Her Fated Mate

Chapter No: 02

Veronica's P.O.V.

I didn't react or argue when Mason told me to stay outside Isabella's pack border, more like I couldn't. Arguing with him would mean going against not one but two Alphas' and I can’t afford that right now. Also, I needed to stay low until I was crowned as the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack.

Too much attention could be dangerous for me.

So, behaving like a respectful pack member that I really wasn't, I patiently waited for Mason, or at least tried to. But with every passing minute, the restlessness was clearly evident on my face. I knew it, from the look these border patrol guys were giving me; for a minute I thought they could smell my devious plan on me.

Turning around, I went back towards the car and settled myself in the passenger seat, while waiting for Mason. About 40 minutes later, I could see someone walking towards the border. I wasn't sure who it was. It could be Mason or someone else. Hoping that it was Mason, I walked towards the borders, my eyes finding the man I'd been waiting for. From the look plastered on his face and the gloomy aura surrounding him, one could say Mason looked a little sad. Maybe little miss perfect Isabella f****d up. But before I danced to my victory, I needed to know that the balls were still on my court.

Mason was distracted, walking without a purpose; it was PATHETIC what love could do to you. I called out his name to grab his attention, “Mason” and, as if on cue, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look me in the eye. His expression turned from sad to confused to analyzing as if he was trying to sum things up; like something didn’t feel right to him. He was just inside the Blue Moon Pack’s Territory, a step or two and he’d be out. He looked skeptical about stepping out and a chill ran through me.

What if the portion stopped working because he was close to his mate?

The thought freaked me out and I did what I thought would be correct. I grabbed his arm and pulled him out. The moment he stepped out, it was like he had been popped back into the loop and I couldn't have been happier.

He kept staring at me without a clue of what was happening around him and I could still very clearly see the wheels running to piece everything back together. He was trying really hard, but somehow it just wasn’t clicking back. So, taking that as my chance, I slid my hand through his arm and walked back towards his car. Settling Mason in the passenger seat, I took the wheel and drove towards the hotel. I knew Caleb was at his place, so it wasn't going to be a problem to bunk in there for tonight or maybe the next few nights; as long as Caleb steered clear of this place it wasn't going to be a problem.

It took us around fifteen minutes of driving to reach the hotel. Linking my fingers with Mason's, I walked towards the reception. The guy at the reception looked at me once and then twice to confirm before passing the key. All this time, Mason was as silent as a library; for a moment there, I had to double-check if I was holding onto the correct arm and, indeed, I was. Smiling to myself, I opened up the door to the suite and got us inside. Mason still hadn't said a word, it was getting freaky now. Anyone who knows Mason would know that this man was LOUD, very loud with whatever he did; when he spoke, while training, while laughing, while ordering everyone around the pack, basically while doing everything, and here he was, a stone mural that blinked a few times every minute and was breathing.

I settled him on the bed and ran my fingers through his hair as I asked, "Is everything okay? You have been painfully quiet since the moment you came back from Bella's house. Did she say anything?" His eyes, which were drilling holes in the marble floor beneath us, moved toward me as he released a breath. Huffing to himself, he said, "Everything he said was true. She is a mother of three children and is still in love with the father of her children. I am, indeed, her unwanted mate." Listening to his words, I felt like doing a little happy dance right there, as it felt like I'd already won the battle. Sitting beside Mason, I settled my hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him by saying, "If it is true and she is happy with him and their kids, don't you think you should let her be? Even if you keep her to yourself, you do know that we can't make someone love us when they truly aren't ours in the first place. The feelings need to be mutual for a happy life and if you snatch her away, neither you nor her will be happy about it. Let her go Mason."

He looked at me, with tears brimming up his eyes as he tried really hard not to cry, but a lone tear slid down his cheek, leaving a salty mark on its existence. This was the moment for me to take charge, "He needs to be vulnerable for you to get through '' Danielle's words kept on repeating through my mind. My cousin repeated it again and again to make sure it got engraved in my brain and it indeed did. I could hear her voice repeating again and again, "This is your moment. This is your moment." I closed my eyes, giving myself a pep talk, turned, and smashed my lips to his. For the first few seconds or even a minute, he didn't respond. It was like he was too shocked to even understand what was happening right now. But after the next few seconds, he grabbed my waist and pulled me over his lap, responding to the kiss in a crazed animalistic manner. I really loved these kisses when Caleb was the one giving those to me, but now that it's coming from Mason, it feels a little more torturous and a little less romantic.

Why, I have no clue.

Pushing Caleb's thoughts at the back of my mind, I focused on the things at hand. It was now time for me to take charge to make sure things got done. Stabilizing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him hard enough for his head to fall back and rest on a pillowcase. He looked at me like he wasn't so sure about what was happening or more like he was trying to get a hold of his control over himself and everything else, but sadly, he couldn't. Before he could speak or move, I grabbed the zipper of his pants and slid it down. Slowly sliding my hand inside his boxers, I grabbed his d**k and started to massage it as slowly and as sensually as possible. His eyelids closed for a few seconds, savoring the feel of it, but soon he was over it as his eyes opened and stared into my soul. I slid his pants down and pulled his manhood out, it wasn't hard yet, which was a shock, as werewolves are horny dogs and Alphas stand at the top of the pyramid. Yet, his manhood stayed limp in my hand. I was a little disappointed but I had a task at hand that needed to be completed at all costs, so I sucked it up and continued with my work. Taking his manhood in my mouth, I licked its head for quite a few minutes and then sucked onto it like it was some candy, but that didn't work either. Moving to the last option that I had, I slid down my panties and slid down on his manhood. It wasn't pleasant at all; in fact, it was painful. Even after giving Mason a h*****b and a b*****b, there wasn't even a drop of precum yet and I wasn't wet either. Rubbing my p***y with my own saliva didn't provide enough lubrication for me to slide. But now that he was in, I had to leave the pain behind. Jumping up and down his manhood, sliding it inside my dried-up p***y; all I could hear were the painful grunts leaving our mouths. Riding him for some minutes, in general, exhaustion took over me and I eventually succumbed to sleep, with only one thought running through my mind.

Why didn't he c*m?