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.”

love you too, but did you really just wipe your vomit all

you to hold me and never let go. Please. Please, hold

Felix

“Shut up.

weakly. “You’re not to let me go until

I have to be in Blackjack soon. Why don’t you brush your teeth

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

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to just waltz inside my house. How

said he would,

here? He

shows up. HE

come back the little girl inside of me says.

bat and floated in through the chimney,” Glo joked

we don’t have a chimney, and

me a

me a new lock, Domonic growled. “You

left.

states. “But if you upset her even once,

protest, but he ignores me.

rip you limb from

all my good memories of him and my real mother? Could I truly have felt betrayed enough to wipe them

I could have and yes, I did.

I want

them back

Isabel really was and

did the last time he you like yachts?” I ask

here. “Da

I can’t quite recognize. “I love yachts. I own three. You loved them too. From the

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

Domonic.

nods slowly. “Yes… but I told you, Bart and Grant