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.

flashes 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

before he sighs and chases after the overly built male

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 so, but that’s the kind of surprise I can definitely do without.

Cone? Where did that bastard Roman take you?

time to let Cane go. He is where he wants to be. Where he has always wanted to be, I suppose. I mean, it’s not like he would be the first in my family to 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

lay back th

is gruesome as 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

Elder Roman’s little bitch is worth it..

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that I wasn’t a virgin and that he didn’t need to save me from the world of cock. At first the news seemed to have its desired effect. But the next thing I know, he’s flirting with me every chance he

matter, because Elder Roman treated my mother like the plague from that day on and I couldn’t help but laugh at how frustrated that made

have always thought of Elder Ruanan as somewhat of a legend. The man has never accepted an apprentice until now. Until, Cane. Elder Roman choosing to train Air out of all the sons of the Elders is

a twenty–three year old virgin, and I can’t help but think maybe he should at least get some pussy before he decides

my hips on each side, holding me in place and preventing me from moving at all. They stroke up and down from my

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 to have you back here and alone,” he groans. “You have a promise to

‘I do?

and licking at my earlobe the entire time. “You can’t tell me you don’t remember,” he whispers then dips one hand 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

the mailing. “Quinn!” I gasp, feeling his hands grope me, yanking off my

ass. He bends over me, pushing my stomach over the wooden railing and stroking his hands up my back to my shoulders. “I want to take you just like this. Fast and rough, with your

my face so that I can see the japossibly sharp

perfect you are,” he groans, his whole hand pinching the flesh over my hip, “I need to be inside of you.”

when his friend was standing next to him. I hear his belt buckle, then his zipper. I feel the head of his impossibly thick cock wetting itself against the honey of my entrance as his free hand strokes up and

I try and stand up, but he doesn’t let me. “Shouldn’t