he Pack: Rule Number 1 – No Mates.
Chapter Sixty–Seven
DOMONIC
Lam already down the ther from the ocean’s spillway when daun rises. The orange and pink tangerine sky pressing against the long dark of the night. We hunted for hos. Catching the scent of a wolf here and the scent of a human there. Neither with any concrete ties to the other. The tang of the killer still ripe on my senses, called the search to a halt just beyond the beach, Just like that night five years ago, failed. Put at least now, our eyes were open. Now, we had concrete proof that the killer was still watching us. That alone was at least a leg up. Because it was clear to me that whomever was breaking into the bar was not the same guy
The scents didn’t match up. The bar had been broken into by a shafter every time. A cat most likely. Which was the reason behind our broken ties with the Blackjack Pride up until recently, However, I was starting to believe Gryffin had at least some idea who might be beraking into the bar and no idea who the killer was. Pressing me forward as the sky lit to a supreme blue, was the urge, I was having to make it back home before Draven did, because something was telling me she was already
on het was.
She didn’t get even a wink of sleep and I know this because I felt her stress through the band the entire night. She would be headed back to Port Orchard the
moment the rest of the ladies were ready.
I need to be back at my place where Margo is waiting.
Once I reach the station 1 shift at the backside of the building, grabbing my extra clothes and my phone from behind the trees as I head out front. Without saying word to any of my brothers, I dress and hop inside my Hummer to race toward my house, Passing the docks on the way, I see the yacht still hasht pulled into harbor yet and lionesses motorbikes are still parked in the lot.
Good. This gives me just enough time to steel myself against what comes next, hast with the thought, an image of Draven’s smiling face flashes through my mind. I see her as she was the day she arrived, sassy and defiant. I smell her the way I did when she opened the door to the bar that day. All lavender and sweet honey Her essence carried on the ends of her long black locks like sugar on silk. My hist curls over my steering wheel when I imagine the look on her face when I kissed her ch my yacht. The memory of her lips on mine heating flesh to near buming
I am going to miss her so goddamn much.
But this has to be done. Especially now that the killer has stepped back into the gate. Because I’d rather lose Margo to his shit than Draven and that is the ugly, fucked up truth. Homible karma, here I come. I’m swapping Draven out with a bitch could care less about losing.
Yes. That is correct. I’m a piece if shit,
Pulling into my driveway, I waste no time bolting into the house to hit the showers. Stepping into my bedroom, my stomach coll. Margo lay asleep in my bed. Her long hairsprayed tangles fucking up my pillow cases. I sneer, not being able to help myself as I’m hit with the pungent aroma of her cheap ass perfume and the wolf in me growds in revution
Just because she’s gross and a bit of a bitch doesn’t mean she deserves to die Danc
And no, it doesn’t. But at this point in time I really don’t care. The truth is, yes, I would feel bad if Margo was killed because of what I’m about to do. Of course I would, but I doubt I would cry over it. And yeah, I’d probably get put on some universal lat for the forever fucked – but it would be worth it if it meant Draven were alive and well somewhere sale.
So without another thought, I take a deep drink of whiskey, jump in the shower, get dressed, then march my sorry ass downstain to wait in the living room.
Margo doesn’t know what I am. What the twelve of us are. All she knows is that I need Draven on the first plane cut of here and I’m w get it done.
ng to shack up with her to
Yup. I am probably going to hell.
DRAVEN
The sun is high in the sky as the four of us pull into the docks. The entire ride over Coyle and Tadora kept silent as the dead. Emily was the only one bouncing with the excitement of her new wolf knowledge. But of course, she wasn’t privy to all that Tardora shared with me last night. No. I was keeping that shit to myself.
The light of the sun sparkles against the can as we near the marina. The calm of being boats sending a wave of longing through me, I grew up in Miami. Yachts and all manner of boats were a contant sight with different marinas scattered up and down the coast. Sure, it was beautiful there. Surry and warm. But there was just something about this place that called to my heart.
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I wonder what it’s like here in the summertime.
The four of us stepped off the boat and immediately beaded for the parking lot. Emily and I trailing the lionesses while our eyes scanned the street,
“We can walk from here,” I say. “The house is just a few miles uphill.”
Taedora laughs as we pause next to a couple of motorbikes and both women unlock helmets from beneath the seals. Not happening lady. You’ll ride with me and Em can ride with Gayle, Put this on.”
She hands me her bl
- blood red helmet and my eyes trail across her bike searching for another. “What about you?“
“What about me? I’m a damn shifter,” she says with a wink. “Put it on.”
Rolling my eyes I do as told and the next thing you know the four of us are ripping up the street toward Dumonic’s house. The wind and the power of the ride between my legs sends a wave of pure glory through me for a long moment and I suddenly wonder why I never learned to drive one of these things. The feeling I get as we soạn through the
open air is one of freedom and rising thunder. Of power and escape. Flove it.
But the moment we pull into the driveway behind Domonic’s Hummer, something inside of me dies. A curl of despair, rots deep within my chest and I can’t shake my unease no matter how hard I try…
“Something is wrong. I hiss as I climb off the bike and stare at the house in front of me. The shades are open and I can see Domenic sitting inside. He awaits me with a cold indifference that feels a lot like I just stepped back in time.
Taedora nad sadly, taking the helmet from me and placing it over her head. “You have my number. Call me whenever you need me and I’ll be there
bad is abo
heather softly, sensing she knows something bad is about to take place.
“Promise me,” she prompts and I nod
promise.” Tuming to Emily as the two lionesses roar away, I whisper, “Wait here, aky? I need to find out what the fuck is going on.”
Her gaze narrows but she doesn’t argue and I spin on my heels to head right through the front door. The moment I step inside 1 free. My backpack and a small suitcase lay against the wall leading into the kitchen and suddenly I know this fucker intends for me to leave.
“What the fuck is this, Domonic?” I growl, turning cold eyes his way. “Is that my stuf
I probably shoulder have told him I love re
The man I see seated on the soda is not the same one I shared my past with. The way he is looking at me – no, glaring at me – makes me feel like old news. Like some he tasted already, someone he has finished with already. He killed the Doc and he killed Len. Marcus is dead. All open threats vanquished, he thinks he can
Well fuck that
“The apartment at the bar is ready for you now.” He stands, walking toward me with a slow tortured gait. “I can’t have you here any longer.”
My body jerks, tear filling my eyes despite that I will die before releasing them. “When I’m not going to play this game of his. I’m not going to let him push me away so that he can protect me. Because no matter what he says to me today, I know hat is exactly what this is.
“Why?” I snap. My emotional side getting the better of me for a moment. I want to something other than in his eyes while he’s looking at me. I want to see him acknowledge that I am his mate. I have to get to him somehow. Something has to cut through. “Because I love you? Is that why?”
study him- and yes, there is IL A single twitch of his jaw as I step closer to him. Hark gray are widem as he crosses his arms deantly over his chest. His
I nod. “Okay. Fine. You want to learn the hard way, then I’ll humor you for now. Endly
I will stay at Bart’s”
“I’ll take you,” he says softly, a sigh of relief escaping him as I lift my backpack and take the handle of the suitcase. So much for being your mate, I guess huh?” | quip as I step toward the front door.
“What?” He snaps, the cold crack of his tone causing me to spin back around.
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1 glare down my nose at him as best Fan with him being over a head taller than me You heard me. Tadera told me everything. She says I’m your mate. That when you bit me, you marked me as yours,”
His Extech at his sides, his muscles going so tight I feel like I can hear them popping into place. But what he says next steals the breath right from my lungs. “Well, Tedora led to you. You are not my mate. My mate is upstairs, sleeping in my bed.” He steps up to my face, his eyes flaring with anger. “You are just some
bitch that I marked ”
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Lori Renner
this chapter has broke my heart and made me cry.
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