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.”

but did you really just wipe your vomit all over my shirt?

shut the fuck up,” I say, “I want you to

remember Felix is waiting at

“Shut up.

me,” I insist weakly. “You’re not to let me go until

Domonic coos, stroking my back. “You know I have to be in Blackjack soon. Why don’t you brush your teeth and I’ll get you some crackers for

from just beyond the doorway. “Crackers wont do anything for a shifter pregnancy. However, raw beef will. That, and your scent are the only things that can help her when

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waltz inside my house.

back?! | mean, I know he said he would, but I honestly didn

Hrs here? He com

shows up. HE LEFT YOU.

girl

floated in through the chimney,” Glo joked and

have a

me a

new lock, Domonic growled.

to know the truth of why I left.

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

I protest, but he ignores

God, I’ll rip you limb from limb.”

past long forgotten, that I shiver. Is it possible that I blocked out all my good memories of him and my real mother? Could I truly have felt betrayed enough to wipe them from my memories? Somehow I think the answer is

and yes, I did.

I want

them back

know about my mother. I want to know who Isabel really was

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

here. “Da

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

Domonic.

slowly. “Yes… but I told you, Bart and Grant offered to stay back