The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Eighty–Six

DOMONIC

The Bash of anger I see rising in Garbiel’s eyes makes me want to press him further. But I can’t yet. Now’s not the time. Im here alone with heaven, the way I wanted to be and I have a few things I need to make clear to her before she tosses me out on my ass.

“Is that se” Gabriel chirps, looking beyond me toward Draven. And have you told the council of your decision?

Don’t you worry about what I’ve told the council and what I havent. I mile, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Just be sure to keep fifty feet away from my mate at all times. Or I will rip your fucking throat out.”

“You will learn, we do things differently around here,” Gabriel whispers, stepping back toward the sidewalk with a glare.

The lack of will you little shit. I make a point of watching him as he retreats across the street to lock his front door before driving toward town hall. I’ve never liked His mother died a year before mine did. In a boating accident that claimed here as well as his sisters. Gabriel was twenty–four at the time and it was never really made clear to me what happened. But as far as I knew, his father had been somehow blamed for the incident and was banished from the pack. I was only seventeen at the time, so I wasn’t really privy to all the details. But I remember my mother crying over the loss of her friend for days. I also remember, that Gabriel didn i. Maybe he just isn’t the sort to openly grieve…or maybe he’s a fucking sociopath.

m going to have to remember to ask my father about that incident. For some reason, it seems important

Is this the only cottage that was available?” I ask without turning around. I don’t want Dreven this close to the bastard if I can help it

e snaps, lifting a steaming mug of coffee toward her plump round lips. Im not moving, even if it isn’t.”

I sigh and turn around to lock the door behind me. Pulling out my phone, I text Koda and tell him not to retum until I call him. I need to be alone with Draven a little longer. When I slide my phone back in my pocket, I notice her eyeing me. Her gute is hot and alive and 1 burn everywhere it touches. I can still smell her arousal, however not as urgently as before. She really is fighting this. “Can I have somu?” I ask, walking toward the kitchen to take the mug out of her hands.

“Help yourself,” she snorts, leaning back against the counter to glare at me as I sip her coffee. I can feel her studying me as I pass her mug back to her and grab one of my own. “Did you fuck her?”

I flinch, hiding a smile as I pour the coffee. I know who she’s talking about, of course I do, but it’s been awhile since I’ve watched her lose her temper. “Did | fuck who?” I tease, taking a deep drink and burning my tongue in the process.

“You know who, Demonic.” She snaps, then with a roll of her eyes she stomps away from me. Fuck this, I don’t want to play your games.”

“No,” I answer, watching the sway of her hips as she stalks toward the front door. “Of course not. Ever since the day you walked into the bar, my dick only stands for

She laughs, staring out the window like she’s waiting for Koda and Emily to save her from talking to me. “Of course,” she chuckles. “You say that like you expected me

to know better.”

“Draven,” I start, placing the cup on the counter and making my way toward her. Her long black hair sways seductively over her ass as she spins on me.

“You don’t get to throw me away one

a seat on the sofa. “Can you at least sit with me and allow me to try and explain?”

I told you about myself! Everything we went through together.” She hisses, “None of it made any difference. You treated me like a fucking weakness. Something you needed to hide. That you were too afraid to protect.” She chuckles humorlessly, piping the tears from her face. “Margo was just the fucking icing on the cake. And now you think, because you’ve realized your mistake – that you can just

exactly what I was hoping to do. “Are you going to tell me

her head, taking a seat on the far side of the couch. Of course it hurt. But not any more She shru 1 got used to it, Domani, You will

ripped me to pieces in front

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asshole and a piece of shit. I used Margo to make you

to my chest. The did the night she told me about ber stepfather. “You don’t understand, Draven My mother was murdered and she wasn’t

happened. I have to know who killed her.”

I speak of my mother. I close my eyes. | my vernance. Leaning my head back on the

away from me. Suddenly my entire body is cold and my

Domenic,” whisper Draven and my eyelids Etter open to watch her from across the room. But its going to

take

time

than I ever imagined I would.”

that Domotic. I’m going

want them locked around my waist tonight while I bary myself inside of her heat. My dick is growing tably stiff as I sit here and The fare of her eyes tells me

I can see in her eyes that she wants me to. My body has been aching for her for a fucking

that the sight of my naked chest might make it a little harder for her to say no- especially with Shing I’ve been doing at home and the heat in her eyes tells

get be?” She says throatly, her yes

the kitchen and I use the fact that I didn’t think in lock the back door. I noticed

hiss. “Do you

to stop at Town Hall on his way to the city and inform me that you’ve decided to accept your

for my shirt because my balls feel like ten pound weights and

about to be

head. “Thanks Adam Saved by the bell. And Fil Domonic, your dad doesn’t have

and snickering at my obvious discomfort. “What’s the plan? Are they coming up

stop him. “What the fuck are you

appreciate it if you’d watch your