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.

violence than it does joy and he turns around. “You know what I need Quinn,” he says. “Get it to me.”

says nothing, simply watches me, a muscle ticking in his jaw, before he sighs and chases after the

around to watch the black ripples of the ocean and the thick fog rolling 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

Where did that bastard Roman

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

lay back th

details Charlie shared with me about this morning. The arm skinning thing 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

I hope being Elder Roman’s little bitch is worth it..

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Hundred Eighty–Nine

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 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 gets. Family barbecues, family Meetings, camping trips… until my mother began to notice. That was all it took for me to find them fucking in the poolhouse. I’m sure my mother probably thought I was jealous, and I think I even pretended to be, just so she gave it her all. That night, she declared that men like Elder Roman could never be satisfied by a young girl like me and made me promise never to address

that his beloved 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 on

Until, Cane. Elder Roman choosing to train Air out of all the sons of the Elders is probably the hand stroking Cane’s balls at the monsent, and

help but think maybe he should at least get some pussy before he decides what direction his life is headed in.

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

warm the skin with each and every drag of his lips. I

‘I do?

front of my blouse, he fires the bare flesh across my stomach, nipping 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

as he presses into me from behind, grinding his thick hard shaft into my back as he shoves me up against the mailing. “Quinn!” I

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 stomach

and Quinn grabs my chin in one hand, tuming my face so that I can see the japossibly sharp canines protruding from his lips. I moan, biting down as his eyes swirl

how fucking perfect you are,” he groans, his whole hand pinching the flesh over

to hide all this intent from me 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

stand up, but he doesn’t let me. “Shouldn’t we use