Ally Mason Novels & Stories

Knowing Mason also had a weird sense about the scene was good. She had watched him before on scenes, and she did enjoy him and his weird sense of humor and honor. He was not bad looking, she thought to herself though she often tried to base any interactions or possible ones off of their personalities instead of outwards looks, having found that the pretty ones often had some issues that she didn’t like too much. Mason was not like that. She would have to guess he was late twenties to early thirties. Not that much older than she was. He was older. She knew that much. He had this sense around him that very little could affect him or his job.

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.

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.”

Adam growls. “I am on it,” Mason replies.

"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.

“Mason just arrived too.” Sure enough, Mason stood near the entrance, surrounded by a group of admiring lesser wolves. He wore his formal Alpha robes—midnight blue fabric embroidered with silver thread that caught my eye when he moved. His dark hair was well styled, and he gestured animatedly as he spoke, commanding the full attention of his audience.

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

The most eligible advertising company with uncounted numbers of led screens all over the world. Mason Corporation was made under my name even before l was born. My mother died, she left me at a very young age in an unknown world with a father l barely see twice a year. l became the Ceo of the Mason Corporation when l was just sixteen years old. At seventeen years I had a child and at eighteen years l came out to my father.

Mason takes a sip of the hot drink before setting it on the table. " You don't like it?" I ask and he sighs. " I am a whiskey person. Something to set my nerves ablaze." He confesses and I nod. " Don't get me wrong, I am not an alcoholic. It's just that my work needs someone who is always on their toes. " He continues and I give him a look of understanding. " So you are a police officer or something?" I ask, making Mason laugh. His laugh is music to my ears and it sends a shiver down my spine.