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Nothing will touch my mate.

CHAPTER 31

Emery

The closer we get to my parents’ home the more nervous I feel.

Maybe we should’ve stopped at Ashley’s place first?I tell Chance through our bond.

You said she hasn’t been there in weeks. She’s staying with your parents.I nod at his response. That is true. Part of me just wishes she was staying at the one-bedroom condo my parents bought for her near the university where she attends classes.

That way, at least, I could have a little bit of privacy with her while I tell her the truth about our lineage. Or find out if she already knows.

That’s probably why she hasn’t spoken to me much lately, and why she was so cagey when we did speak. She didn’t want our parents to overhear, out of fear of how they would react.

I look over at Chance.

While he keeps his eyes on the road, he reaches a hand over, taking my left hand in his. He brings the back of my palm to his lips, kissing it.

Not one word is spoken but my nerves settle, nonetheless. I can almost envision my wolf staring at Chance’s wolf with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The wolf vision of a smile.

While my nerves don’t completely subside, they do settle into the background. I’ll feel better once I get to talk to my sister, alone. I need to tell her the truth first.

My mind twists and turns, wondering how all of this will turn out. After minutes lost in my own thoughts, I peer out of the window to see Chance turn onto the long street that leads to my parents’ home.

A few minutes later, the trees lining the road open up showing off the three-story, sprawling estate that’s been in my father’s family for three generations. One would think a rush of fond memories would befall me as the home I grew up in comes into view.

That doesn’t happen, though.

A sense of dread swells in the pit of my stomach.

“That’s Ashley’s car.” I point to the light-blue sports car out front. It was a gift for her high school graduation. One that she actually had repainted that color. The original was black because my father said black was better suited for her.

However, Ashley never liked the color. She said it was too plain.

That memory actually brings a smile to my face. My sister is anything but plain. Suddenly, the need to wrap my arms around her overcomes me.

She’s here,I tell Chance as he pulls into the driveway of the metal gate that’s open. I frown as we pass through because the doors are rarely open.

But maybe my parents were expecting us. I told my mother we would arrive sometime before dinner.

It’s nearing five thirty and dinner is served promptly at six.

Excited to get my first glimpse of my sister in months, I hop out of Chance’s truck without waiting for him to open the door for me. I ignore the stern look he gives me.

We’re at my parents’ house.I remind him. It’s not like we’re in any danger here.

His scolding look remains, even as he takes my hand in his. Ordinarily, I would feel uncomfortable with my hand in another man’s at my parents’ house, but something has shifted inside of me. He’s not just another man.

Chance is my mate.

I let out a small chuckle as my wolf yips inside of me at this thought.

Chance lifts an eyebrow as he looks at me.

I shake my head as we head up the cobble-stone walkway toward the ivory-painted double doors. The windows on either side allow me to see someone move from the living room area toward the doors.

I ring the bell, anyway.

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