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.

he be angry? Maybe Koda betrayed Emily and phoned the Big Bad Alpha about the stowaway on the yacht, and

answered my question,

head to the side as he turns his back to me to grab some spices.

wrong?

see their glorious grooves through his shirt. He sighs heavily, throwing butter and spices into the pan to roast

his head up and back, gesturing toward the dining table. “Something

flinch, then smile. “You ordered something for me?”

serious. “No baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you just got. But

and see if you recognize it.

ask. “What the hell

face is solemn as he says carefully, “It’s a

Pictures of who?” I spin around to face the table and finally see it. An

table.

the box, I hear Domonics say, “I believe, the pictures are of you and your mother.”

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Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Eight

possibly have a locket with hand my mother in it? No one except maybe… No,

breath, I reach for the box. The moment I touch it, I feel something strange

scent. A scent, that for some reason, brings a wawe of nostalgia over me. I nearly shudder as images flash behind my eyes. Incomplete and fragmented. A huge hand reaching down for me, a giant shadow man with the sun bleaching out his features,

The scent is stronger now, but I push back at the

oval shaped and obviously expensive. But there is no card inside, nor any other clue as to

on the right does look 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 never kapt many pictures and the few that I ever got a look at were still somewhere in Florida. But it

the p

throws me for 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 is straight and

slightly rounder as to where mine is more heart–shaped. But one thing

confused and face Demonic’s clouded eyes. The photo on the left,” I say, glancing back into the locket.

of

He sturtles. “Whath

reason I’ve always hated balloons, and never really did understand why. But now, I reach for it, breathing in the scent again to help me trigger it. I hear laughter… my laughter I 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

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