Oh, How I Hate The Word MATE

You Can't Pick Your Family

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  CHAPTER 22: YOU CAN'T PICK YOUR FAMILY

Mason's P.O.V

  It took all of my strength to shut my eyes and close the door.  Then it took even more strength to walk away.

  "Daaaaammnn' My wolf said in my mind.

  'Shut up,' I told him.

  'But my mate has a fine ass' 

  'OUR mate,'

  I sighed as I walked downstairs to the living room. How am I supposed to go through the rest of the day with that image engraved in my mind? 

  Oh, I know! I'll just avoid Tyler at all costs and think about other things before I just jump her in front of everyone. Yup, that's what I'll do.

  Oh, crap, I still have to be with her because I have to take her to the house.

  'Dumbass' My wolf muttered

  I ignored him. That'll only start another argument with the asshole if I reply. We've already had like a million.

  Liam came downstairs soon after...without any pants. He was searching all over for something, but now I really don't wanna know.

  "Where the hell are my pants?" he muttered as he went into the kitchen. 

  Tyler came downstairs later looking absolutely stunning. Though I personally thought the outfit before was much better...stop thinking like a perv Mason!  Yep, a very, very, very long night to come.

  "TYLER!" Liam's voice shouted from the kitchen.

  "What," Tyler asked sounding bored as hell.

  Liam came in, jeans in his hands and the gorilla we stole from the zoo was right behind him. Liam looked pissed.

  "I thought I told you to get rid of that thing!" he said pointing at the giant monkey.

  Tyler sighed. "What he do now?"

  Liam held up his pants. "He tried to put my jeans on!"

  They were both silent for a while, staring each other down.

  "Well...did it fit?"

  Liam gave her a flat look. She gave an attempt look of innocence back. Actually, she did kind of look innocent, if she took that evil glint in her eye out.

  "Soooo, ready to go?" I asked, dangling my keys out.

  (BLAH BLAH BLAH. BORING CAR RIDE THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT)

  We arrived at the pack house just as the last few people entered for the barbecue pack dinner. I showed Liam and Tyler to the backyard where everyone was.

  The place was full of people. Little kids running around playing with sticks. Parents sitting in tables laughing about stuff. Teenagers hanging out and wandering around. Old ladies knitting sweaters an gossiping about the latest dentures. The food was lined up on the side on five tables, each holding a year's worth of food.