Fated Or Doomed

Tux Fitting

Mason gets the same just in the secondary color. And goes for a bow tie. I swear, since the day he first wore one. And a girl complimented him, he never stopped wearing them. Got to give to him though, it suits his personalty.

In addition, we kept it more simple for the Ceremony. We just requested a little flare to it. We didn't want to do too much as the day was suppose to focus more on my elegant Queen taking her rightful place as my Luna. All eyes should and will be on her. Only her. The suits will both have the same pattern as the other. My suit will be fully black. And the patterns will match the color of her dress. I have no idea what color it is but Mason said he did. So he sent in the request. Now Mason's suit will line with a silver pattern. We will have no tie for the event. It will make it all fit just perfect. Even the little pocket squares.

After suit after suit. We finally got the last bit of details for the tailors to work on. They asked for some more information to put down as a request to hold. I grab for my things and in doing so I drop some items on the floor.

"Can you grab that man?" I ask Mason while I head to the cashier to file out the details. They said they will consult with the store for the girls details to insure the right fitting. Sending in everyones fit all at once.

Upon my return, I turn to see myself one last time in my semi finish suit. And damn, I look good. Looking myself in the mirror, I hear Mason gag in the background.

"Agh gross man!!" He yelp out loud.

"What?" Turning around I see a little white lace thong toss to the floor.

I could not hold in my laugh as I pick them up. Mason shakes his head in disgust. I curl up the panties and take a big sniff of them. Malcolm howls as the scent of our mate's honey pot still lingers on them. I quickly stuff them away before Mason throws up on his new suit. Still making us laugh at his discomfort.

"You'll see when you have your mate man." I chuckle.

"As far as I'm aware. I'm done with girls." He leans back and cross his legs in annoyance.

"Back to the guys I see."

"Yes, no. I don't know man. I'm done with it all." Seeing Mason look at the floor. I can tell he is struggling mental with himself. And I feel like a bad friend. I haven't been there for him. "Being around you and Sarah is enough mate shit I can take."

I step down the platform and take a seat next to him. "Hey man. I know I been distracted with my own shit. But I'm still your brother. I'm still here for you. Talk to me. It's been a while."

His eyes line with sadness. And it reminds me of his first heart break. He was down and lost for weeks. I couldn't get him to do anything after that. I should of notice. My brother needed me and I wasn't there. I'm a shitty friend!

"It's nothing." He brushed.

"Come on. Just tell me man." I gripe his arm. Squeezing it lightly.

Mason takes one big sigh before clearing his expression. "Well. I'm a bit jealous." He admits. My head sinks back and my brows curve. "All I see is mates after mates. Even my two best friends are mates. I guess I just feel left out is all. I haven't had good luck in relationships lately. And all this kinda makes me feel lonely. But at the same time. I want to focus on my duties. You know more than anyone that I take my Beta status serious. All I want is to live up to my father's line. To you, to Liv, our pack, to myself, and future mate. And when it come down to one or the other. I rather be a great Beta to you and Liv first. That way I feel like my mate can see I'm someone. And right now. I still have a lot to work on. So maybe this dating thing, hooking up shit isn't as it was before."