The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Two Hundred Fifty–Nine

DRAVEN

“So let me get this straight, I begin, my eyes lingering on my father for a longer moment than any of the others. “They took him too?”

My father nods, stepping forward with a guilty bow. “Domonic is the Alpha of your pack, little one. It was his decision to make and rightly

50. 50.

I’m getting a little tired of all this secrecy,” I snap, my attention snagging on the newborn cat in the corner. “And what the fuck is his problem? He’s been pacing like that for hours.”

“He needs to shift,” Goose says calmly. “At least, that’s what I’m getting from him.”

“I know what I need, Cane grumbles. “I need Roman. I want to punish him.”

“Well Roman isn’t here Dimwit, Delilah chortles, her newly healed mark catching my eye.

“You’re marked,” I whisper happily, smiling back at her when her eyes shoot my way.

“I am. Someone couldn’t wait any longer,” Delilah teases and Quinn shrugs my way.

“So what now, then?” Taedora asks from her corner of the room where she is making a few margaritas for those who are not pregnant.

“With the hunters still unaccounted for,” Cane hisses, “the Elder Few will be sending their enforcers and with those Rangers still scouting the woods, I don’t think any of you should shift.”

“Any of you? Gayle taunts. “You are a shifter now too, baby. There isn’t any you.”

Cane grins, then races toward her with a blur of speed that has the rest of us gazing toward my father in question.

Gio shrugs. He is twice born and apparently very dominant. I have never met one that has been made a shifter before so I don’t know the extent of their power.”

“So what you mean to say,” Goose begins, “is that he might be stronger than any one of us.”

Gio smiles in his all knowing way and I can’t help but snicker. “Perhaps.”

“That’s…just not fair, Goose grumbles. “You better make me a drink too, Tae.”

“He also was given the blood of a Lion King – basically an Alpha of your kind…so there is that,” Gio adds with a sardonic smile.

the first margarita. “You shouldn’t be giving me any more reasons to adore you than I

as Gio spits out his drink, a dark blush blossoming across his cheeks as he

you grabbed her by the

control of himself. “I

help but ask him, ignoring that his eyes go dark for a moment as he

whispers softly, in a voice meant only for me. Then he meets my gaze

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Two Hundred Fifty–Nine

ing the way they tam to follow my steps. Make mine a virgin,” I

just know

ingat laughter coming festo the nest of us as we eniroy our cocktails and non

in my case.

we go there? Delilah glares at her brother.

his gaze on me

would need a boat, but

for an answer, “Roman’s death is as much mine as it is Gayle’s. I deserve to be

Delilah warns, but he

I don’t care if I have to go alone. Or if I have

DOMONIC

the basement when my phone rings

wish I could say I was just thinking about you but–feat off when the telltale

on her way here.

that, she answers

we weren’t monsters. She did! “Who called you? Emily?” It had to be Emily,

the wheels in Draven’s mind turning. Nobody called me Domonic. Why? What have you done?

Nobody called her?

you safe. Why are you on your way here?

my eyes go straight

“So he’s

and well,” she says softly.

a dominant jerk of his chin. “Until he does he’ll feel like a caged animal. It’s good that they’re coming here. A little more icing on the cake of revenge I plan to feed the bastard in the

basement.

with you?” I bark into the phone, stepping away from the basement door and faxing my eyes on the ocean