are all that I can hear in my

head.

and a coward

She’s right. I am. But what’s done is done. All I can do now is prepare for the killer with the trap I’m setting

all over.

I hate that she has to leave. Especially without hearing what wished that I could say to her

I love

becoming nearly impossible to block and again I howl. The evergreen trees around

baby. I love

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Chapter Seventy

DRAVEN

last look at Boat the hand from the window of the train I allow one fear one to roll bot and steady from my yrs. Thank God the sky in rear today The dog seems to have vanished withi atram. But still, the beauty of this place still peright heavily on my heart with every mile north we take. I

it will be. Why is he no nues that 110 loom it there? I guess we’ll

I notice the is rubbing her chest and taking deep breathe as if shes in some kind of

time that they’re slightly with tears. Nothing” the right. “I hat with I had a chance to say

about that, but I pat conddoet a

to be

He said that I disgusted him anyway. It’s not like he’ll

her. I know itt And I’m willing to be the entire pason Koda beat up Quinn that day was

don’t disgust him, Em.” I whisper. He’s just

smiling for the first time since we left. “Well, this is kind of exciting.

“It’sure as

was trying to provide for me to leave. But then Bart showed me that it was actually coming out of his personal safe and I accepted it. Promising to call him onera month. Am I really going to? I don’t know if I will. Because even within the space of few hours, my mind has been whirling with questions about Domenic and the aching of my chest has only gotten worse. Even the bitemark along my neck seems to be throbbing. I know if I call Bart at all, I be too tempted to ask about the bastard

Domonic did right after I left. Despite that I promised myself that I was no longer allowed to care. After a month or so my curiosity might get the better of me. Which is why I slid my cell phone out of my pocket and left it under the bar. This way, none of them can contact me. The phone numbers I need, I have plugged into my brain. I will get myself a new phone if I need

of the