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

idea what this means to my mate. To me.” He says turning back to me. “I’m Alpha Phillip. I’m

nice to meet

on Jara’s face before turning

my intention is for you and Jara to see each other as often as you’d like. You are welcome

arm wrapped around Hana. “We’re brothers now,

are.” Jara tells him, wrapping her arm around her

because we scheduled Hana’s Luna ceremony for tonight so

were coming, but I wasn’t sure. I can make up another room, or you can stay in your old room.”

packhouse is stark, bare, almost no female touches. This space feels warm and welcoming. I hope that Jara can make our packhouse feel

turns and looks at me.

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

in front of me. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me, her back to my front. I

settled and we’ll

says, kissing Jara on the cheek. “And I can’t

call me Mason.” She touches my cheek with her hand before her mate pulls

“What’s this about,

help that I love your scent.” She gets a mischievous smile on her face,

should take care

to be a warning, but it

just smiles at me, undoing my jeans and pulling them down, before pulling my boxer briefs down, letting my d*ic*k escape its

me as she looks up at me, licking her lips. My d*ic*k twitches in her and she smiles before her mouth

mate, are an

slides her tongue over the tip of my c*oc*k. “Is that a