MasukMASON“So, what are you to Mason again?”Benny's been interrogating Aurora for the past ten minutes while my dad's locked with Aaron in the study room. Neither of the two predicaments is making me the slightest bit comfortable. “We're… dating” she looks back at me, then returns her gaze to Benny. “He's my boyfriend.”“Boyfriend, really?” Benny glances in my direction with suspecting eyes but I evade his gaze before our eyes meet. “He's never mentioned you before.”“Well that's because he only recently asked me out really.”“Could you stop bothering her and focus on whatevers going on in that room?” I finally speak up, but still refuses to look him in the eyes. My attention’s still at the locked door of the study room.“Your father's not gonna kill him in there.”“Well I'm more worried that it's gonna be the other way around” I bite back.“You never mentioned you had a brother… babe” my eyes sift back to Aurora, and the far from pretty expression stretched across her face. “Keeping se
All of them.Every last one of them, he beats to a pulp without a single care. One man decimated over forty trained warrior Lycans. Aaron hasn't changed one bit.“Mnn, that's the stuff” he moans, basking in the setting sun as blood runs down his face. Not a single drop belongs to him. “I definitely needed to get that out of my system” he chuckles, walking towards us like a zombie possessed. “Now that we've gotten rid of the side characters, can we finally talk… Alphas!”“You bastard!” Joshua walks up from behind me, and I can tell he's pissed from the way he's clenching his fists. Regardless, it wouldn't be smart to take this course of action. “I see you're still in good shape, Joshy. Apart from the missing right eye, that is. You’re definitely gonna give me a run for my money this round two.”“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” The Alpha of the Hunter Pack rushes.Not a single one of us bother to hold him back. Unsurprisingly, we all know how it'll end. /BAAM/Aaron uses his size against
MASON For some reason, I'd thought only the Alphas of Namora would be attending this meeting. Annual meetups like this usually take place in the study room, and for a pack as big as the Blue Roses, I was already prepared to bathe in the luxury and splendor of Felix's perfectly designed manor. The last thing I expected, was to see so many people gathered at his combat ground. “Is this some wedding after-party?” Aurora murmurs as I find a space to park. “I doubt it. Those guys aren't Blue Roses” I say underneath my breath, recognizing the toxic scent of members of the Thunder Pack.Five packs in total make up the Namora Clan.The Blue Roses, the largest in size and combat strength, have been at the top of the feeding chain for almost a decade now. The IronClaws are close seconds, only because my father decided to retire his claws and water down his old days of combat without choosing a new leader to take the helms. At full strength, I doubt they stand a chance against us.“Isn't that
AURORAI lift my gaze from the document in front of me and our eyes meet for what should've been a fleeting second. But he doesn't look away. His arms are crossed in front of him as he leans back against his bedroom door with a concerned look stretched across his face.“What?” I smile to myself. “Are you that surprised that I signed without going through it?”“Not necessarily. I've already signed it myself, have I not?” he leans off. “I’m more concerned about the sudden change of heart. Why?” He tilts his head. An uncomfortable bout of silence lingers between us before I decide to let the cat out the bag.“Ever heard of what happens the night after a wedding, Alpha Mason?” I rise from the chair beside his study table. “Huh?”“The honeymoon night. The most intimate period of time between a husband and his wife” I take a step in his direction. “They culminate their love with scenes of frantic romance and energetic lust, feeding on each other's bodies like they'd waited their entire
MASON“Mason, the meeting at Blue Rose grounds is in a couple minutes. You're not still in your robe, are you?” I hear from across the hallway. Dear God. Can't Benny be late for once in his life? I haven't even gotten a wink of sleep.“Can’t you go in my place? I'm tired.”“Funny joke. Get off your ass young man” he tugs open the door and sees me staring at the roof of my room. “You wouldn't be so tired, if you didn't creep back home by five in the morning.”“Of course you knew.”“Next time try tiptoeing, and not stumbling into every chair downstairs?” He folds his arms in front of his chest. “Go take a shower and get dressed for the Blue Roses. I don't want to have to come up here again.”Tsk.“Oh, and by the way, your brother—”“I don't want to hear about it” I murmur before he can spoil my already tainted mood.“I thought you'd—”“I don't want to hear about it Benny.”“Well I do” the familiar voice slithers into my room, and I sigh in defeat. “Fucking kill me already.”“Good Morn
CURRENT TIMEAURORASo he wasn't bluffing when he said he knew a place. A property on another Pack's grounds at that. How is that even possible?“Make yourself at home. If the alcohol comes back up, try not to puke on the tiles” He tosses the keys onto the granite countertop, and the metallic jingle echoes through the cavernous space. The high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, and sleek, modern furnishings all blend together to create an atmosphere of understated luxury. Imposing yet oddly intricate. Almost like… well, Him!His footsteps tattle against the polished marble floor as he makes his way to kitchen. “I know it's late, but would you like a beer? I'm pretty sure that drunk stashed some somewhere in this place the last time he was here. Alcohol doesn't expire, does it?” His voice fades into the background as he rummages through the kitchen.I know I'm way passed overanalyzing all this, but this man is so… I don't even know what to call it.First, he hands me pretty much the