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 to me.”

jaw, before he sighs and chases after the overly

turn back 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 sad truth was… I

you Cone? Where did

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 him shed his skin and slither into a den of serpents, like the little snake he is. Cut

lay back th

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 die. I will not accept that my brother meant for Charlie to drown. Charlie was able to get free somehow… he was able to untie his wrists and drag himself out of the river. Cane had to

I hope being Elder Roman’s

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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

really matter, because Elder Roman treated my mother like the plague from that day on and

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 probably the hand stroking Cane’s

he should at least get some pussy before he decides what direction his

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

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

‘I do?

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 my bra to cup my breast. He squeezes both

into my back as he shoves me up against the mailing. “Quinn!” I gasp, feeling his hands

enough. Im not at all cold. In fact, 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 stomach over the wooden railing and stroking his hands up my back to my shoulders. “I want to take you just

that I can see the japossibly sharp canines protruding from his lips. I moan, biting down as

I see how fucking perfect you are,” he groans, his whole hand pinching the flesh over my hip, “I need

him. I hear his belt buckle, then his zipper. I feel the head of his impossibly thick cock wetting itself against

up, but he doesn’t let me.