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.

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

answered

turns his back to me to grab

wrong?

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

toward the dining table. “Something came in the

flinch, then smile. “You ordered something

Although I will now that

look and see if you recognize it. It’s right there on

it?” I ask. “What

says carefully, “It’s a fancy gold

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

table.

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

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Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Eight

back toward the box. Who would possibly have a locket with

I touch it, I feel

a lingering 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

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

nor any other clue as

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

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

clouded eyes. The photo

of

He sturtles. “Whath

bring it to my nose and take a deep whitt. The scent inside seems to spiral around me and I close my eyes to allow 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 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

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