Mason groaned to himself as he took his fragile control back from Ash. Never in his life had he been at war with his other half so badly before. It was as if he wanted to tear himself in two in order to get to Malia. Mason had known what his body was insisting but he also knew that he didn’t want to rush Malia into anything that she wasn’t ready for.
When he thought about her he wanted more than just the passion he knew was certain to happen between them. He wanted to make her feel special, cherished and loved. The word was so foreign to him, love; his parents were in a relationship that was born out of power. They were together because they made the best union and force to be reckoned with. They were not together because they loved each other but be
