The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eighty–One

DELILAIL

My head snaps forward at the sound of Elder Matthew’s wice and I immediately think unaware that a member of the Elder Few is here.

And, he’s also alive, when they probably intended for him to die.

“Delilah?” Elder Matthew says again.

Shir, shit, shir

“Y–yes! Hi! Matthew!” I say, peering over Quinn’s broad shoulders and smiling as brightly as my hate will prattle, making small talk while I try and figure out what to do.

Matthew’s eyes are twinkling with merriment as he studies my features, only darkening when they to the onion of Quin “Who might this young man be? Matthew inquires nosily.

“Um-” I mumble, stilling Quinn when he tries to turn around, and casting him a pointed look. Charlier I try and sey with a eyebrows arch upward in confusion and I groan, shit! This is my ”

ck, bumping into the parked “Fiance!” Quinn finishes for me, whirling on Matthew so quickly that the old buzzard stumbles

right that I am completaty him. Placing his imposing form directly in front of me, Quinn manages to somehow push back just from view.

T

see,” Matthew condescends, with a sne

a snort. “What might your

se be, young man?”

Quinn’s muscles were flexing in irritation, I could see them rippling along his back through the thin fabric of his shirt. “Mezmun,” be tells Matthew, and I grin behind him stupidly. “Maximus Quinn.”

“Maximus Quinn,” Matthew repeats, as if committing the name to memory

“A powerful name, Maximus. Are you and your family from Oregon? Matthew asks, but Quinn doesn’t get younger, much more vexing voice sounds at the forefront.

“Fiance?” I know who it is without even looking. Ted Barrows. Elder Matthew’s favorite son. And yes, I say favorite. All the Elders that ba more than one son, have their favorites. They make no secret of it, either. That’s strange, dad. Did the council vote on a marriage for

What the fuck? Fuck you, Ted. You smuke

I’m a

Matthew croons haughtily.

sound of things, I can tell he’s now standing closer. “You see, Maximus, Ted explains as if he’s talking to a small child. “Delilah and her family are longtime members

laughs. “Is that like a fantasy football thing? Because I can

heats and my core pulses. The absolute conviction in Quinn’s voice, making me wish his words were true. I know he’s

Quinn sees when he does. Ted has a very

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the sons of Elders, I’d say he’s probably the strongest. But, from what I can see

I have the sudden desire to see him on his ass, so I hope

funny. Especially because I’m pretty sure her other Cane, is the head of her family now, andshe belongs to him until he chooses someone to give her to. It’s the way of our church. All

thing I’m not a member

anyone ili will in

that what they’re calling cults these

oh shit… Despite the accuracy

of Quinn’s statement, the Elder Few have always hated that label.

appalled. “If I were you I’d watch my

theirexclusive little club. Which is a big, Elder Few no–no. Not that I care. But, if I were an actual member, like my father was, they would punish me, maybe even kill me. However, I’m not – I don’t know enough about the inner workings of their circle to be considered a threat anyway.

promises, the muscles of his aring twitching and tightening deliciously. And if you were me you’d know why.” Quinn’s hands suddenly close into fists at his sides. “I can demonstrate for you, if you like? But I’d hate

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Chi mama.

grateful that Quinn is forcibly blocking access to me, because I think I might

the

sudden twinge of fear in it when he does. “Whatever.” He speaks over Quinn’s shoulder to me and for th first time in two years, I’m forced to look him

growing or coiling into something stronger. The sight is startling, but hot as hell and I am suddenly

almost seem to swirl with a vibrant yellow. What the fick? The moment I think I see it, it disappears. His jaw

out of earshot of his father. “But I’ll be taking her off your hands soon enough, and when I do, I’m

about to happen would ultimately cost us more time, I spring into action. Leaping up as best I can, without slamming my head into the roof of the Escalade, I throw my arms around Quinn’s neck. Planting my hands over the front of his panty juicing pectorals, I tug him backward as best I can. Right as Quinn’s arm goes

shudders and his weight nearly topples back into me. “Lilac,” he hisses, the sound thrumming with pleasure. Then he clasps his hands over the top of mine, sealing them to his

My jaw

I just mangled, not wanting to come away from him without soothing whatever damage I just Tased to his skin. My tongue traipses over the dozen or so toothmarks

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