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.

a quick smile that promises more violence than it does joy and he turns around. “You know what I need

a muscle ticking in his jaw, before he sighs and chases after the overly built male that disappeared up

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

Cone? Where did

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.

lay back th

it just to Pledge. But… I refuse to believe that Cane honestly expected Charlie to

I hope being Elder Roman’s little bitch

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with his title. Why? Because when I was sixteen Elder Roman walked up on Ted (yes, that douche from the burger joint) trying to force his 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 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 him as anything less than Elder. Because he was

the end, it didn’t really matter, because Elder Roman treated my

the Elder Few 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 probably the hand stroking Cane’s balls at the monsent, and until his balls

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

at all. They stroke

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

‘I do?

he coos, his arms closing around my middle. Sliding his hands under the 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 my bra

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

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

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 black and

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

was standing next to him. I hear his belt buckle, then his zipper. I feel

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