The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1- No Mates

Chapter Eighty–Seven

DRAVEN

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tongon is my attempt to allow Demonic and his dad their private comeration. I kone they wouldn’t mind my butting in, but I’d much before they remember I’m standing here and center their words. Aside from that, I’m going to have to get away from Domunic tr at least a moment or two – so that I may make a private phone call. Bart will nevilto know what’s going on here. I dont want to arekdentally mut him in some xine. I’m pretty positive that Demonic has figured out who sent us here, but I won’t admit it until Il ve spoken with Bart.

ka their discttion

toward the upcoming verrmons, I tune them out and whip get my phone to text Em

where are you pays? I need you to head back here ASAP Iloist know how much more alone time I can bear before I hop back on that pony

LOL We’re at the

anover. At a furniture store of you can believe it. Roda says we’re supposed to be killing time. For what? I don’t know. I think your pony

than likes. Adam is here and they’re talking about some midnight ceremony that’s supposed to take place tonight. So about Roda…?

The rumors Gabriel spread about me being lose. One minute he and I were walking and talking, enjoying the breeze along the path and the next minute he was baking but of the woods toward Gabriel’s house to confront him.

did Koda say to him?

Not entirely sure, but I did hear the word mate. Koda hasn’t said anything else about it, so I can only hope he claimed me.

hat he marked you?

Emily-

No. And I dont think he’s planning to. He almost kissed me. At least, I think he was going to, but that’s when he got Domonic’s text.

Well, of course, Domonic strikes again.

“Who are you texting?” Domonic asks from the couch.

Shit: Sipping my phone in my back pocket I flip Domonic off “I need to walk to the market to get some more beef. You guys can finish up this conversation while I’m gone.” I say, grabbing my purse from the hall closet:

Damonic chuckles, “Oh no you don’t. If youre walking–I’m walking”

I glare at him, rolling my eyes heavenward as I make for the front door. “Imperfectly capable of shopping alone, thanks.

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from his seat, grabbing his shirt off the floor and putting it back un. I’m going.

standing and straightening his tie as he does. “Heaven help us. Please try and take this seriously

1. a dress for tonight. You will need to be appropriately

for me,”

Adam exchange a wary look. “You“-Adam says–are precisely who it’s fee

“What?” me, my back going ramped straight. “How is that? I thought it

is, it is!” Adam insists, walking up to me with concemed eyes. “But it is also for you are his mate, his Lame.” He sighs, reaching a hand out to lift my chin. Draven, I know you

hell if were not!”

both are together. We mint show a united front. If any of the wolves sense weakness, or upset, among you two, it could get dangerous.”

that you are

we

baby, I’ll pretend we

brow furrowed as if he’s in pain. A solemn quiet seems to have setted

to the club asshole.

are a few

is still staring sadly at the ground when he answers. They should be here around six.

care of my grandpup,” he says, before stepping outside

out of my purse and placing

a shake of his

to the store. I remind

He really looks

mine. Yes. Of

My body seems to be running hot these days and I’m curious as to whether or not it has to do with the pregnancy. Oddly enough, Domonic walks quietly beside me, all of his earlier bravada gone with the wind. Neither of us speaks until we hit the main drag, passing the school and the hospital on our left as we head into the marketplace at the center of

do you walk alone? Domonic asks, eyeing a few young wolves that have stopped to stare

smirk. “I like to walk. You

buy you a

don’t drive,” I whisper, shoving his arm

before I lerve,” he

I knew he was going to. “Back to Margo” I can’t help

me, Driven.” I shake my head, my lip trembling and shattering iny previous attempts at remaining alool “Look at me!” So I do, ignoring the looks of her patrons as they enter and exit the store on

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the gray irises

through clenched

doubt – aT

now, while my mind is swirling with the familiar scent of him, and my heart is heavy it takes for me to

Fucken pregnancy sucks. When did I tum into such a weak little crybaby? His arms close around me and as much as I hate to admit it, they are exactly what I need. The warmth of his hands as they stroke my back, Ells me calm and my tears run dry. I whimper into his chest. “I want