Ally Mason Novels & Stories

Leo replied with a scornful chuckle. “You’re thirty years old, man,” Mason shot back with laughter, his hand brushing against the gold wedding band on his finger. “That’s not considered old though,” Leo shrugged, completely unbothered. “You should consider getting married too,” Mason said, his eyes softening as he looked down at his ring. “You got married today and you’re already giving out advice?” Leo asked with a scornful face, raising his brows as if Mason had lost his mind. “Nope. I just think you might actually be the only one left in our group,” Mason replied, pointing toward Zayne, who at that very moment was tailing Amelia again. He had been glued to her side since the ceremony, fol

If he’s at his friend’s house, he won’t be long, which means Nathan will be drunk. “Fifteen more minutes,” I shrug my shoulders, unsure where Nathan might be. “How about we sit in my car to keep warm then,” Mr. Mason offers, motioning to his vehicle. Mr. Mason loves food like me, which is a comfort. Unlike the other cooks here, he’s an older gentleman of sixty years with salt and pepper hair. His family is large, all girls, and he’s always talking about them. “Sounds good to me. Thanks,” I follow behind, shivering.

Judging by her swollen lips, the idiot had the perfect idea of what he’d interrupted. “Shut the fuck up, Mason. What the hell do you want?” I asked. He looked at Alessia again, then back at me. “I’m in trouble,” he replied. I chuckled and walked deeper into my room before relaxing against my reading table. Alessia was looking between us now, confused. “When are you not in trouble, Mase?” I asked, still laughing. “What do you even take me for?” he asked. He looked serious. And Mason was never serious.

An unexpected plus one soured Mason's mood. He closed his eyes, took a breath to compose himself, and when he opened them, his face was plastered with a phony grin. "Hello!" Amber, who had been all smiles with Alexander, gave Mason a frosty nod in greeting. In a setting like that, no one was flashing smiles. "I'm Mason, right-hand man at the Trio Alliance Club in Ol' Mare. Miss Chesire, punctuality isn't your strong suit, is it?" Mason's face was sour as he introduced himself, trying to come off strong.

Mason confirmed while nodding. “Wow, so nice Mason. The place is relaxing.” “Good. You seem to like it, Ada. I am pleased.” “So, I guess your brother is wealthy,” I said smilingly. Mason shook his head and laughed a bit. “Nope. He is a very simple and generous doctor.” “Doctor?” I asked, with amazement plastered on my face. “An animal Doctor. My big brother is a veterinarian.” Mason said proudly. He seemed to be so fond of his brother. Hence, I got somewhat curious about his eldest brother.

I’ve reread the same page multiple times without actually processing the content. "Damian, you’ve been unfocused this whole time," a casual voice comes from the couch in my office—it’s Mason, my Alpha friend. I look up lazily and find Mason lounging comfortably, legs crossed, his usual annoying smirk plastered on his face. "Get lost, Mason. Don’t you have work to do instead of bothering me?" Mason is the only Alpha close to me—he’s been my friend for a long time, even back when I was still with Lyra. But he’s irritating as hell because he always shows up and disrupts my peace as if he has nothing better to do.

For a while, no one said anything but then, Alee said, “Hey, my mate's not a trauma. Come on, mate.” “The name's Mason. In case you are wondering, I'm a natural born alpha.” Mason said. Their voice growing farther away as they go into the house. “The name's Alejandro Brown. You can call me Alee.” she said. “Your eyes are beautiful.” he said and she giggled.

Mason slowly turned back to the Alpha, his voice like sharpened stone. “Nothing. I just don’t like the smell of rot in a house that pretends to be clean.”

"Let's go and see everybody." "How do I look?" Matt asked him worriedly. "Is my hair okay?" "You look gorgeous babe," Mason replied in a mocking tone. Matt laughed and pinched his brother's shoulder as they stepped off of the path and onto the grass. Mason just nodded at the different people Matt was calling out greetings to along the way - he'd always been the more social of the two. They both liked it that way. Mason didn't see the point in talking if he didn't have to. Some people definitely found it rude but he didn't really care. He was here to prepare for his role as Alpha, not to make friends - making connections that could later be alliances were more his speed.

Xander, who was glued to his phone, mumbled, “Are you guys planning to teach him how to dance or something?” “Cold punk,” Weston snorted and Xander shit a glare at him. “Look, Ella’s just a free-spirited bitch, and Dexter is just trying to—” “Stop,” Dexter cut in, silencing JSethho. Mason quickly cut in. "It’s not about what happened. My mom’s sick, and I just need to spend time with her, that’s all,” Mason explained. “Professor Ste-phen Draven…” Dexter’s voice cut through the conversation. “You know him?”