The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)

Chapter 85

Mason

When we arrive at the borders of Seth’s pack, the warriors on patrol are happy to see Jara.

“Alpha Jara. We didn’t know if we’d see you again.”

Title of the document

“Hello, Jeffrey.”

I watch as Jeffrey looks from Jara to me. “I hope everything went well with the claiming.” He says, and I can tell he wants to know if she’s happy that I caught her.

“Very well, thank you.” She smiles up at him.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.” And based on the look of relief on his face, I believe he truly was concerned for Jara. She’s not his Alpha and she was most likely going to leave the pack, so his concern and dedication to her speaks volumes about how well she treats her pack members. Not that I’m surprised. Jara is an amazing and caring woman, which is just one more reason why I’m glad she’s mine.

We drive through a small town with houses on either side of the street and store fronts lining the road. When we get to the pack house, I can see why Jara was surprised that almost all my pack members live in the pack house. Their pack house looks like a large house, my pack house looks like a mansion.

When we step out of the car, an older version of Jara comes out of the packhouse. Her eyes go wide, and her hands go to her mouth.

“Hi Mom.” Jara says and walks straight to her mom, pulling her into a hug. I hear her mother’s sobs as her arms wrap around her daughter.

“You must be Alpha Mason.” A man that could be Seth’s older brother says, extending his hand.

I say, shaking his

have no idea what this means to my mate. To me.” He says turning back to me. “I’m

sir. It’s nice

mother finally pulls away, putting her hands on Jara’s face before turning to me. “Thank you.” She

to see each other as often as you’d like. You are welcome at our pack any time and

brothers now, after all. Come in. We have a room

arm around her mother’s shoulders, her mother’s

you would because we scheduled Hana’s Luna ceremony for tonight so you could

I wasn’t sure. I can make up another

another word for it. My packhouse is stark, bare, almost no female touches. This space feels

and looks at me. “My old

are brought in, and I follow Jara up to her room. When she opens the door, the scent of sweet cream floods my nose. The response in my jeans is extremely uncomfortable since I’m standing

into her room, Jara turns and I don’t know exactly what she sees on my face, but she looks down, smirking, before coming over, and putting herself in front of me. I wrap my

settled

kissing Jara on the cheek. “And I can’t wait to get

her hand before her mate pulls

this about, Alpha?”

that I love your scent.” She

take care

be a warning, but it comes out more as

just smiles at me, undoing my jeans and pulling them down, before

up at me, licking her lips. My d*ic*k twitches in

my mate, are an insatiable

tongue over the tip of my c*oc*k. “Is