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.

Maybe Koda betrayed Emily and phoned the Big Bad Alpha about the stowaway on the

never answered my question,

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

wrong?

back muscles tense, I can see their glorious grooves through his shirt. He sighs heavily, throwing butter and spices into

and back, gesturing toward the dining table.

“You

“No baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you

recognize it. It’s right there on the table

ask. “What the

carefully, “It’s a fancy gold locket. With

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

table.

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

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back around 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

moment I touch it, I feel something

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

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

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

But I can’t be entirely sure, because my mother never kapt many pictures and the few that

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 hair for instance. Mine is straight and hers is

where mine is more heart–shaped. But one thing

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

of my

He sturtles. “Whath

see my mother standing next to the giant man. My mother is yelling at him as he walks away

and find Domonic holding me. It takes a minute before I