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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shirt off the floor and putting it back un. I’m going. I need to

“Heaven help us. Please try and take this seriously Demonic. He

1. tonight. You will

not for

exchange a wary look.

my back going ramped straight.

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!”

is safest for you to at least, print, you 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.” His

Especially now that you

we

I’ll pretend we are

grabbing me in a fatherly bug. Over his shoulder, Domonic is silent as a tomb and what I see in his face has my heart stuttering. He spoks… vulnerable. his brow furrowed as if he’s in pain.

the

rest of the boys arrive, we’ll need to meet in Town Hall before the ceremony. There are a few things we’ll have to go over

the ground when he answers. They should be here

the only smiling face in the room. I’ll see you then. Take care of my

pulling my keys out of

He asks, with a shake

store.

really looks at

lift to mine.

hit the sidewalk. The late morning sun is high in the sky, baking my skin with a soothing heat despite the beginnings of a winter chill in the air. Strangely enough, I m not at all cold in what I’m wearing. 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

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

answer with a smirk. “I

buy you a car.”

drive,” I whisper, shoving his arm with my shoulder.

to teach you before

leaving burn fresh pain into my chest? I knew he was going to. “Back to Margo” I can’t help

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

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irises wirling with

| his through clenched

doubt –

with the familiar scent of him, and my heart is heavy it takes for me to cry Hot, silent tears stream from my eyes and in a shuddering Breath as he pulls me against

hate to admit it, they are exactly what I need. The warmth of his hands