A Mate For Dallas (Lone Star Pack 2)

More bad dreams

Dallas POV

The pack house was big, I was on my way to Klarc's room to check in on him.

While on my way there, I was passing my uncles office and I could here the moans and groans of 2 people in pleasure.

In didn't take a genius to know what he was doing, I can't believe that we just left the meeting and my uncle is getting his freak on.

The sounds got louder that
Were coming from this office, it was a little hard to hear my uncle behaving like this. But if he's happy I don't care.

Moving along swiftly I end up at Kalrc's door the second time in one day.

"Open up Klarc," I yell. The door is open and a girl from Martha's pack was standing there, she was one Martha's hunter wolves are something.

I gave her a look from head to toe, she was sweaty and smelled of sex, I was pissed.

I ask that little gigolo to do one thing for me and he doesn't do it. "Where is Klarc," I ask her.

"H-e w-ent to g-et something from the kitchen," she said, I could tell she was scared of me but I didn't care. "Thanks," I told her, then I went to look for that man whore.

I took the elevator and went to the second floor, entering the kitchen, I spot my cousin eating grapes as he observed his tablet.

He was complete oblivious to the fact that I'm in the kitchen. I was gonna give him a good scary then scolded him.

But before I could do that he says, "do you want one," Klarc says as he offers me a grapes.

Masking my present was one of the skills that I've master over the years, "how did he know that I was here," I thought.

Still surprise by him picking up on my presence made me unable to answer him about his offer of the grape, he then ate it after no reply from me.

"Did you master the skill of hearing or smelling," I had to ask him. "Non of those skills Cousin," he laugh and said

"Then how the fu* K did you know that I entered the kitchen," I say. "You guys should get with the times, the house is fully secured with a security system and cameras," he says.

I forgot this place had those thinks set up, Uncle TeX must have made him watch over the systems as our technician. So he saw ever move I made, I felt embarrassed.

"Wait does he know about Uncle TeX," I thought but I pushed it to the back of my mind because the truth will come out soon and that problem would be my uncles to handle.

"Did you find out anything about the person in the files, that I left with you," I ask him.

"Look for yourself," he says and hands me his tablet, looking on the screen there was no result found.

"You know I don't like playing game's," I said trying to see what ever he was trying to show me.

"God your stupid are what," he sheath and Shake's his head. "Say that again, I dare," I told him.

"No need for that, the reason your not seeing anything is because Lamar Spellman doesn't exist," he says.

"What do you mean, I've seen him, smell him or you calling me and Aunt Kathy fibbers," I reply.

"I'm not saying your mates not real, I'm saying that he is using a fake Identity," he says.

So Lamar isn't his real name, "why would he present a false self to us, I thought.

I must have said my thoughts out loud because Klarc says, "it might be that he's hiding from someone."

This new information just made me want to protect him more and shield him from everything.

There was still not enough information about him, I still had to play this smooth.

"Thanks," I said and left the kitchen, deciding against going home to a empty house, I stayed at the pack house.

Lamar's POV

"Stewart are you home," I call out as I enter the room, the apartment that Stewart and I rented was dark and quite.

Coming inside, I take off my coat and hang it on the rack, turning on the light.

I walked into the apartment, there was blood on the ground, following the blood as it leads me to in the middle of of our apartment.

What I saw shocked me, Gray was kneeling on the ground over Stewarts body.

His hand were painted red with blood, while blood drip from his lips. His blue eyes turn from me and back to his father on the ground.

Stewart was on the ground lifeless, I fell to my knees and screamed, "Ahh ah,"

"Huh huh," I got up breathing hard, with my shirt wet from perspiration.

Getting up from the bed I left my room and went to look at Gray, he was sleeping soundly in his bed.

I got one of the bottle waters I took from Waco's storage and put it to my head emptying the content.

"What was that dream about," I ask myself, it was the first time in months I dreamed about Stewart since he left Gray with me.

I don't know were he is, I just hope he's okay and safe.

Not wanting to sleep, I took a midnight walk, while walking I looked at the moon in the sky.

I remember how when I was little, it was the only light that would brighten my world.

My childhood was horrible and when Stewart ask me to take care of Gray in that moment, I made a blood oath to myself to give him a better childhood than mine. Even at the sacrifice of my own happiness.

Arthur's note

I wrote Dallas as an angry mess in this chapter. Dallas is a funny charming Texan in my mind, but remember he's got a lot to deal with.

His uncle is doing stuff without telling him.

Plus his mate is not beside him and is under his untrustworthy cousin roofs.

The guys stress he will go back to his sweat charms soon.

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