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.

narrow, his eyebrows bunching as he studies me, then he 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.

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

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

are you Cone? Where did that bastard

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 him shed his skin and slither

lay back th

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

hope being Elder Roman’s little bitch

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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

dad had no idea 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 and

of 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 unwind,

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

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

the skin with each and every drag of his lips. I have been waiting all day to have

‘I do?

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

groan 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 gasp, feeling his hands grope me, yanking off my top and tossing it to the side, then pulling down my leggings and panties

his gaze on me. Strangely 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

whimper, and Quinn grabs my chin in one hand, tuming my face so that I can see the japossibly

hand pinching the flesh over my hip, “I need to be inside

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

try and stand up, but he doesn’t let me. “Shouldn’t we use protection?”