The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eighty–Two

DRAVEN

When the doorbell rings, For fached over the toilet, having experienca brand new kind of morning boss that just seems to bigar out. Damonic lovers above me, waking like fan might jump out of skin art attend I appreciate that he wants to tolly would rather las got the track cut when I yok.

take pa,

“Domonic,” I grundled, resting my aching head against the cord goreel seat that manents wyn, was the bed a different vid worship, “someone I

I heard it balry, but I’m leaving you here dying, he lisses, rubbing mad.

“I’m not dying, Idor!! 1 snap, shoosing hils meddlesome hands away. “Gp and answer the door! I want to know who it ir

“It’s not my dad, baby, so don’t worry about the door.”

“Domonic,” I groan. “I love you. I do. But sometimes, you are an idiot. Please. The longer you stand here, the less I want to watch and fucking need to rotch! So go and answer the door. For the love of God. Please.”

I know who is and war don’t want any. So no!

“Olu for fuck’s sake,” I cry. “Tease let me puke in peace. I don’t want you watching me.”

Tack that. I want to be here for everything my baby puts

s you through.

Tine,” 1 growl as a wave of anger washes over me. So great is my fury, that I think my eyes might be as red as the fires of hell. With a final shout of warning I reach out and snatch his balls in my hand, squeezing them like a vice, zero tenderness in my grip.

He makes a noise that is half squawk, half groan, then bunches forward in pain. “Drawn, no! Fuck! I won’t leave e you.”

“Get the fuck out! I screech, releasing him to turn around and let loose with a stream of orange goop. The sound of my retching bounces across the bathroom walls and Domonic drops down to the floor next to me. He rubs my back as the last of the bile drips down into the

Suddenly, his scent climbs over me, surrounding me, invading my senses… and just like that… my nausea is gone.

Oh! Oh my God! That’s nice…

“Domonic,” I whisper, falling weakly against him and burying my face in his chest. I rub my face across his shirt, breathing in tremendous amounts of him, as much as I can get. “Damonic, I love you.”

exasperated. I love you too, but did you really just

the fuck up,” I say, “I want you to hold me and never let go. Please.

Felix is

“Shut up.

hold me,” I insist weakly. “You’re not

have to be in Blackjack soon. Why don’t you brush your teeth and I’ll get you some crackers

that does it,” a deep, languid voice sounds from just beyond the doorway. “Crackers wont do anything for a shifter pregnancy. However, raw

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One Hundred Eighty–Two

to just waltz inside my

He come back?! | mean, I know he said he would, but I honestly didn 1 know if

Hrs here?

happy when he shows up. HE LEFT

back the little girl inside of me says.

the chimney,” Glo joked

have a chimney,

owe me a

a new lock, Domonic growled.

whether she does or not, she deserves to know the truth of why I left. She deserves to know who she i. and so

if you upset her even once, or you break any more

protest, but he ignores me.

rip you limb

that I shiver. Is it possible that I blocked out all my good memories of him and my

and yes,

want to hear everything. I want my memories back. The good ones.

them back

to know who Isabel really was and why Gio left me with her. I have to hear

distinguished and perfectly groomed as he did the last time he you like yachts?” I ask him, and I

here. “Da

his liquid gold eyes flashing with something I can’t quite recognize. “I love yachts. I own three. You loved them too. From

decided to take the plunge. “You were worried about us heading to the island without Taedora, right?” m I ask

Domonic.

eyes narrow as he nods slowly. “Yes… but I told you, Bart and Grant offered to stay