Chapter 5 Chapter 5

Mason POV

I can’t believe I went off like that.

After she stormed out of the cafeteria, Winter glares at me.

“alpha commanding them not to talk to her, I said don’t fuck it up Mason, you’re off to a horrible start” she says walking out in search of Lyric.

Hunter comes up next to me.

“you’re doing a horrible job at keeping your girlfriend from finding out you’re mated to her sister” he says.

I growl at him.

“you’re not helping” I say through gritted teeth trying to keep control of Kane.

“I’m always going to tell you like it is alpha, you need to figure your shit out because if you were trying to piss your mate off you succeeded” he says clapping my shoulder before walking away.

The rest of the day goes by way too fast.

Kane is pacing in my head the whole way home.

“What is going on with you mutt” I ask him.

“I don’t know, I need to see mate” he says making me feel uneasy.

“hey where are you, can we talk” I link her but get no response.

She blocked me out.

I link Winter.

“hey where is Lyric, is everything okay, Kane is freaking out”

“she is fine, she doesn’t want to speak to you right now just give her some space Mason” she links shutting me out also.

When we get to the pack house my dad links me and tells me to meet him in his office.

When I get there uncle Donovan is also here.

“good afternoon, uncle D, dad” I say before sitting.

“what’s going on dad?” I say.

“well as you know son, we have 6 different packs coming for the ball this weekend, a lot of potential mate bonds to be formed. We just got word that the Alpha king and his brother’s will be attending as all of them are 18 and over and still haven’t found their mates, especially the king being 21. Everything must be perfect, I want you and Hunter running point with border patrol over the next few days making sure all patrols know their rotations and what the protocol is for the week. Have Lucas check with the omegas to make sure all of the guest suites for all of our guests have been prepared the way your mother requested” he says.

“are you hearing me son?” he asks.

“yes dad, I got it” I say.

“when you find your mate, she will be making sure all of this stuff is done” he says.

“yeah” I say thinking about Lyric.

Everything keeps coming back to her. The way she looked at me in the cafeteria. The way she stormed off. The way she looked ready to punch me after I commanded those warriors.

Kane thinks it’s funny. I don’t.

“did you already find your mate son?” my dad asks.

“yes actually” I say.

“oh is it Summer?” uncle Donovan asks.

“no sir, it is actually your other daughter” I say hesitation in my voice.

“Lyric is your mate?” my dad asks surprised.

“don’t sound too surprised dad” I say.

For a second I wonder how many people saw something I didn’t. Lyric was always around when we were kids. Somewhere along the way I stopped looking.

“I’m sorry son, Lyric is wonderful and will make a great Luna, but you overlooked her after your 11th birthday, so this is just a surprise” he says.

The guilt hits harder than I expect. Because he’s right. I did overlook her.

“I must say I’m shocked it isn’t Summer but Lyric will make an excellent mate, she is quiet but smart and calculated and ruthless in a fight” uncle Donovan says.

“congratulations son, I know you haven’t told her yet, and I also hope you ended things with Summer” my dad says.

“I’m working on that” I grumble.

The truth is I should have ended things with Summer the moment I scented Lyric. Instead, I spent the entire day putting it off and somehow managed to make my mate angry in the process.

And judging by the look Lyric gave me today, I might already be running out of time.

“well if you don’t want a rejection on her 18th birthday I advise you work faster” Beta Donovan says laughing.

“yeah good luck son, Lyric is a feisty one” my dad says laughing the beta joining in.

I stand and walk out leaving their laughs behind me as I step into the hall.

I head to my room clear my thoughts before dinner.

When I step inside, Summer is sprawled across my bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide in blatant invitation.

My body reacts out of habit for a split second—then it drops just as fast, like something in me is rejecting it.

Before today, this sight would have had my cock straining against my pants, but now, after finding my mate, I'm just done with it all.

Because it’s not her—and for the first time, that matters more than anything else.

“Happy birthday, Alpha. I figured I’d give you your present now,” she purrs, sliding off the bed and sauntering toward me with that predatory sway.

“Summer, not now,” I mutter, snatching her hands as she reaches for me. I mean it—but I don’t push hard enough to actually stop it.

She brushes off my protest and drops to her knees, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt and yanking my pants open. She tugs my boxers down, freeing my cock. I could shove her away—and I damn well should.

The thought is loud. Clear. I still don’t act on it—and that realization sits wrong in my chest.

But she doesn't hesitate, wrapping her lips around my dick and sliding me in and out of her hot mouth with urgent pumps. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the image of my mate into my mind, and my cock stiffens fully against her tongue.

Lyric. Not Summer. It’s Lyric in my head—and it doesn’t switch no matter how hard I try.

She moans around me, the sound vibrating through my shaft and making my balls tighten.

My body reacts—but it feels disconnected, like I’m not fully here.

I can't hold back anymore. My fingers tangle in her hair, gripping the back of her head as I thrust hard into her mouth, forcing her to gag with each deep plunge. Tears well in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks, while thick strands of saliva drool from her stretched lips, coating my length as I ram down her throat. “Fuck yes, take my cock down your throat,” I growl, the words ripping out of me.

The words come out rough—but they don’t feel real. Not like they used to.

Her muffled moans send electric jolts straight to my core, the vibrations humming along my dick. I'm teetering on the edge, but before I can explode, I yank myself free from her mouth with a wet pop. I haul her up and slam her body against the wall, hiking her leg and driving my cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust. She cries out, her voice raw and needy. “Fuck, Alpha, yes!”

That sound used to be enough. Now it barely registers.

In my head, it's my mate I'm picturing—her face, her scent—and it fuels the frenzy. I spin her around and pound into her from behind, my claws digging into her hips, drawing thin lines of blood as I hold her in place.

Lyric again. Every time. It won’t stop—and I’m not even trying to make it stop anymore.

One hand snakes up, wrapping around her throat in a firm choke, while I slam deeper, my hips snapping against her ass with punishing force.

Too rough. Too fast. Like I’m trying to force something that isn’t there.

My other hand slips between her thighs, fingers roughly circling her swollen clit, rubbing hard circles that make her buck against me. My stomach coils tight, release building like a storm. I shove her forward onto the bed, forcing her onto all fours, her ass high in the air. I position myself behind her and drive in again, fucking her hard and fast, each thrust burying me to the hilt in her slick heat.

It builds—but it feels off. Like I’m chasing something I’m not getting.

The pressure surges, and as my orgasm hits, I pull out at the last second, stroking my cock furiously. Thick ribbons of cum erupt across her back, splattering hot and sticky over her skin.

As she gets dressed "This can’t happen again Summer" I say. Her eyes cut to me "Why the hell not?"

“Because I found my mate” I say to her.

“Who is it?” she asks.

Her question comes too fast. Like she already has someone in mind.

I shake my head.

“It doesn’t matter she doesn’t know yet because she isn’t 18” I say to her.

She steps closer.

“Okay so then what’s the problem?” she says running a hand down my chest.

I grab her hand.

“The problem is I’m no longer interested in doing this and it doesn’t feel right anymore, we’re over” I say.

For a second she just stares at me. No tears. No pleading. Just a hard look that makes my stomach tighten.

She laughs.

“You think you can just get rid of me that easy Mason?” She asks.

“Summer please don’t do this, you knew it was a possibility you wouldn’t be my mate” I say frustration lacing my voice.

“you were supposed to reject her when you found her, we talked about this” she says.

“No Summer you talked about this, I never agreed to reject her if it wasn’t you” I reply.

Every conversation about our future had always sounded more like a plan she made than one we made together.

At the time I never thought much about it. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.

“This is far from over Mason, I can’t be replaced that easily” she snaps.

The look in her eyes makes Kane press forward. Not because she’s upset. Because she looks possessive. Like someone stole something that belongs to her.

“Summer this is over, please don’t make this harder” I say.

“Fuck you Mason” she spits before storming out.

The door slams hard enough to shake the wall.

For a moment, I just stand there staring at it.

Summer gets angry. She always has. Usually, she yells, cries, throws something, then finds a way to make me feel guilty for upsetting her.

That was not what just happened.

She looked at me like I had taken something from her.

“Well, that went well,” Kane mutters.

“Shut up.”

I drag a hand down my face and head toward the bathroom, trying to shake off the strange weight settling in my chest.

I need to tell Lyric she is my mate soon.