The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred Eighty–Nine

DELILAH

“Hes standing right behind me too, isn’t he?” I ask without turning ardend.

“Yup,” a cold emotionless voice answers. A voice that does not belong to Quinn.

“How much did the two of you hear?” I ask, wiping the tears from my eyes before I turn around.

“Everything, they say in unison.

Great, now not only do they think Cane could give a fuck less about his sister, but they know he tried to kill his best friend and lied about it.

Despite that I know my brother is in the wrong, and that he is a calss A bonehead, I’m still in protective sister mode. Crossing my arms defiantly over my chest, I snap, “Well, good for you. Not that it really matters, because I’m not going to help you kill him.”

“Whoa, Lilac!” Quinn says. “Nobody’s wants to kill him!

Well that’s a lie. For one thing I do

orAlpha…or Domanic… smirks. “That’s not true. Gryffin definitely does,” the thickly muscled, handsome stranger says

Quinn’s friend… or and 1 glare.

“Dom!” Quinn growls and a look passes between the two.

“Right,” Domonic nods, stepping back. “We’ll talk more about this tomonow then.”

“Oh no, we won’t I say smoothly.

me a quick smile that promises more violence than it does joy and he turns around. “You know what I need Quinn,” he says. “Get it

jaw, before he sighs and chases after the overly built male that disappeared up the stairs.

in. Am I stupid to think that I can make Cane listen? What if I was the one Elder Roman wanted thrown in the river, would Care have done it? The sad truth was… I don’t know, I don’t think

Where did that bastard Roman

choose the Elder path. Nor is the the first to shock me with his betrayal. That award will always belong to my mother. Could be that he’s more like her than I realized. Maybe he was only playing a part until the opportunity arose for him shed his skin and slither into a

lay back th

fuck and yet, don’t have a hard time picturing Cane completing that part of the act, There’s not a doubt in my mind that Cane would have done it just to Pledge. But… I refuse to believe that Cane honestly expected Charlie to die. I will not accept that my brother meant for Charlie to drown. Charlie was able

hope being Elder Roman’s little bitch is

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Hundred Eighty–Nine

tiny sausage into my hoo–haw and he ended up tossing Ted across the room. I guess I probably shouldn’t have hugged the dude when I thanked him, because the next thing you know, he was everywhere. Always looking out for me, keeping me pure‘. At first eemed like a normal sort of Uncle type thing to do for me, but then it started to get out of hand. Soon he was showing up at my school and Ilipping out on any guy I talked to. I finally had to let him know that I wasn’t a virgin and that he didn’t need to

was in the backyard bainking his best friend. In the end, it didn’t really matter, because Elder Roman treated my mother like the plague from that day

Cane. Elder Roman choosing to train

I can’t help but think maybe he should at least get some pussy before he decides what

holding me in place and preventing me from moving at all. They stroke up and down from my outter thighs to my waistline to my ribs, then my

Quinn whispers, dipping his head into my neck and nibbling on my exposed shoulder. Sparks tingle and warm the skin with each and every drag of his lips. I have been waiting all day

‘I do?

into the front of my leggings to cup my mound and one hand into my bra to cup my breast. He squeezes both roughly and I shudder in his arms, gasping for breath. “You promised to let me use you tonight, he moans, his hand exploring more and more flesh beneath my shirt as the other begins to dip

he presses into me from behind, grinding his thick hard shaft into my back as he shoves me up against the mailing. “Quinn!” I gasp, feeling his hands grope me, yanking off my top and tossing it to the

Em burning up. He groans deep in his chest, as both of his large hands close over the globes of my hare ass. He bends over me, pushing my

the japossibly sharp canines protruding from

you are,” he groans, his whole hand pinching the flesh

this intent from me when his friend was standing next to him. I hear his belt buckle, then his zipper. I feel

stand up, but he doesn’t let me.