Orion

Thirty-Four. Realizations

"Darling, feel better, love. Feel better love."
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There was one thing that Mahogany Raquel Harlowe constantly found herself in trouble for doing since she was a little girl. Unlike some other children she grew up with- especially Uly- Mo never learned her lesson.

To that day, that lessons hadn't been learned.

Well, Mo kind of learned her lessons... but she never actually applied said lesson once it was learned, which would have kept her out of a lot of trouble growing up.

When Orion decided to accept his mate's invitation to come over for dinner a few minutes ago, Mo was assuming that she'd been found out, and was about to be torn a new one, but thank God he was only still agitated with her about her asking how many women that he'd been with. If he had known what she'd done, he wouldn't have jogged through her yard, then walked to where Mo was standing in the entrance to the house without a word. He would have been yelling at her as soon as he was within ear shot.

Watching her mate approach her in the front yard, dread started to sliver down her spine, cool like someone injected dry ice just at the nape of her neck. His face was taut, she could see that, but when he didn't open his mouth and go crazy like he had when she'd found his father's burial ground, Mo had to hide the shock that was bound to have taken over her face. The relief that flowed through her was almost orgasmic.

She'd snooped. And she'd snooped hard.

That morning, after her extremely vexed mate left to go train with Adriel and Gianni, Mo got out of bed to make herself breakfast. She'd exited her bedroom and paused in the loft as her eyes locked on the thin, silver laptop sitting on the coffee table.

When she saw it, Mahogany just couldn't help herself, even knowing that if she was found out, she'd be at fault and deserve all of the wrath that the murderous and quick to anger alpha that was her mate would rain down upon her. It would probably be worse than when he found her in that clearing.

His laptop was practically calling her name.

Mo could learn so much about him if she just opened that damned computer, and though she was about to actively cross a very obvious and important boundary, she knew that she'd have to control herself and be smart, only look at something that she wouldn't get into too much trouble for looking into.

But what exactly was too much trouble? She didn't care to ponder that.

Hoggie had only paused for a moment after opening his laptop, thinking, If he finds out, he might just kill me.

Just like it did every other time that she snooped, the thought only worried her for about twenty seconds at most. Mo always had a problem gauging the repercussions of her actions until she was dealing with the consequences of said consequences. They were usually negative.

But, she was hardheaded and she was nosy. The two characteristics were not a good mix of comorbid traits to possess.

That had never stopped her in the past and it wasn't going to stop her now.

So, after sitting down on the couch in the loft, Mo didn't give herself time to have second thoughts.

When she opened the sleek laptop, and woke it from hibernation, the screen lit up, just a plain, dark blue background with a profile avatar in the center. There was no picture, which didn't surprise Mahogany for some reason. She frowned at the instruction to enter a PIN number.

"Shit."

She didn't know his birthday.

She didn't know the pack identification number. He'll, she couldn't even remember his house number.