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.

wicked, Taedora says, passing my father the first margarita. “You shouldn’t be giving me any more reasons to adore you than I already have. You’re already King of my wet dreams as it

a dark blush blossoming across his

by

control of himself. “I

ignoring

Then he meets my gaze

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Hundred Fifty–Nine

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

just know it. But

voice chatters the ingat laughter coming festo the nest

my case.

go there? Delilah glares at

her, fixing his gaze on

a

eyes flashing so gold I’m momentarily stamped for an answer, “Roman’s death is as much mine as it

he hardly looks her way.

alone. Or if I have to sun. I’m going to get there, Cate announces to the room. “With help or

DOMONIC

the basement when my phone rings with Draven on the

thinking about you but–feat off when the telltale sound of a boats engine filters through

on her way here. I just know it.

know the answer to that, she answers

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

for a moment and I can practically hear the wheels in Draven’s mind turning. Nobody called me Domonic. Why?

Nobody called her?

here. I want you safe. Why are

and my eyes go straight for Gryffin who

“So he’s

well,” she

Gryffin reminds me with a dominant jerk of his chin. “Until he does he’ll feel like a caged

basement.

away from the basement door and faxing my eyes on the ocean through