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| looked at Asher nervously as he lowered himself to the ground, my sister within his arms, my whole body
trembling at her words... her fated mate was here? Is that what she was telling me? That had to be what she had
meant... that was what mate meant, wasn't it? But how could that have happened? My mind whirled at the
possibilities...
"Is she okay?" | asked Asher, resting my hand upon his shoulder, and he nodded. | was unsure why she would
have passed out...
"| think she is just in shock." He told me, his voice sounded calm, so he evidently wasn't as shaken by this as |
was. Though this was not his younger sister. "But if she had chere to escape heartache and then found her
fated mate it is a shock, | bet!" he chuckled lowly. "And you can't say she didn't look terrified as she rushed
over."
| nodded. He was definitely right about that. She looked petrified. But, of this was her fated mate, why would she
be so scared? You are meant to be excited, aren't you? Overcwith the need to be with them? So, running
away from her fated mate seemed such a strange choice. But, Asher was likely not wrong. Morgan had come
here to recover from a broken heart. Recover from all the heartache and stresses of the situation back at home,
and now this has just happened? Could this be all too much too soon for her? | guess it could be... but who was
this mate of hers? | imagine there would be so many pack members in there right now, it would be hard to
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Suddenly, the doors of the dining hall flung open and Marc cdashing out, looking panicked... scared... and,
in all honesty, in sserious shock. His eyes were darting up and down the corridor as if in search of someone,
before they locked upon mine. He smiled briefly, but not in the scheerful and friendly way he usually had for
me. He was more than a little distracted, it seemed, as his eyes continued to dart...
Not taking long for them to fall upon my sister in Asher's arms, and his face tightened in anger, and it was then
that | realized...
Marc ran down the corridor, a deep growl sneaking from his mouth, takingby surprise, and causing Asher to
twist his head to see where the noise had cfrom. "Is she okay?" Marc snarled, as he dropped to the floor
alongside Asher.
| looked at him in shock. My mind was trying to process everything. Marc was my sister's fated mate? The man
Asher had warnedaway from?! "You?" | muttered.
Both Asher and Marc looked up atin surprise. Then Asher looked at Marc, a grin appearing upon his face. "No
shit."
Marc scowled. "Yes. And | would kind of like to know why she ran away. Why she is now passed out, and what the
hell is going on!" he snarled once
more.
"Let us go to my office. At least there you don't have half the pack watching. Mindlink your Mum Marc, tell her
Bailey may be late for work, explain her sister had passed out." Asher told Marc, as he began to stand up.
Marc was already on his feet. "Lettake her." He urged, leaning down to gently swoop Morgan from Asher's
arms. | was still standing, in shock at everything that had just happened. | could not believe that my sister had
chere to visit me, to escape the hurt and upset she had been experiencing in our pack, only to find her
fated mate here...
"Marc..." | whispered, as we began walking toward Asher's office. "I know you are likely excited to find your fated
mate, but please be careful... she is scared of being hurt." | told him, and he turned to look at me, his eyes
darkened.
"Someone has hurt her?" he growled, his voice an octave or two deeper this time, tellinghis wolf was
present, and far from happy with that thought...
"Let her explain. | am just asking you to be good to her, as her sister, please." | looked at him, tears filling my
eyes, desperate for my sister not to be hurt again.
Marc looked at me, and his face softened this time. "Hey, con, | am not that bad of a guy, am 1?" he nudged
"He is a good guy, Bailey." Asher's hand softly touched my lower back, and | noticed Marc's brow raise slightly at
the action. The familiarity there likely threw him...
Asher unlocked his office door, just
as there was a scream from Marc's arms, | heard a thud, makingturn to look across at them, and saw S
Morgan jump up, slipping herself from his arms, as Marc reached up for his face.
“Ooph.” He mumbled. "That is a hell of a way to greet your fated mate, my love." He chuckled.
Morgan spun to look at him, her
eyes wide in shock. | could see her chest rising up and down rapidly, as she took in the scene in front of her. "Oh
my god! | am so sorry!" she gasped, rushing toward him You scared me."
Marc chuckled. "Am | that ugly?"
Morgan blushed, and Asher looked atwith a smile. "I am glad | wasn't holding her now." He whispered.
"Thanks Ash." Marc glanced at us.
“Well, it will be a tale for your grandkids. When | met your Grandma she thought | was so ugly, she gavea
black eye!" Asher said with a laugh, makinglaugh, and Marc simply stuck his middle finger up at Asher.
"I never said he was ugly." Morgan muttered, and then her cheeks flushed as she realized what she was saying.
Marc chuckled. "Now that | am glad
to hear." He softly placed a kiss upon the top of Morgan's head, and my heart softened for the two of them. My
sister had found her fated mate! And, looking at the expression upon her face, she looked a little bit smitten...
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