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“Starving.”

He went into the kitchen,and I followedbehind.

“I’ve gotsome leftovers in the fridge, Ican—”

Igrabbedhis wrist and spun him around to face me. “No, I’m hungry for somethingelse.”

His eyes flashed,and a smile crept across his lips. I pushed him up against the fridge, pinning his wrists above him with one hand, and gently bit his neck. He moaned in my ear and squirmed against me, and as I kissed up his neck to his lips I dropped my free hand down and gripped his stiffening bulge. Then I flipped him around, releasing his arms so I could get his pants off. He pushed his ass out, grinding it eagerly against me. I was hard, and I pulled myself out and without any delay, pushed my cock up to his opening and enteredhim.

He criedout and pressed against me, taking me all the way inside. I grabbed his waist and slammed in deep, going all the way to the hilt. After fucking him like that, I pulled out, spun him around again, and picked him up. He straddled my hips and I carried him over and laid him down on the dining room table. He pulled his legs back to open himself up for me, and I grabbed my cock and thrust into him that way too. The table creaked loudly under our rhythm, and Mason’s cock bounced with every push. I reached down and wrapped my fist around it and began to stroke him in time with mymovements.

“Fuck!”he moaned, and I felt him tighten around me. “Just like that. Just likethat. Ohhhshit!”

Icould feelthe spasms of his oncoming climax rocking around me like waves in the sea, pulling my own orgasm from me like the tide. Mason’s cock flexed, and thick lines of come spurted across my hand. I came too, slowly rolling my hips and allowing his tightness to milk every last drop out of me. I withdrew from him, and then leaned down to kisshim.

There wasa loud popping sound as all four of the table’s legs snapped and gave out. The table crashed to the floor, and at the last minute, Mason threw his arms out and grabbed me as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I stood there with Mason attached to my front, the two of us staring at each other wide eyed. He looked back over his shoulder at the decimated table, and we both started tolaugh.

Mason’s motherwas discharged from Pell’s clinic a month later, shortly after Vander and Pell’s little girl was born. Living together with Mason and his mother and sister was such a big, but welcome, change in my life. Coming from my home, it took a while for me to get used to the new dynamic. I couldn’t help but be overly formal with Mrs. Arkentooth, despite her prodding and urging to be casual. She demanded that I call her by her first name, but that was just so far removed from how I was used to treating my elders, not to mention my mother-in-law.

Mason continued at his academy,but decided to put his studies on hold at five months into the pregnancy to rest and prepare. Pell had determined that we were going to have a littleboy.

Contactwith my parents had been limited, though Mother came to visit when she could. I held on to the hope that Father would eventually come around. A good sign was that he hadn’t done anything to impede my continued work for the clan, nor had he restricted my access to the family and clan resources. Officially recognizing my son as heir to the Luna estate and to the Crescent Moon Clan was a different story, however. I had no idea what would happen after his birth, and when he came of age, but I was prepared to fight. Alpha, omega, or even beta, my sonwouldbe a full-fledgedLuna.

It wasthe start of summer, nearly a year and a half after we’d first met, when we had ourson.

At three in the morning,Pell delivered our boy, Kota Luna, into this world. As I sat at Mason’s bedside and held my little boy in my arms, I was filled with the most overwhelming sense of awe. Mason and I had created him. He was my son, the physical proof of our love. The result of fate, of the universe bringing two souls together in perfectharmony.

“Hello, Kota,”I whispered to him. I tickled his cheek, and he reached up with his tiny hand and grabbed my thumb. “Welcome to thefamily.”

Ipassedhim back to Mason and kissed my mate on his forehead. He smiled at me, and I could see how exhausted hewas.

“You should sleep,”I toldhim.

“Not yet,”he replied. “I’ve been working my ass off to pop this little guy out, I want to spend some more time withhim.”

Ilaughed.“You’ll have years to dothat.”

“It’s still hardfor me to believe,” Mason said, cradling Kota in his arms. “We have akid.”

Istroked Mason’s hair.“I know. It’samazing.”

“Ihonestly could never have imaginedmy life turning out this way. Breaking into your house turned out to be the best decision I ever made in my life.” He gave me a cheekygrin.

“It was fate,”I said. “It is hard to imagine how vastly different my life would be as well, if I hadn’t met you. Honestly, it hurts me to think about it. I’d be lost, probably for the rest of mylife.”

To my surprise,heavy tears started to roll down Mason’s cheeks. Kota cooed and yawned, blowing a bubble from hismouth.

Iwrappedmy arm around his shoulder and hugged him to my chest. “Mason? What isit?”

He shook his head.“It’s just what you said. Thinking about you being lost… being hurt… I can’t stand it. Damn, since when did I get soemotional?”

Iwipedthe tears away from his cheeks and kissed him, and then kissed Kota on his forehead. “It only makes where we are now that much more special, and incredible. Everything was against us finding one another, right down to the end, but we still did. We still met, and we still fell in love. I’ll never take what we have for granted,ever.”

“Ilove you,”he said. When he smiled, a few more silvery tears streaked down hischeeks.