The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack Rute Number 1 No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Eight

DRAVEN

The unha thegow to set when I step through the dows and annen, Tom back! Stepping into an uncharacteristically quiet hee small ir be in my hands, there is an eerie stillness in the atmosphere, Sportcenter hurt on. That’s wrint Thomonie? (called out.

I

But I smell him before he answers me. My eyes dart up toward the stairs just as he is coming drown

“Hey baby,” he says, a strange light in his silver plated ages.

“What’s wrong? I can feel it. Somethings happened and the wary look on fomnie’s face confirms my suspicions.

He sides up to me, his gaze scanning over my face lovingly as actually caught something? he snickers.

kes the ice boot from my hands and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “You

I glare. Shoving him in the chest as he taunters anxay from me and into the kitchen. “I told you I I know how to fink, Probably even better

than you canu”

He grins devilishly as he begins unpacking the filets in the ice box and begins to preheat a pan over the stove. “Except, that I can literally dive into the ocean and catch them with my hands.”

“I wlly fucking doubt it, I snort, coming to stand at the opposite end of the island and watch him cook,

He’s quiet while he works and his face remains slightly pinched with worry as he goes about the motions. The longer I stare at him, the more I begin to realize that he’s hardly looked at me since I walked in. Sure, be greeted me. Gave me a little bullshit kiss too. But he is absolutely not engaged.

Alpha

answered

turns his back to

wrong?

shirt. He sighs heavily, throwing butter and spices into the pan to roast before turning

and back, gesturing toward the dining table. “Something

“You ordered

baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you just got. But no. It’s

recognize it. It’s

I recognize it?” I ask.

is solemn as he says carefully, “It’s a fancy gold locket.

spin around to face the table and finally see it. An intricately carved wooden box in

table.

box, I hear Domonics say, “I believe, the pictures

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the box. Who would possibly have a locket with hand my mother

I reach for the box. The moment I touch

my eyes. Incomplete and fragmented. A huge hand reaching down for

the box. The scent is stronger now, but I push back at the forgotten memories trying to be

there is no card inside, nor any other clue as to who sent this. Litting the necklace out gently, I

familiar. The child in the picture looks exactly as I did when I was that small. But I can’t be entirely sure, because my mother

the p

a loop. The woman in the photo looks almost identical to me. In fact, if I didn’t know better, e. However, there are some slight differences. Like her hair for instance. Mine

as to where mine is

The photo on the left,” I say, glancing back into

not of my

He sturtles. “Whath

think and I see my mother standing next to the giant man. My mother is yelling at him as he walks away from her and toward me. He reaches down lifts me up… tosses me in the I cant make out his face… he places me back on the ground and twirls like a ballerina to make my pretty dress spin… I reach for him again and that’s when I hear the crying… my crying. I chase him, losing my

open my eyes and find Domonic holding me. It takes a minute before I realize that I must have been crying.