Question of chapter: What is your favorite candy?

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"Whoa there! Where is the fire?" someone asked, grabbing me. The person picked me up so that my legs were off the ground, and I was running as if I on thin air.

I huffed and looked up to see one of Jack holding me. I scowled at the smirk on his face and stopped trying to run from him. "Garrett is about to have a fire up his butt," I muttered, turning my scowl to Garrett who was leaning up against a wall, smirking.

Jack snorted, used to our behavior. "What happened this time?"

"Garrett says I'm not his type," I said with a mock pout while I looked at our Alpha and friend. "That means I'm not hot."

"Oh, believe me," Garrett said. "You are hot. I just don't want to get punched in the throat again." He rubbed his throat where I had punched him before, grimacing. "Besides, it sounds weird to give my sister that comment."

"And it is weird to even think about it," Jack agreed. "You are like our younger sister."

"Not Garrett's," I complained. "I am older than him."

"Ya, like by a day," he replied. "I'm taller."

"I'm faster."

"I'm beautifuler."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "You look like a potato," I replied. "Speaking of food..." I looked up Jack from where I was still hanging in his arms. "Can I get food? I am hungry."

Jack shook his head and smirked. "You and Cel," he teased. "You both are always hungry."

I shrugged my shoulder. "We are growing people," I replied. "We love our food."

Jack snorted and placed me down. "Your aunt said not to worry about the food or the dishes. She expects you to be up early tomorrow and cook breakfast." He frowned and had this contemplating look on his face. "That means you can't train anyone."

"Dang it," I said, pouting. I started to walk towards the dining room, followed by Garrett and Jack. "I really wanted to kick people's asses."

"It is bottom, Sam Avery," the familiar voice of my aunt said. "It is not ass. That word is a bad word."

I turned to look at my aunt and uncle to see that both of them were looking as if they had been doing the nasty. An innocent grin appeared on my face while I wiggled my eyebrows, causing Aunt Cala to look away blushing. "But, Aunt Cala," I said innocently, causing Uncle Ryker to laugh underneath his breath. "Uncle Ryker says those words all the time."

Aunt Cala turned her gaze to Uncle Ryker, who looked like a deer in the headlights. "You say those words?" she asked in a warning tone.

"Ummm... you do as well?" Uncle Ryker asked, innocently.

'We might want to back away, slowly,' I said, backing up. 'Aunt Cala is going to blow up.' I bit back my laughter when I saw my uncle look as if he was about to piss his pants.

'Does this happen a lot?' Jack asked, slowly moving away from them and coming my way.

'Pretty much,' I replied, watching as Garrett slink away from them. 'The pack knows that they are a united front, but they like to argue a lot.'

"What do you mean that I do as well?" Aunt Cala screeched, making me close my eardrums because of how loud she screeched. "Are you saying that I'm a fucking cusser?"

'Run,' I linked both of them before sprinting down to the dining room with both on my heels. As soon as we were out of earshot, the three of us busted out laughing and made our way into the dining hall that way.

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People looked at us strangely when we walked in because we were laughing so hard. Whispers sprung up from the people around me, and I could tell that there were many scowling looks at me.

I took a deep breath, my whole body tensing while I made my way to the buffett, hating all eyes that were on me.

"There is your Sissy," someone cooed, plopping a baby into my arms. "Say hi, Felicity."

I looked at the baby in my arms and smiled when she grinned. "Hi, baby," I cooed, causing her to giggle. I looked up to see that it was Cel who placed the baby in my arms. "Why are you with the baby?" I asked, moving Felicity to my side.

Cel shrugged her shoulder and started to get food for me, knowing what I liked. "Your aunt had to do something," she replied. "I think she was doing the deed with your uncle."

I snorted and nodded my head. "They looked a bit ruffled," I replied.

"And Luna Cala started to yell at Alpha Ryker, " Jack said, getting his food. He grinned. "I think Luna Cala runs the pack."

I shook my head. "Uncle Ryker runs the pack," I said. "Aunt Cala runs the household. If someone wants to change something with the house or the room, then they have to go through her."

"So, is that why that room beside yours is so small?" Cel asked. "Was it a closet?"

I nodded and started to walk towards the rest of my group after Cel was finished with my food. "I think it was. That's a question you should ask Aunt Cala that." I sat down with Jack on one side and Garrett on the other. Cel sat in front of me with Robbie next to her. "'Ello, Robbie," I said, earning a scowl from the Beta.

"You need to stop doing that," he said with a grunt. "Everyone else will probably start calling me that."

"From the visiting pack... Robbie," Garrett said with a smirk. He cleared his throat, looking a bit sheepish. "I'm... uh... sorry about... ya."

Robbie shrugged of his apology. "Don't be," he replied. "I'd probably attack a random person if I think that they are going to attack someone I care about. I don't know what stories you have heard about me, but I hope that you all know that I did not nor will never hurt her."

"We don't really know much about what had happened here," Kirk said, joining into our conversation. "Sam is quiet about it."

I ducked my head and started to eat my food. I could feel their gaze on me, causing my face to turn a bit red. I didn't like people worrying about past, because it was in the past. The only person I had told was my grandmother, or Grams as she preferred to be called.

"So, what are we talking about?" someone asked, sitting down at our table. "And why the long faces?"

I looked up to see Derek sitting with us with his "mate?" next to him, sitting down. A small frown scowl on my face, because she was one of my greatest tormentors along with her sister, Amanda. "We're discussing if Robbie-"

"-Trent," Robbie interrupted.

"-Robbie could hang out with the group," I replied. "Seeing as he is weird and Cel's mate, then I guess so."

Derek snickered and looked at Robbie. "Good luck," he said. "With a mate like her, then you need it."

Cel and I threw pieces of our food at him. "Shut up," we chorused, causing the people at the table to snicker.

"Are you sure that you two aren't twins?" Derek pouted. "That was fu-"

"Language, there is a baby at the table," I interrupted with a glare. "And, I'm not talking about Cel."

"Shut up," Cel said, glaring at me.

"What baby?" he moved to see the baby on my lap and looked up at me. There was shock and a bit of fury in his eyes. "Who's the father?" he asked, his voice hard. "Who touched you?"

"That's my child," Uncle Ryker said, coming towards us. "Her mama wants her back." He looked more ruffled than ever, causing me to bite my lip to stop from laughing.

"Working on child number three?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Uncle Ryker cleared his throat and took his child from me. "Not right now," he said. "But if we were working on another child, it'd be child number four." He winked at me before turning and walked away, leaving me feeling a bit grossed out.

"I think I'm going to puke now," I said. "I don't need the image of them making love in my brain."  

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Answer to question of chapter: I love chocolate, except for Heath bars. I also like sweethearts, skittles, and more. I like Red Vines too. xD