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 stowaway on the yacht, and then swore him to secrecy.

never answered

back to me

wrong?

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

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

smile. “You ordered something for me?”

shakes his head, his face serious. “No baby. I did not. Although I will now that I see how happy you just got. But no. It’s

a look and see if you recognize it.

I recognize it?” I ask. “What the hell is

carefully, “It’s a fancy gold

the table and finally see it. An intricately carved wooden box in the

table.

believe,

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Chapter One Hundred–Thirty–Eight

box. Who would possibly have a locket with hand my

moment I touch it,

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 down for me, a giant shadow man with the sun bleaching out his features, A balloon that escapes little hands as the man

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

nor any other clue as to who sent this. Litting the necklace out gently, I open

just as 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 at were still somewhere in Florida. But it was sent to

the p

if I didn’t know better, e. However, there are some slight differences. Like her hair for instance. Mine

where mine is more heart–shaped. But one thing is for

photo

not of

He sturtles. “Whath

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 crying. I chase him, losing my balloon… I watch it float away absently and it distracts me just long enough for the man

my eyes and find Domonic holding me. It takes a minute