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.

Alpha about the

never answered

I coo, tilting my head to the side as he turns his back to me to grab some spices. “You never

wrong?

sighs heavily, throwing butter and spices into the pan to

dining table. “Something came

smile. “You ordered something for

now that I see how happy

look and see if you recognize it.

ask.

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

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

table.

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

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his worried 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 muldn’t be. It would be. But if not? Then who else?

box. The moment I

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

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

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

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

the p

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.

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

Demonic’s clouded eyes. The photo on

not of my

He sturtles. “Whath

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

It takes a minute before I realize that