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.

Big Bad Alpha about the stowaway on the yacht, and then swore him to secrecy. Or…

never answered my question,

to the side as he turns his back to me to grab some spices. “You never answered my question. What’s

wrong?

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

dining

“You

head, his face serious. “No baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you just got. But no. It’s not

look and see if you recognize it.

I ask. “What the hell

“It’s a fancy gold locket.

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

table.

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

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expression before I turn back toward the box. Who would possibly have a locket with hand my mother in it? No one except maybe… No, it

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

me. I nearly shudder as images flash behind my eyes. Incomplete and fragmented.

stronger now, but I push back at the forgotten memories trying to

obviously expensive. But there is no card inside, nor any other clue

as Domonic said. The one 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 was sent to me… so it must be me.

the p

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 hers is super curly.

mine is more

confused and face Demonic’s clouded eyes. The photo on the left,”

not of my

He sturtles. “Whath

the images to come. Light flashes behind my eyes as I work to remember the balloon. For some 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

me. It takes a minute before