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

swerving around a few cars

and I can’t allow that to worry me at the moment,

sick to her stomach when

if I disgust

grew up

out 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? Is that why you’re

voice sounding far off and distant.

noting the strange glaze of her eyes as she watches me, but 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 sadness, the fear that I might not get the kind of mate that my brothers were lucky enough to

she finishes her sentence, and at that moment, I think that it’s true. That I disgust her. “You really are a shifter?” She asks. “Shifters

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quietly. Then I brace myself for disappointment and chance to reach for her hand.

of relief, but then the tenses, dropping my hand in her lap and all my worry comes trampling back. “So when you found me in the woods this morning. you really were talking to that lion, weren 1 you?”

Charlie interrupts. “I told you D!

I snap

still see him bubbling with excitement

having him with us when he get to Port

in mine. “But yes, in a way, I guess you could say I was communicating with

lion,” she says cautiously and when I look at her I can see the little wheels in her head

her. “Not for you. And no. I’m not a lion shifter” I tell her, almost afraid to admit to what

relief that I see on her face grants me at least a little calm. Then

take a deep breath, keeping my eyes on the

we take

It might be best if I show

I want to know,” she says.

pouring as much as I can into them before 1 clasp my hand around hers and tug her

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

never thought of the possibility of what might happen to Cane if he’s caught by my brothers. Or worse, by Goose

answer her before I dial Domonic and once again let the call play over the loudspeaker.

are you?” He answers in way

I’m pretty sure it’s not one you’re going to want to give. But before you

Domonic