The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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 tothat whomever was breaking into the bar was not the sguy

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, | was starting to believe

Gryffin had at least sidea who might be beraking into the bar and no idea who the killer was. Pressing me

forward as the sky lit to a suprblue, was the urge, | was having to make it back hbefore Draven did,

because something was tellingshe was already

on het was.

She didn’t get even a wink of sleep and | know this because | 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.

| need to be back at my place where Margo is waiting.

Once | reach the station 1 shift at the backside of the building, grabbing my extra clothes and my phone from

behind the trees as | head out front. Without saying word to any of my brothers, | dress and hop inside my

Hummer to race toward my house, Passing the docks on the way, | see the yacht still hasht pulled into harbor

yet and lionesses motorbikes are still parked in the lot.

Good. This givesjust enough tto steel myself against what comes next, hast with the thought, an image

of Draven’s smiling face flashes through my mind. | see her as she was the day she arrived, sassy and defiant. |

smell her the way | 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 |

imagine the look on her face when | kissed her ch my yacht. The memory of her lips on mine heating flesh to

near buming

| 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 | 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, | waste no tbolting 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. | sneer,

not being able to help myself as I'm hit with the pungent aroma of her cheap ass perfand 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 t| really don’t care. The truth is, yes, | would feel bad if Margo was

killed because of what I'm about to do. Of course | would, but | doubt I would cry over it. And yeah, I'd probably

get put on suniversal 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, | 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 | am. What the twelve of us are. All she knows is that | need Draven on the first plane

cut of here and I'm w get it done.

ng to shack up with her to

Yup. | 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 withlast night. No. | 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, | 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 | trailing the lionesses

while our eyes scanned the street,

“We can walk from here,” | 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 withand Em can ride with Gayle, Put this on.”

She handsher 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 | 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 | suddenly wonder why | never learned to drive one of these things. The feeling | get as

we soan 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 ofdies. A curl of

despair, rots deep within my chest and | can’t shake my unease no matter how hard I try...

“Something is wrong. | hiss as | climb off the bike and stare at the house in front of me. The shades are open and

| can see Domenic sitting inside. He awaitswith a cold indifference that feels a lot like | just stepped back in

time.

Taedora nad sadly, taking the helmet fromand placing it over her head. “You have my number. Call me

whenever you needand I'll be there

bad is abo

heather softly, sensing she knows something bad is about to take place.

“Promise me,” she prompts and | nod

promise.” Tuming to Emily as the two lionesses roar away, | whisper, “Wait here, aky? | need to find out what the

fuck is going on.”

Her gaze narrows but she doesn’t argue and | spin on my heels to head right through the front door. The moment

| step inside 1 free. My backpack and a small suitcase lay against the wall leading into the kitchen and suddenly |

know this fucker intends forto leave.

“What the fuck is this, Domonic?” | growl, turning cold eyes his way. “Is that my stuf

| probably shoulder have told him I love re

The man | see seated on the soda is not the sone | shared my past with. The way he is looking at- no,

glaring at- makesfeel like old news. Like she 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 towardwith a slow tortured gait. “I can’t

have you here any longer.”

My body jerks, tear filling my eyes despite that | will die before releasing them. “When I'm not going to play this

gof his. I'm not going to let him pushaway so that he can protect me. Because no matter what he says

totoday, | know hat is exactly what this is.

I ” . q

Why?" | snap. My emotional side

getting the better offor a

moment. | want to something pier

in is eyesavhite he's look

than in fisyesay [ s looking at

ie. ant to see him acknowledge

that | am his mate. | have to get to

him somehow. Something has to cut

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study him- and yes, there is IL A single twitch of his jaw as | 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

| will stay at Bart's”

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I'll take you,” he says softly, a sigh of

relief escaping him as | lift my

backpack and take 1d Rartdle ofthe

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“What?” He snaps, the cold crack of his tone causingto spin back around.

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1 glare down my nose at him as best Fan with him being over a head taller thanYou heard me. Tadera told