The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter Twenty-One

DRAVEN

DREAM SEQUENCE

“I was running. My body felt like it would give out at any moment, but knew if stopped to take a breath, to gather

my strength, that monster would catch me. As it was - | couldn't hear him behind- but | knew he was there.

Both of them were there. It was dangerous in the marshes. Alligators roamed freely. Snakes slithered in the

grass. But both were preferable to the demon that stalked me.

“Draven?” His voice floated in an echo, hovering over the mists of the early morning. “You cannot escape me.””

| cut left, into the heavy copse of trees, not thinking about what he was about what he revealed himself to be. |

should have though. | should have realized. Creatures like him were comfortable in such settings.

If I could just get to the beach! If | could just get to a more populated area, | would be safe for the tbeing.

But | was afraid I'd been running in circles and soon my body would give out. And that is exactly what seemed to

happen.

My legs began to tremble, my bare feet slicing on broken branches and sharpened rocks. | fell... and that was all

it took for him to be on

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“Draven,” he hissed in my ear after dropping onto my back. “I know you are afraid sweetheart, but soon you

won't have to be. A will make you like us, you will see.”

“Never!” | screamed, as he pressed my face deeper into the grass and ripped my clothes from my body.

“Stupid bitch,” he chuckled. “I'll teach you. You don’t run from me. You belong to me.”

His lips felt like insects on the back of my throat, his weight crushing intofrom behind as he ground his hips

into my rear and pinned my hands above my head with a heavily clawed hand.

“Stop! Please,” | begged.

“Your mother is gone,” he groaned, his knees splitting my legs apart from behind so that he could press his

erection against me. “I own you and if you continue to fight me, you will die just like your mother did.”

“Please!”

“That's right. Beg. | love that. It's makes everything so much more fun.

END DREAM SEQUENCE

“Noooo!” | shout, sitting straight up in bed and panting as if | have, in fact, been running. I clutch the ivory bed

covers under my chin as -glance around the room trying to remember where | am.

The door along the wall bursts open and a heavily muscles male stands there panting. “Draven? Are you

alright?”

“Who? | sputter, my eyes narrowing.

My mind is slowly settling in and | gaze down at the other side of the bed where Domonic had been before | fell

asleep.

“Where's Domonic?” | ask, looking up.

Quinn... this man is Quinn. It was all coming back now.

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“He went out to check the perimeter. He'll be back soon,” Quinn says, stepping into the room, his face is a mask

of concern. “You screamed. Were you

dreaming?”

I nod, covering my face in my hands. My voice comes out groggy, muffled by my sleep. ‘I screamed? Was |

talking?”

| peer at him and he nods. “Nothing understanable. But yeah. | heard you scream ‘No’ and | jumped out of bed. It

sounded- He pauses, “- like you were being attacked.”

Again, | nod, shivering. | notice for the first t| am clad in nothing but a lace chemise and sweat shorts. “What

tis it?”

| groan, “I'm sorry | woke you.”

He laughs, “You didn’t. | haven't been able to sleep all night. | was actually just about to make scoffee. You

want to joinin the kitchen for a cup?”

Smiling, | lift my chin in acceptance. “Please! And make it strong as fuck!”

He shootsa grin and leaves the room.

Peeling back the covers, | stand on wobbly legs. Making my way over to Domonic’s closet, | slide open the door

and reached inside for something warmer to throw over what | have on. Pulling out a navy blue hoodie, with a

large white ‘Seattle’ logo on it, | pull it over my head, smiling when it swallowswhole. It looks like I'm not

wearing any shorts, but | am so | choose not to worrry about that fact. The sweater is warm and soft and smells

just like Domonic.

As | traipse down the stairs | note the giganticc television of his living room is on and tuned into a news station.

Does he eyer turn the fucking thing off? The aromatic bliss of fresh ground coffee beans attacks my senses and |

moan with pleasure.

“That smells devine,” | say, coming into the kicthen. “There’s nothing better than the smell of fresh ground

beans. | love it.”

Quinn chuckles, plugging in the percolator and turning around. He has pulled on a shirt, and | thank the heavens

above because this particular man is built like a chiseled statue and I'm not sure I'd be able to keep my eyes

from his abs if he was still topless.

A wolf howls in the distance and | jolt. “Is that a wolf?”

His eyes catch mine as he

ours six ounces of black silk into a large round mug. “Yes.”

I shiver. “I hate wildlife.” Especially jungle cats.

His brow furrows, “What?

| clamp my eyes shut willing my brain to block out the memory that attempted to climb from the depths of my

brain. | just do. | had a bad experience once.”

Ha! Try over and over again!

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Studying me, he says, “I'm serious.”

| smile, eyeing his miles of muscles. “I’m sure you are.”

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“You can’t hate what you don’t understand,” he says, his eyes falling sad.

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He chuckles, “You have no idea,”

And then - just there - behind the giant windows, stands an enormous red wolf.

“Oh-my-god.”

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