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

you staring at me or my muscles?” I ask, swerving around a few cars

I can’t allow that to worry me at the moment, but it does. Fuck. What

makes her sick to her stomach when she finds out what well

if I disgust

grew

to flat 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

her voice

my voice coming out much softer than I intended. I can hear it in myself, the sadness, the fear that I

she finishes her sentence, and at that moment, I think that it’s true. That I disgust

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I brace myself for disappointment and chance to reach for

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

told you D! I

I snap

see

fucking mess. How am I going to explain having him with us when he

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

lion,” 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

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

the relief that I see on her face grants

take a deep breath, keeping my eyes on the road as

we take

freeway toward Seattle. It might be best if I show

to know,”

much as I can into them before 1 clasp my hand around hers and tug her toward the middle seat. “Do

me and my heart breaks for a second when I think she might say no. “That depends,” she says.

and for a moment I can’t believe I never thought of the possibility of what might happen to

I hiss, and I don’t answer her before I dial Domonic and once again let

fuck are you?” He answers in way of greeting. “We’re all here in Blackjack waiting.”

one you’re going to want to give. But before you give me an answer, just know, if you don’t agree to it,

Domonic