Felicity

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Don't panic or skip! I just have an announcement, a  few Q&A things to answer and the chapter!

One:  Announcement! I plan on having this book go up to about 30 or so parts, maybe less. I might write a part 2 within the book, so keep an  eye out for that announcement.

Two: Q&A!  Many of you wonderful people have been questioning if I have more books  planned and what fandoms I'm apart of. I'm basically in any fandom I've  watched and liked. From Gravity Falls to Miraculous Ladybug. I watch  anime, cartoons and the occasional sitcom. So if you want me to join a  fandom, just drop a suggestion on my page or even private message me.  I'll try my best to check out all of your suggestions and make a book  dedicated to the suggester. It's a good way to gain followers, if I do  say so myself.

Three: Boom, Part 20.

Keith

"This is Lancito when he was just 5 years old. He love the beach and that guitar of his. He would go around strumming random strings until he had a full song. It was the cutest thing in the world." Camilla spoke as she flipped through the photo album.

Dinner was over two hours ago and after a quick game of Uno, we were all gathered around the couch; his uncles, aunts and cousins all gathered as well as his immediate family crowding me.

"We actually expected him to be a beta like the rest of his brothers. Alphas are rare to have in our family. We've actually been looking for someone to take over our family business and we were going to train him to take it over, but Luis promised he'd try his hardest." She explained, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ears.

"Where is that guitar anyways? I've been looking for it and I haven't found it. Grandpa gave it to me for my first birthday, knowing that I'd be the musical person." Lance chips in from the stairs as his twin points at the closet.

"In the box in the closet. We made sure to put it somewhere safe for you." Rachel smiles before Lance gives her nod before rushing over to the closet. "You're welcome!"

"Keith, come walk with me?" Lance ignores Rachel as he offers me a hand as I look at his mom and aunt, who I've been stuck in between for a good hour after the men in his family challenged me to arm wrestling matches.

"Uh, sure." I place my hand in his as he helps me stand, the guitar strap around his neck before he walks me to the kitchen and the back door. "What about shoes?"

"We're going somewhere where shoes aren't needed." He smirks his annoying teethy grin before dragging me through the door. The grass from his backyard tickling my feet with each step. His light brown ears flicker as we listen to the crickets chirp in the distance with each small step. "What are you afraid of?"

"Huh?" I tilt my head in confusion as he speaks, us getting further from his house; it being on the horizon with how fast he's walking. I just noticed how deep into the forest we've walked. "What do you mean?"

"What are your fears? I mean I know you have insecurities, we're similar in that way. I want to know if you're scared of anything else. The dark, ghosts, what?" He asks again as I flush red before turning away from him.

"I... thunderstorms." I whisper as he raises an eyebrow, turning to look at me; poking my cheek.

"What was that, almighty omega?" He teases as I swat his hand away before grabbing it.

"Thunderstorms. I didn't have much friends in the orphanage and whenever there were thunderstorms, the other kids would cuddle in piles since they were all close and I was fairly new. James would sit with me in my room, but we'd never talk; he'd just subconsciously enter my room whenever the weather showed there was a storm and just stayed. We became best friends over time when I grew the balls to open my mouth and speak." I chuckled, thinking on the memory as Lance smiles.