Ashlyn
Mason was my big spoon when I woke up the next morning. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night, but I’m happy to be snuggled up with him. If I didn’t have to pee, I would stay like this all day. I tried to unwrap Mason’s arms from around my waist, but he pulled me closer to his chest.
“Mason, I need to pee.” I giggled, and he lifted his arm off of me. I ran to the bathroom to do my business. When I entered the room again, I rested against the door frame, watching Mason. He had rolled onto his stomach, snuggled into his pillow.
My mind wandered to someone else seeing him like this, waking up beside him after making love all night. I couldn’t help but feel jealous of him showing anyone else affection. I know it’s irrational since we are literally staying in my ex’s pack, but I couldn’t help but feel possessive of him.
He’s a prince and I know a lot of women chased after him hoping to be Queen, but how many of them did he actually sleep with? We probably should have gotten to know each other better before jumping headfirst into this. I was deep in thought while rubbing his mark on my neck.
“What are you thinking about, Beautiful?” He asked me. He still had his eyes closed, lying on the bed. I hesitated before I asked him the question that had been bothering me.
“How many women have you been with?” I asked cautiously. He didn’t even move or open his eyes.
“One,” he answered, like it was no big deal.
“One?” I repeated, confused.
“Ashlyn, I’ve been with you.” He confirmed, patting the space beside him. I climbed into bed beside him and he pulled me into him, kissing my forehead.
“Just me?” I whispered to him while snuggling into him.
“Just you, baby.” He whispered back, and I couldn’t help but smile into his chest. I honestly couldn’t believe that he saved himself for his mate. But it made me so happy that both our first time was with each other. I’m glad I waited, and I’m glad that I could share this moment with the man that I love.
Mason let out a groan, and I knew he was probably getting a mindlink. He snuggled into my neck, kissing his mark. I let out a soft moan. The pleasure he could give me was intense, and I was instantly wet.
“The guys are ready to leave,” he grumbled.
“Well, I guess the quicker we get home, the quicker I get to ride you in our bed.” I told him with a smirk. He rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“We have time.” He groaned while thrusting into me. And I let out a moan, grabbing on to his biceps.
“Baby, you’re so wet.”
A few orgasms later and some great shower sex, we were finally almost ready to leave. I was just braiding my hair while Mason was packing up his bag. I was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, with a dark pink Henley shirt with a scooping neck line. Mason’s mark was on full display.
It was a crescent moon with a tiara and crown hanging from the bottom of the moon. It had Tundra’s name more under the Tierra and Thor more underneath the crown. The names were swooping up around the moon.
It was beautiful, but the mark also confused me. Crowns and tiara meant royalty. I am now royalty by mating, not blood, so I’m not sure why I would have a tiara? Mason would have the same mark as mine and the crown represents his place as King and his royal bloodline. I wonder what mine meant.
Mason came into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He leaned down, kissing his mark, making me lean my head back into him.
“Mason, we are never getting home at this rate.” I moaned to him.
“I love seeing my mark on your neck.” He groaned while rubbing himself into my backside. Turning in his arms so I faced him, I pulled his shirt collar over to expose my mark on his neck and I smiled.
“I love seeing you with my mark.” I smiled up at him. He leaned down, crushing his lips to mine. There was a loud bang on the bedroom door and Brandon was shouting from the other side.
“Today, you two!” he yelled. Mason pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. He was grumbling about our interruption.
“Oh, come on, Alpha. The sooner we leave, the sooner we are home.” Reaching up, I pecked his lips. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom door. Brandon and Liam were waiting when I opened it.
Mason came up behind me with his bag. I had nothing to bring with me, but I was glad that I had left clothes here when I left. We walked out into the hallway, and Mason closed the door behind him.
“Mason, I get she is sexy, but could you keep your hands to yourself for one day?” Brandon told him, annoyed, and I laughed. They all looked over at me, confused.
“What?” I asked them.
“What’s so funny?” Mason asked me while we walked to the front door of the pack house.
“What Brandon just said about keeping your hands to yourself?” I told them, confused.
“You heard that?” Brandon asked, shocked.
“Did you not say it out loud?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“Ashlyn, Brandon mindlinked that to me.” Mason said, confused.
“Wait, what? I don’t understand,” I asked them.
We met Ian and Alex in the foyer. They were waiting for us, well, Mason and I. I mindlinked Ian. I wanted to see if Mason could hear mine.
“Good morning, Ian.” I greeted him.
“Why are you mindlinking me?” He asked.
“I’m doing an experiment.” I told him. “How are you?” I asked him like we weren’t having a private conversation.
“Good. Your mark is pretty.” He told me.
“Awe, thank you Ian.” I ended the mindlinked and looked over at Mason.
“Did you hear that?” I asked him. And he nodded.
“Hear what?” Ian asked me.
“Apparently, I can hear Mason’s mindlinks and he can hear mine.” I explained.
“Wait, can you mindlink each other?” Alex asked. I tried to open up a link with him. We weren’t part of the same pack and you couldn’t mindlink non-pack members. But I could find him.
“Mason?” I asked him.
“We can mindlink.” he said. I ended the link so I could speak to everyone.
“We can.” I answered Alex.
“How is that possible?” Ian asked. And I shrugged.
“We can figure it out in the truck. Now let’s move.” Liam ordered. And I crossed my arms across my chest, giving him a pointed look.
“Now who’s bossy?” I asked him.
“Me!” he exclaimed. And I walked over to him.
“I’m the only boss here.” I told him before I walked out the front door.
“Fuck, that woman is hot!” I heard him say to the guys, and I just rolled my eyes. I heard them laugh while Mason let out a low warning growl.
They all walked out towards where I was standing beside Brandon’s truck. They parked it out front of the pack house. I noticed Grace and Brad weren’t here to say goodbye. I hope they work things out.
I was in the middle of hugging Alex when I heard Nicole yelling from the porch of the pack house.
“I knew you were a fucken whore!” She yelled. And I pulled away from Alex to look at her. Mason let out a loud growl, and Ian also growled.
“Oh, I get it. All these men are here with you, Ashlyn. I guess you don’t need Ian anymore, huh?” She said, while she walked towards us.
“Nicole, get your ass back inside now.” Alex growled.
“Oh brother, I’ve always known you were in love with Ashlyn, even though I never understood why.” She screeched.
“Nicole, now!” Ian commanded.
“It’s fine, Ian. Let Nicole speak. She clearly has a lot to say about me.” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.
“Who the fuck marked you?” She yelled in surprise. Mason wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him.
“Watch how you speak to your future queen.” Brandon growled out.
“Ashlyn, queen?” Nicole stuttered.
“Nicole, I’m not sure what happened to you, but I hope Ian rejects you if he ends up being your mate. You will burn this pack to the ground.” I told her, speaking the truth.
“You are such a fucken bitch! You have the fucken prince and you still can’t let go of Ian!” she screamed. And Mason let out a massive growl, along with his aura. It forced Nicole to her knees in submission.
“What I said has nothing to do with my feelings for Ian. It has everything to do with my love for this pack. A true Luna loves her pack, not for the title or money, but to take care of them. She is selfless. And you only care about yourself,” I told her.
I pulled away from Mason to give Ian a hug goodbye, and Nicole let out a loud growl. I ignored her while we said goodbye. Mason opened the back passages door of the truck for me and I was about to hop in when Nicole started screaming again.
“You’re such a fucken cunt!” She screamed. Her face was red, and she was shaking with anger. I looked her way and gave her the finger.
“At least I’m a pretty cunt.” I called out to her. I slid into the truck and moved over so Mason could hop in as well. Brandon was driving and Liam was riding shotgun.
“Pretty cunt, huh?” Liam asked, turning around to look at me. I smirked.
“The prettiest.” I smiled all sweetly. And they all laughed.