The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Sixty–Two

Author’s Note

While writing this chapter, an old elementary school rhyme began to chine through any head and I thought to just leave it here for you all. It will make more sense as juu rend… It goes: “Men are from Mars mad Women from hupiter. Men go to Mars to get more stupider” Enjoy!

DOMONIC

Leaping over the side wall into my backyard 1 skid to a stop just outside the kitchen window. That smell is here again. The scent a foreign wolf, but not the same one as before. This wolf is different and I can’t shake the feeling that I have scented him before, just not in my yard. Somewhere else, maybe?

I do a lap around the property, growling when I scent three more by the front gate. Taedora’s words from earlier ring through my head and 1 absently gaze over at her bike, my ears twitching as I concentrate on–the sounds coming from inside the house. She said she met somebody here last night. She must have meant these wolves,

Draven’s musical laughter floats toward me and I hurry toward my shorts stash behind the guesthouse. It’s strange that I always seem to miss her almost desperately after a forced shift. I wonder if it’s normal or if it’s just me, because my dad never complained about experiencing such a thing. But maybe he just didn’t because he knew back then that we decided to remain mateless. Now that I think about it, there might be a lot of things he failed to mention because of our rules.

Shifting and pulling on my trusty white gym trunks, I stalk toward the backdoor and step into the kitchen. There are three giddy women standing around the kitchen island and the only one who doesn’t look surprised to see me is the cat. Flipping her off, I head straightfor Draven who is scantily dressed in her signature booty shorts and a gray jersey crop top. As my eyes climb her legs my dick climbs my shorts. Her legs are so fucken perfect. By the time I make it to her I’m forced to yank her up against me just to hide the firepower in my

shorts.

“Baby,” I murmur, sinking my tongue behind her lips as I press her back into the counter. Grinding my hips against her gently, I let her feel the extent of the elephant in the room.

She chuckles into my mouth before pulling her away and mouthing, “Not now.”

I glare at her, sliding my hands behind her and squeezing her ass as I thrust my hips forward again. This time I do it like I mean it, good and hard, which does not go unnoticed.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Taedora snarls behind me while the other chick starts laughing. 1

so… if you don’t mind.”

I still haven’t I picked up any earplugs yet homies,

But I do mind Meowmix,” I grow out, smiling wide at my baby, who for some reason keeps lifting her coffee mug in my face. “Baby, can you stop that please. I want to kiss my girl

Again she lifts the mug, this time pushing it right up against my eyes. “Wake up Domonic,” she taunts me. “What do you see?”

“I can’t see! Because you keep putting that fucken cup in my face,” I stop, releasing her and turning around to face the trespassers. My eves float from one to the next, in equal measure as 1 glare. But it settles on the new girl and right away my eyes go for her mark. What the hack? I chuckle to myself. “There are more hickeys on her neck than she has hair on her head.

This must be Felix. Rainier’s Felix. He must have panicked and tried to disguise the mark from her by destroying her neck.

Taedoras eyes narrow,

her gaze flicking down to the front of my shorts and then up again. “Really? Have

e you no shame?”

1 chuckle, “Absolutely none.” Then I wink at her and do a three hundred sixty degree turn. Making sure that these visitors can fully appreciate the size of my dilemma. ‘Do you have any shame? Have I not provided you with your very own walls, Heathcliff? Do you ever

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widens. “Nopel”

Felix

says, giving me the stink eye. “That is most certainly a 1omonic thing.”

Felix giggles. “I mean the… the uh…

lovely, dark haired malden. Shit. Don’t picture it, whatever you do. Your dick is already threatening

questioning look. She nods, he knows. I told her last night

she already knew

I need to watch last night’s recording. “Baby, where did I

raises her cup

Im going to snatch that goddamned cup and throw

phone, I notice the locket box

bay! That fucking bort

the

table and a chill

rides up my

spine.

the box first arrived the one thing I didn’t tell braven, was that suspected whoever sent it, is the same person behind the messages and the ring. The fact that the other picture in the locket was of someone that she didn’t know, was enough to tell me that they might have been forged. I knew she

it is a shifter. If it is real, and it did come from her father, then the chances of him being alive are incredibly slim. Because if there’s one thing that I do know, it’s that the phantom wolf that has been toying with my pack for the

scent matches the wolf from the yard. He’s the one that sent the locket. He was here! Five

meeting a wolf?

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fucking yard last night and I didn’t even know it. There were four of them altogether! Draven could have been killed. My child could

to erupt inside me as I realize that neither Draven nor Taedora has even bothered to mention

impossible to control. Each of my muscles tense in a single progression and my fangs spear from my mouth. It’s time for someone to tell me what the fuck is

over the mindless chatter of the females in the kitchen. “Who saw the wolves

the very first thing that you mentioned when I walked in?”

like that all

and my anger

RAINIER

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