The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Two DOMONIC "So," Paul begins, "You're thinking that if we spend more tin our well forms that maybe we can alter the effects of the forced shift?" I nod. "Yes, exactly. But it has to be at night. When the nannn is in its wading phases." "When its giving power," Rainier comments. "That makes a weird amouch of sense." "It does, doesn't it," I say with a grin, watching the girls and Bartlett talk to Goal behind the counter. “We hardly ever run as a pack anymore. And even when we did, we did it because we were forced to by our fathers," "Even then, it was before sun down," Paul adds, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. As if he's lost in an old memory. "Those were the days, man. Remember?" "Haha!" Lief says. "Yess! They were!" Grant guffaws, sitting back to take a deep drink of the beer in his hand You mean, when we used to break off from our training route and scare all the human campers?" "Yup, Paul chuckles. "What the hell did you think I was talking about? Surely not the few times we followed the rules and stuck to the woods." I turn back to Rainier. “I don't think Felix should stay here above the bar anymore." "I agree," Rainier states. That's why I just booked one of Old Bob's beach houses just down the street from Quinn's place. She and I will stay there until I find a place." "Where the fuck is Quinn, anyway?" I ask, glancing around in confusion "He was here just a few minutes ago. He needs to hear this! We all need to be up to date." I glare at Timmons. "Where the fuck is he?" Timmons shakes his head, a sneer on his lips. "You know how he gets. He found a new piece of pussy and left it back at our place. He probably went hto hang her a few times before tossing her out. He knows I won't let her stay more than one night." "You won't let her?" P Paul snorts. "It's his house. How would you stop her? "He picked her up in Blackjack, Timmons says with a snarl. "She was with the poachers." My entire body goes rigid with anger. "What?" I meet Timmons' eyes as the entire table goes silent. Even Goose is listening now as he approaches our table. "He brought a poacher back to his house and fucking left her there? To chere?" Timmons nods. "Yup. Why do you think I was so pissed at him this moming when we both cin? Why do your think we cin separate cars?" "I don't know, fucker. Lover's spat, maybe? Or sother rideI'm your roommate, ridiculous shit!" I growl. “I didn't think, asshole. I didn't care! But now I do! Call him! I want him back here now!" "The girl," Goose says suddenly, looking at Timmons. "You're talking about the redhead that Gayle attacked this morning? The one you cand toldabout? "Yes," Timmons hisses, glaring at the table. “I mean, I knew she was hot but I took a pass on that one because well - she was with a hunting party! I figured Quinn would pass on her too! When he insisted on stepping between her and Gayle, I thought he was only trying to keep the rest of us safe by keeping the body count down. On account of what happened last night, to homeboy in the parking lot and what Old Bob saw. But he brought her back to the house instead and when I hit him up about it, he said that he just wanted to fuck a • 1/3 Chapter One Hundred Seventy Two (Arronding to Gayle, Cerite says. "The girl want peretuity a threat, zel walet dressed to bunt, nor was the with the men when If the girl in a threat," Pand seps eftly. Then why dat Gayle attack berse of who they do or do not associate with: Innocent humans are meant to be protected, not executed a grim smile spreading across his lips. Because when Gayle went looking for spayback, the girl was the only one of the left. The men www gee. And you knew her Gayle and Griffin are about catching all prachers. They want to end them on this Barth just as badly at gras prys want to find the arsonist from five years ago." He sighs. In Gayler's eyes, the girl is just as guilty as the meni are Simply on the strength of her turning a blind eye. I know it's not right, and so does the which is why I stepped in after Timmons showed up at the den to tellabout it." "Regardless of whether the girl is dangerous, or not, Rainier says plainly "She's committed a crjust by not reporting her companions. You call it turning a blind eye - I call it negligence." "So what? What are you gonna do about it, Riotte? Draven snaps at Rainier with more animosity than anyone seemed to expect coming from her sweet lips. “Arrest her? Are you fucking kidding me?" "Baby," I say in defense of my brother, reaching for her hand as she angrily snatches it away from me. "You don't understand- "Oh noữ" she chuckles, and the chilling glare she giveshassnapping my lips shut so quickly that I'm actually a little embarrassed. "I don't understand? Is that what you were about to say? That / don't understand what it feels like to be hunted? Or chased? Or rejected when I finally find the someone who's supposed to accept me?" "Rejected?! Baby, what are you talking about, now? You're my mate, and yes, the way I handled finding you was wrong," I admit, trying to catch her eye, but failing. “But this girl isn't anybody's mate. She's not one of us! She's one of them. Other than that, she's just a bitch on a list of different bitches that Quinn has devoted himself to nailing at least once in his life." Draven's green eyes sparkle with angry fire as she gazes around at all of us and one by one my brothers' heads dip a little in shame. Even Goose looks a bit sheepish. Right then I finally see it - the Alpha Wolf in her that I never knew was there. Or rather that I didn't recognize until after hearing all that said to her the last night.

The girl isn't anybody's mate," Draven repeats, with a shake of her head. Her eyes float back and forth between me, Rainier, and Koda. "You're so sure about that, are you? Really? Because obviously Quinn must bring bitches as you called them back to his house all the time." Her eyes land on Timmons. "Right?" 1. me. "He act gaze narrows as he clears his throat, "Uh... no.

1. o. He actually doesn't." He looks at me. actually never does." Timmons gaze "Hmm," Draven hums, placing a curious finger under her chin in a picture of mock innocence. "How strange then, that he would choose a poacher female as the first. I wonder what possessed him to do such a thing?" Were all staring at her in shock. Her implication riding each of us differently as we slowly try to accept what she has just made painfully obvious.

"Bart, helpout here," she yells back.

Bartlett grims. "You're on your own kiddo. If I spoke to the Alpha like that, I'd be picking my teeth up off the floor, right now. You're doing great, Best man for the job." "What are you thinking? Paul asks, when Draven Einally turns around and walks halk to the counter.

Im thinking." I say with a grin, my eyes on Draven's back. "That I fucking we love my lady." QUINN 2/3 Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Two

We've already been on the road for an hour now and try as I might, I cit seem to get Delilah talkingWhen | spyja e sign that says there's a diner off the next exit, I quickly steer toward it, hopping off the freehy and pissing my Lilac off. Her head jerks in my direction. "What the hell are you doing? Where are we going?" I smile, glad I finally have her attention. "Ah. So you're not muite after all "This isn't funny," she gripes, unbuckling her seatbelt to lean over and gut her hands on my steering wheel. "I need to get to my brother!" Despite that I could easily overpower her, I let her forceback onto the freeway, but I'm hardly prepared for how her hands accidentally brush across the front of my jeans when she turns the wheel.

"Fuck," I hiss, pressing my back into my seat and gritting my teeth. I don't need to look down to know how painfully hard am right now. I can feel it. In fact, my dick is pulsing so wildly against the confines of my jeans that I may end up needing to unzip my pants just to drive. "Oh my God!" Delilah whispers. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!

"Don't be sorry," I reply, my eyes heavy as I gaze at her. "But if you touch my steering wheel again there will be consequences. Despite that she looks horrified, the sweet scent of her arousal floats my way and I growl, looking over at her hungrily. She's panting with her eyes glued to my zipper. I'm done. That's it. "Fuck!" I snap, pulling off the shoulder and behind a copse of trees. I don't even look at her. I can't. 1 just say, "Either you are going to take care of this forright now. Or I am going to and you are going to watch me."