Rejected To Be Your Second Chance novel Chapter 106

　　~Mason~

　　Fuck me...

　　We were standing outside the pack; the smell of weed, mushrooms and psychedelic herbs was in the air. I’m pretty sure there were more drugs in this air than actual oxygen.

　　Graham stood next to me with his shirt raised over his nose and his brows pushing down as we stared at the land that somehow still stood. They lived in cabins they had built with rocks, sticks, and other bullshit material that would go down like a card house if someone blew on them.

　　The thought alone of stepping over their border gave me an STD. Knowing fairly well what we’d encounter there made me sick.

　　I’m gonna kill Kade when I get home. He was off with some psychic in the woods where the strongest werewolves lived, and I was here about to see a psycho and his pack of misfits.

　　“You ready?” Graham asked.

　　I groaned.

　　“Let’s just fucking go.”

　　We stepped over the border. Had this been any other pack, we would’ve had warriors on our asses within the first five seconds, but that was not how they did things. We walked on the barren land until we reached the hill leading us down to where they lived.

　　“Be prepared for anything, and whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything that they offer,” I told Graham.

　　He was new to this, but I’d gotten used to it after Kade and I came here with our father when we were kids. I sincerely had a few fond memories. I took my first pipe here and also saw my first naked girl when I was thirteen. They had a different way of living and didn’t believe in rules, wars, or clothes.

　　“What the...” Graham narrowed his eyes as we walked down the hill.

　　A group of women were dancing around an open fire butt naked. Their tits bounced up and down, their legs spread in revealing positions, and their golden skin looked soft as they rolled on the dirty ground.

　　I reached down to reposition my dick when it throbbed in my pants.

　　“Dude, cut it out,” Graham said, slammed his elbow into my side, and looked away.

　　“You’re the one with a mate here, dude, not me,” I said and followed the girl with my eyes as far as I could without breaking my neck.

　　A laugh broke out when I saw his intense red cheeks and stiff back.

　　I could swear that he had my sister’s face in mind and that she’d rip him a new one if she knew what he was looking at. However, he wasn’t looking. He was a good man, and my sister knew that. However, he was here with me, and I was no good man.

　　“You better not ditch me to go fuck some random chick here,” he said.

　　I clicked my tongue and looked at the girl sunbathing topless in the middle of their sad little town.

　　One of them opened her eyes. She pushed her sunglasses down and smirked as her eyes locked with mine. She reached down and grabbed the sun lotion. She sprayed it on her chest and ran her hands up and down her tits. Her fingers circled around the nipples and then down and further down until they slipped under her bikini bottoms. She started rubbing her inner thigh. She bit on her bottom lip and followed me with her gaze. Holy fuck.

　　“Hey!” Graham shouted and slapped me on the back of my head. “Keep it in your pants, or I swear to god I will kick your ass.”

　　“Relax, we’re almost at Riley’s house anyway,” I said and smirked, but I had half a mind to go back there and fuck that girl against the sun chair.

　　Half the pack was outside of Riley’s place, smoking. There was a fire in the middle, and they laughed and sang some random ass songs that didn’t even have real words. Their eyes were bloodshot red, and some couldn’t even keep them open; others were having sex on the ground, and a girl was riding a guy and taking another guy in her mouth.

　　“Is that who I think is?” he said and walked toward us. Once the smoke dispersed and he saw us, he started laughing. His skinny arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me in for a hug.

　　I wouldn’t wish the smell of this man upon my worst enemy.

　　“Mason— You son of a bitch. How are ya?” he asked as he pulled back.

　　“I’m good, but I think you have something of mine.”

　　The air shifted. He stiffened and nodded.

　　“Yeah, that, well, come on inside. I haven’t seen you in years!” He slammed his hand on my shoulder and led me in.

　　Graham walked behind me. He looked around at the people who sat on the couches; they were all high, but they were Riley’s most trusted confidants and knew just as much as he did.

　　He led us into the adjoining room, where two worn-out couches stood around a crocked glass table. The powder was spread out, and a girl snorted it as we stepped in.

　　“Leave,” Riley said.

　　The girl wrapped the cardigan around herself and walked out on unsteady feet.

　　“Sit. We’ll talk,” he said.

　　I took a seat, but Graham stood like a stone wall next to me. His hands clasped before his body, and his eyes fixated on Alpha Riley.