The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eighty–Five

Author’s Note: Just a little formal statement that it is NEVER safe to dried speeds of 120 mph.,

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“Lilac?” I gasp as Delilah’s face slackens and she tumbles forward in thook. “Oh shit.”

“I knew it! I knew you were one of them. You’re a lion too, aren’t you? that why you’re with D? Were you hunting for us because were hunting for you? Oh my God this is just crazy!” Charlie’s jibberish; wiggles in my ears like an unwanted insect trying to scurry into my brain. “You’re smooth man, smooth. I really thought you wanted my Delilah for something, but you were using her to get to us.”

hot pisses me off.

Now that

“Shut the fuck up Charlie. And I mean shut the fuck up now or Ill toss you out and leave you on the side of the road,” I grow out. In his frightened eyes in my rear–view mirror. “First let me say this, she is not your Delilah. She is my lilac. Normally I would knock the breath right from your lungs for even thinking she was yours, but seeing as how you’ve had somewhat of a traumatic experience today, and you are very confused, I’m going to let it slide. However, understand this – I never used her for anything. She is mine. Mine. And I will be keeping her.”

“W–what?” He gasps.

“She’s my mate you little fucktard. She might not know it yet, but she will soon enough. So do the both of us a favor and keep your idiot prouth shut so I don’t sever your head like I’ve been wanting to from the very moment I say your hands in hers at the diner.” Then I peer down at my girl and pet her head as it rests on my lap. “Now, be a good little Charlie and reach inside her first aid kit for some smelling salts please.

“Y–yes sir,” he says obediently and in the next moment I’m breaking a pack of salts open and my Lilac is coming back to life right in front of me. Pity, really, I liked having her head resting on my cock.

“What the hell?” She says drowsily, wrinkling her nose at the burn from the salts.

I toss the packet out the window, put the car back in drive and grit against the pain of the healing my back is doing as we head back out

on the highway,

“Buckle up kids,” I say, smirking at the crazy look my Lilac is giving me “We have a ways to go.”

Despite that

at she’s still g

gawking at me, she does as told and I race along. Not entirely sure if I sh giving me, I try for a smile.

I should be worried or not about the look shes

around a few cars at

can’t allow that to worry

it makes her sick to her stomach when she

if I disgust

She grew up

ask. Why? I don’t know. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, or maybe I just can’t stand the suspense. “Do I disgust you, now?

me?” She repeats, her voice sounding far

not knowing what it means. She didnt say no. Damn her. “Lilac… please,” I plead, my voice coming out much softer than I intended. I can hear it in myself, the

think that it’s true. That

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brace myself for disappointment

tenses, dropping my hand in her lap and all

Charlie interrupts. “I told you D!

snap in

But I can still see

I going to explain having him with us

was protecting you,” I promise, squeezing her fingers in mine. “But yes, in a way, I guess you could say I was communicating with her.”

she says cautiously and when I look at her I can see the little wheels in her head turning and I do not like the direction they are headed. “So you were in the

a lion shifter” I tell her, almost

not?” she questions, and the relief that I see on her face grants me at least a little calm. Then what are

breath, keeping my eyes on the road

we take

exit for the freeway toward Seattle. It might be

to know,” she says.

to show you first. Please, just let ro.” I meet her eyes, pouring as much as I can into them before 1 clasp my hand around hers

and my heart breaks for a second when I think she might say no. “That depends,” she says. Then she asks in a choked voice, “Are you going

and for a moment I can’t believe I never thought of the possibility of what might happen to Cane if he’s caught by my brothers. Or worse,

and I don’t answer her before I dial Domonic and once again let the call play over

He answers in way of greeting. “We’re all here in Blackjack

favor and I’m pretty sure it’s not one you’re going to want to give. But before you give me an answer, just know, if you don’t agree to it, I’ll have to go

Domonic