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arms.
    “Just as I expected, you can’t even stand! I
win the challenge.”
    I tried to tell him not to gloat, that it
wasn’t becoming, but all I could do was laugh, completely dazed and
bewitched. He had literally kissed me senseless.
    Watching Mason pause, he tilted his head to
the side as if listening, and I knew something was happening. To
some it may seem strange, but I’d seen him receive messages through
the pack connection enough to know someone needed the Alpha.
    “Duty calls?” I asked, finally able to find
my voice. Slowly, I was beginning to focus on my surroundings, the
effect of his kiss fading. All but the burn, which I knew would
take a little longer to extinguish.
    “Yeah. I need to go check something out, but
before I do ...,” he stopped talking and left the room, entering
the adjoining bathroom. I heard things being moved around, bottles
being picked up and placed back before the sound of water filling
in the bathtub reached me. A few moments later he returned, a man
on a mission, and lifted me into his arms.
    “A new command from your Alpha.” He winked at
me as he set me on my feet in the bathroom. Without waiting, he
began to undress me before placing me in the soothing hot water. A
quick smell told me he added bath salts—lavender and eucalyptus—my
favorite.
    “Try to relax from now until I come and get
you for Jasmine’s farewell. Just lie here and soak in the tub.
Dream about all the kisses I’ve yet to give you and nothing else.
I’ll be back in about an hour or so.”
    He glanced around, looking as though he’d
forgotten something. He hurried out of the room before returning
with the paperback novel I’d left resting on the bedside table. “In
case, you feel like reading.” He winked.
    I went to say something, but he leaned
forward, not caring about the water that sloshed up and wet him as
he kissed me quickly on the lips. “I love you.”
    Smiling, I closed my eyes, moaning about how
good my muscles were beginning to feel. This wasn’t about me
getting clean, my shower earlier having taken care of it. I let my
body relax, and softly hummed a random tune to myself.
    This kind of pampering could be easy to get
used to. I lifted my hand out of the water, watching the way it
trickled down and the noise it made as it splashed.
    “Go be the Alpha, Mason. I’ll be here when
you get back.” I waved lazily, the effects of the lavender already
lulling me into a contented state. “If you get back in time and the
water is still warm enough, maybe you can join me.”
    It was hard to miss the flare of desire as he
contemplated the idea. “Count on it.” Leaving the room, hearing the
door close behind him, I slid down in the tub, fully immersing
myself.
    This felt like heaven.
     

Chapter Three
     
    The evening’s breeze felt good against my
warm skin. Standing on the edge of the garden’s perimeter, I took a
moment to take in everything and let out a sigh. With my hand
securely grasped in his, I felt the gentle tug of Mason pulling me
forward.
    Whoever prepared the outside had done a
phenomenal job, one worthy to be a tribute for a beloved pack
sister and friend. With the sun having finally set and the chirp of
cicadas filling the air, it was the perfect night, and I sent an
upward thanks to the gods. I didn’t want anything to tarnish the
ritual, this being the final show of respect from the Pack.
    The lawn was aglow with what seemed like
countless lanterns, candles aflame that cast delicate shadows upon
the ground. It set an almost ethereal mood on those already in
attendance, everyone speaking in reverent tones as they huddled
together in small, intimate groups.
    A hush came over everyone as they noticed us
pass through. Hands reached out in comfort and condolences, some
breaking away from others to speak brief words of solace. Jasmine’s
death had shaken us as a whole. I could see it reflected in
everyone’s faces and the tears that were already beginning to
flow.
    There