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.

say, shaking his

to my mate. To me.” He says turning back

sir. It’s nice

pulls away, putting her hands on Jara’s face

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

pack house with his arm wrapped around Hana. “We’re brothers now, after all. Come in. We

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

hoping you would because we scheduled Hana’s Luna ceremony

I wasn’t sure. I can make up another room, or you can stay in your old room.” Jara’s

a moment 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 space feels warm and welcoming. I

me. “My old

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

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 her shoulders, pulling her against me, her back to my front. I swear I hear

don’t you let us get settled and we’ll come down and join

sounds wonderful, honey.” She says, kissing Jara on the cheek. “And I can’t wait to get to know you

Mason.” She touches my cheek with her hand before her mate pulls her from the room,

this about, Alpha?” She asks, her hand gripping

I can’t help that I love your scent.” She gets a mischievous smile on her

care of that.

was meant to be a warning, but it comes out

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

she looks up at me, licking her lips. My d*ic*k twitches in her and she smiles before her mouth turns into a pout. “I’m hungry,

are an

slowly slides her tongue over the tip of my