The Lunar Queen Chapter 38

Mason POV

As I stepped out of the hospital, a weight lifted from my shoulders. ‘She’s something special,’ Kane rumbled in my mind, his approval warming me from within. And for a second, it almost feels like I can breathe again—like the past few days didn’t just carve something out of my chest and leave it there.

But all coherent thought shattered the instant I crossed the packhouse threshold. The air thickened with the sweetest, ripest scent of fresh strawberries, pulling me like a magnet. It hits harder than anything should, sharp and consuming, like my body recognizes something before my mind even catches up.

Then those eyes—piercing blue, framed by lashes that could stop a heartbeat—locked onto mine. ‘Mate,’ we both breathed, the word syncing perfectly between us. And just like that, everything else—Lyric, the hospital, the worry—gets shoved to the back like it never mattered as much as this moment does right now.

A soft chuckle broke the spell. ‘Oh, what a delightful surprise,’ my mother said, her voice laced with joy. ‘Mason, this is Aria Blackwood, Cole’s little sister.’

‘Aria,’ I tested the name, savoring its roll on my tongue like forbidden fruit. I closed the distance in two strides, my hand rising to cup her cheek. Sparks exploded under my palm, fiercer than anything I’d felt with Lyric, igniting every nerve. It’s stronger—louder—like something in me finally clicks into place, and I don’t question it, don’t even try to.

‘Hello, mate,’ I murmured, thumb tracing her jaw.

‘Hello, my mate,’ she replied, her smile blooming like dawn. ‘I’m happy it’s you.’ She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. ‘I’ve seen you before, and I always thought you were handsome. But you were with that other she-wolf.’

‘Well, now, mate, I’m only yours,’ I growled, possession flaring hot in my chest. And I mean it without hesitation, without thinking twice about anything that came before.

‘Mason, go show your Luna around,’ Mom interjected with a knowing wink. ‘Dinner will be starting soon.’

Aria pressed closer, rising on her toes, her breath hot against my ear. ‘How about you show me your room instead, my mate? So we can really get acquainted.’

Her words hit like a spark to dry tinder—my cock twitched and hardened in my jeans, straining for release. Kane surges forward instantly, fully locked in, fully here for her, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

I snatched her hand, leading her up the stairs two at a time, her laughter trailing like music. The door to my room barely clicked shut before she shoved me against it, her mouth crashing into mine. Fuck, she tasted like wild honey and sin, her tongue tangling with mine in a fierce dance.

It’s fast, heated, consuming—and I don’t slow it down, don’t even think about slowing it down.

I gripped her ass, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed. I tossed her down, and she bounced once, propping up on her elbows with a wicked grin. That giggle—pure, breathless joy—echoed in my skull as the most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard.

‘What are you waiting for, Alpha?’ she taunted, eyes gleaming with challenge.

I lunged, covering her body with mine, lips trailing fire down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. I paused at her marking spot, sucking hard enough to bruise, and she arched with a moan that shot straight to my groin. The sound goes straight through me—clean, sharp, addictive—and it pushes everything else even further out of reach. My hands yanked her shirt over her head, fingers deftly unhooking her bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked and begging.

I latched onto one, sucking deep while my tongue flicked the tight bud. Her moans grew louder, hips grinding up against my throbbing cock, trapped in denim. She was perfection—curves that fit my hands like they were carved for me. Like she was made to be right here, under me, exactly like this. I popped the button on her jeans, dragging them down her legs. No panties. Her pussy was bare, smooth as silk, already glistening with arousal.

I arched a brow, heat pooling low. She smirked. 'I knew I'd meet my mate today.'

Shaking my head with a hungry grin, I dove between her thighs. My tongue dragged slow and flat over her clit, savoring the salty-sweet tang of her. She gasped my name, fingers threading into my hair. I sucked her clit between my lips, hard and relentless, her screams fueling the fire. She bucked, shoving my face deeper into her wet heat. Kane is practically purring, fully locked in, fully satisfied with what’s ours.

'Fuck, Mason, more,' she begged, voice breaking.

I plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy, the tight walls clenching around them like a vice. I pumped slow at first, letting her hips roll to meet each stroke. 'So fucking tight around my fingers, mate,' I growled against her skin, lapping up the juices leaking out. Every reaction she gives pulls me deeper, makes me push harder, like I need more of it.

I ramped up, sucking her clit harder while curling my fingers to hit that sweet spot. Her body jerked, thighs quivering. 'Jackpot,' Kane purred in my head. I stroked faster, hooking deep, and she shattered—hips bucking wildly as her orgasm ripped through her. 'Fuuuuck, Mason!' she screamed, pussy pulsing, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank it all, tongue soothing until she trembled.

Stripping off my clothes in record time, I settled between her spread legs, cock heavy and leaking pre-cum. I nudged her entrance, pushing in inch by agonizing inch. She cried out, pain flashing in her eyes, and I froze. 'You a virgin?'

'Yes... I waited for you,' she panted, nails digging into my shoulders.

The confession made me swell harder inside her, primal pride surging. Something possessive locks in my chest, heavier than before, deeper than just attraction. 'I'll go slow, but it'll hurt at first.'

'Okay, my love,' she whispered, trust shining through the discomfort.

I eased deeper, bottoming out with a groan. Her walls fluttered around me, so damn snug. She started rocking her hips tentatively, green light given. I matched her, thrusting shallow at first, building to a steady rhythm. Pleasure overtook the pain; her moans turned needy, urging me on.

'Fuck, baby, you're gripping me like a dream,' I snarled, snapping my hips faster. She screamed, 'Yes, Alpha—fuck me harder!'

I hauled her up by the wrists, pinning her to the wall with her back against it. My cock slammed up into her, her legs locked around me as I pounded relentlessly. She clawed my back, head thrown back in ecstasy.

'Our mate's a wild one,' Kane chuckled, thrilled.

I hooked her legs over my arms, spreading her wide, and drove deeper, her pussy sucking me in with every thrust. 'Harder—yes, fuck!' she demanded, voice raw.

I carried her like that back to the bed, lowering her gently before growling, 'On your knees.' She obeyed instantly, ass up, pussy glistening and ready. I gripped her hips and thrust home in one brutal stroke. 'Fuuuck!' she yelped, pushing back greedily.

I railed into her, hand snaking around to rub tight circles on her swollen clit. She met every slam, ass slapping against my thighs. I cracked my palm against her cheek, the sting drawing a throaty moan. 'Fuck, baby, you're perfect—so fucking tight and wet for me.'

Pulling out, I sprawled on the bed. 'Ride me.' She climbed on, sinking down with a gasp, then started bouncing, taking me deep. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, our rhythm frantic. Her tits jiggled with each drop, and I sat up, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while she cried out.

'Oh yes, Alpha—right there!'

My canines ached, instincts screaming. I tilted her head, tongue laving her marking spot before sinking my teeth in. She shattered around me, pussy clamping down like a fist. Still riding hard, she turned my head and bit deep into my neck, claiming me. The pain-pleasure snapped my control—I roared, pumping thick ropes of cum into her, filling her completely, seeding her womb.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged. 'Fuck, that was amazing,' she panted, curling into me.

'Way better than I ever imagined,' I agreed, kissing her forehead. 'I heard mate sex was intense, but gods... insane doesn't cover it.'

“We should get dressed for dinner,” she says, moving to get up.

“No, not yet,” I reply, pulling her back to me. My hand tightens on her waist without thinking, like if I let her move too far, something about this moment will shift before I’m ready for it to.

“Can you tell me about Lyric?” she asks, resting her head on my chest.

I freeze at that. Not fully—just enough that my body goes still for a second too long, my chest tightening under her cheek before I force myself to breathe normal again.

“I know there’s nothing between you two anymore, but what was she like as a pup? She’s going to be my sister-in-law, and you loved her,” she adds.

“She was the sweetest little girl ever and wanted to help everybody. She would give you her last of anything if she could and never asked for anything in return. She was so quiet, though, and didn’t really like meeting new people. She loved sneaking cookies into her room and always got caught. No matter what happened to her, it never took the smile off her face or kept her from helping others. Nothing dimmed her light, and her laugh was contagious. She had a bad attitude and didn’t really like not getting her way,” I say.

The words come easy—too easy—and that’s what makes something in my chest twist, because I don’t have to think about any of it. It’s all just… there. Clear. Untouched. Like none of it ever left me.

“She sounds like she will make a great Queen,” she says.

“She will; that’s a perfect role for her,” I reply. My voice stays steady, but something underneath it feels… off. Not wrong. Just not sitting the way it should.

“Do you think she will be at dinner?” she asks.

“Yes, she will. She seemed like her usual self when I left the hospital. She kicked us out to spend time with her mate,” I answer.

Even as I say it, there’s a flicker—quick, sharp—something that doesn’t fully settle, like a thought I don’t let myself finish.

“Oh, yeah, she’s fine,” she laughs.

“Okay, let’s go down now then. I want to meet her,” she says, standing up.

I watch her move, the bond pulling clean and strong, exactly how it should… but for a split second, my chest tightens again—low, quiet, easy to ignore.

And I do.

Because nothing about this feels wrong enough to stop.