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.

Emily and phoned the Big Bad Alpha about the stowaway on the

answered my

his back

wrong?

shirt. He sighs heavily,

toward the dining table. “Something came in the mail for

“You

now that I see how

see if you recognize it. It’s right

I ask. “What

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

around to face the table and finally

table.

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

for the box. The moment I touch it, I feel something

nostalgia over me. I nearly shudder as images flash behind my eyes. Incomplete and fragmented. A huge hand reaching

is stronger now, but I push back at the forgotten memories

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

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

the p

in the photo looks almost identical to me. In fact, if I didn’t know better, e. However, there are

face is slightly rounder as to where mine is more

The photo on the left,”

not of my

He sturtles. “Whath

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

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