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.”

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“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

mate. To me.” He says turning back to me. “I’m Alpha Phillip.

nice to

Jara’s face before turning to

for you and Jara to see each other as often as you’d like. You

wrapped around Hana. “We’re brothers now, after all. Come in.

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

because we scheduled Hana’s Luna

sure. I can make up another room, or you can stay in your old room.” Jara’s mother says

to look around the space. It’s homey. There really isn’t another word for it. My packhouse is stark, bare, almost no female touches. This

me. “My old

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 right next to her

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 arm around

let us get settled and we’ll

can’t wait to get to know you better, Alpha Mason.” She says to

before her mate pulls her from the room, closing the door behind

this about, Alpha?”

smells like you, Jara. I can’t help that I love your scent.” She gets a mischievous

should take care

warning, but it comes out

jeans and pulling them down, before pulling my boxer briefs down, letting my d*ic*k escape

her lips. My d*ic*k twitches in her and

are

her tongue over the tip of my