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

that I’m a

croons

flatly, and by the 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.

football thing? Because I can assure you, my female does not need their

core pulses. The absolute conviction in Quinn’s voice, making me wish his words were true. I know he’s only trying to anger them,

looking I know what Quinn sees when he does. Ted has

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well built. Out of all of the sons of Elders, I’d say he’s probably the strongest. But, from what I can see beyond Quinn’s

I have the sudden desire to see him

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

I’m not a member then,

If I’m allowed to wish anyone ili will in my lifetime, might

questions sardonically. “Is that what

oh shit… Despite the accuracy

Few have always hated that label.

replies, appalled. “If I were you

talking to outsiders about 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

chuckles and the sound is slightly bone chilling. If you were me you’d do no such thing,” Quinn promises, the muscles of his aring twitching and tightening deliciously. And if you were me you’d know why.” Quinn’s hands suddenly

–

Chi mama.

access to me, because

the

over Quinn’s shoulder to me and for th first time in two years,

a way that almost make them look bigger. Like they are growing or coiling into something stronger. The sight is startling, but hot as hell and I am suddenly desperate to

For some reason, they almost seem to swirl with a vibrant yellow. What the fick? The moment I think I see it, it disappears. His jaw is set,

with her while you can… Maximus, Ted whispers, pulling out of earshot of his father. “But I’ll be taking her off your hands soon enough, and when I do, I’m going to

I didn’t want to do this right now, I wanted to get out of here and go find Cane. Knowing what was 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

thrumming

My jaw

I suck on the flesh 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 swirling across the edges as they quickly disappear. What….the… hell? Whatever I’m doing seems to be working almost

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