The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

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The Pack Rute Number 1 No Mates

Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Eight

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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

never answered my question,

I coo, tilting my head to the side as he turns his back to me to grab some spices.

wrong?

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

tilts his head up and back, gesturing toward the dining table. “Something came in the mail for

“You ordered something

serious. “No baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see

recognize it. It’s right there on the

recognize it?” I ask. “What

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

I spin around to face the table and finally see it. An

table.

“I believe, the pictures

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to study his worried expression before I turn back toward the box. Who would possibly have a locket with hand my mother in it? No one

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

I nearly shudder as images flash behind my eyes. Incomplete

but I push back at the forgotten memories trying to

is oval shaped and obviously expensive. But there is no card inside, nor any other clue as to who sent this. Litting the necklace out gently, I open 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

the p

that 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

rounder as to where mine is more heart–shaped. But one thing is for sure…

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

of

He sturtles. “Whath

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 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 balloon… I watch it float away absently and it distracts me just long enough for the man to disappear. The next face I see is my mother’s as she glares down at me and yells, dragging me away as I

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