Ashlyn
I pulled up to the pack house, right behind Brandon’s truck. The guys were hopping out. I exited my car to yell to Mason, who just walked right by me. I didn’t care that my shirt was soaked in blood again.
“Mason, stop!” I tried to move faster to catch up with him. I was panting when I reached him in front of the pack house. Brandon and Liam came up behind me.
“Mason, what’s wrong?” I exhaled, holding my side, praying that the blood would stop oozing. He turned, glaring at me, and his alpha aura was full of force.
“I felt you. I felt you with someone else.” He growled, and guilt twisted my stomach.
“Can you just let me explain, please?” I pleaded.
“Just go back to your Alpha.” He demanded. I knew I f****d up, but how could he not want to hear me out? I just wanted to explain.
