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.

Big Bad Alpha about the stowaway on the yacht, and

never answered my question,

as he turns his back to me to grab some spices. “You never answered my

wrong?

back muscles tense, I can see their glorious grooves through his shirt. He sighs heavily,

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

then smile. “You

did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you just got. But no.

a look and see if you recognize it. It’s

I ask. “What

solemn as he says carefully, “It’s a fancy gold locket. With two pictures inside.”

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

table.

hear Domonics say, “I believe, the pictures are of you

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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 except

The moment I touch it, I feel something strange move through me.

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 out his features, A balloon

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

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

the p

looks almost identical to me. In fact, if I didn’t know better, e. However, there are some slight differences. Like her hair for

is slightly rounder as to where mine is more heart–shaped. But

confused and face Demonic’s clouded eyes. The photo on the left,” I say, glancing back into the

not of my

He sturtles. “Whath

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

Domonic holding me. It takes a minute before I