Ally Mason Novels & Stories

”Yeah, I’m ready, I was just talking to Tessa here” I reply and look at Tessa, who is currently hanging upside down on Mason’s shoulder. ”Yeah, this is Mason, he’s a future warrior from our pack, Mason, this is Celine, my mate” Liam introduces us. ”Hi, nice to meet you” I smile at Mason. ”Hello, good to meet you, I hope my girl wasn’t bothering you too much, she can be quite a handful” Mason chuckles and smacks Tessas ass on his shoulder. ”Hey, I am not a handful” She shouts while laughing. ”See you” Mason tells and turns around, Tessa still on his shoulder. I turn to look at my mate. He looks at me with a big smile.

"I'm Jeremiah, Warden Lieutenant." "Hollyn? What do you think?" I asked her. Careful to use her real name. I wasn't giving any of these assholes intimate knowledge of my girl. She nodded. "That is fine." She turned back to Mason. "Are you a god?" He smiled. Shook his head. "No, goddess. I am merely a created being." Kiema raised a hand. "Mason has immense power." "And you two?" Cheeks nodded at Lukas and Atlas.

Did the rest of you hear it as well? “Papa, Em, huh? Well, I like it!” Mate of my son, that deep voice you heard was Mason. He is Ryans Lycan wolf. He is the only of his kind to exist and has many abilities that the rest of us do not have. One of those is he has the ability to speak out just like us. You’ll get used to it soon. The rest of us find it amusing as fuck when listening to them argue back and forth with one another. They look silly as shit cause they share a body but each have their own voice.

Andrea left them immediately. "Don't you dare show your flirty smile at her," he warned Mason as he glared at him. Mason just laughed. "Ha-ha, don't worry. I have my own woman," he said. "Oh? Did you already find yourself a mate?" Alpha Bryan asked. Mason just laughed. "Ha-ha, no. I still haven't found my mate, but I have a girlfriend," Mason said. Alpha Bryan just shook his head in disbelief. They decided to go inside Alpha Bryan's office to discuss everything that Mason needs to report to him.

It was so hectic already. “Greetings Alpha. We hope you are in good health.” Mr. Mason said with a short bow. He was the second in charge of counsel after his father. Though he greeted my father, I accepted his wishes. He was a man of diplomacy. His eyes scanned my body and he smiled sweetly. He was being something he wasn’t.

Mason sat on a couch while Landon sat beside Evelyn on the same couch. “Good morning, sir. I have really missed you,” Ayla said as she gazed at the plaster on Mason’s head. “My good daughter, good morning; I have missed you too. How are you?” Mason said. “I am fine, sir,” Ayla said. “That’s good. Professor MacPherson, thank you for all you’ve done; I am very appreciative,” Mason said slowly. “You are welcome, sir. I am running out of time and I need to go now,” professor MacPherson said after he had glimpsed at his wrist watch.

Mason adds flatly, “this is the part where I’d be proud.” I grin and lean forward. “No worries, man. I’ll carry the pride for you. Heavy burden, but I’ve got the biceps.” Mason’s lips twitch—not quite a smile, but the closest he’ll ever get. Without another word, he turns and heads down the path toward the dorms. “Friendly guy,” I mutter. Eva exhales like she’s been holding it in. “That’s Mason. Executioner since before I was brought here.” “No relation to Elder Mason, I take it?”

His wolf fought to take control of his body, and this time, he didn’t hold it back. “What did you just say?!” Daniel yelled, walking over to Mason. “White brat, it seems your parents did a terrible job at teaching you manners, and maybe I can help you with that.” Mason turned deliberately, his alpha aura spreading across the road. Though still a teenager, he held the title of Alpha Mason, heir to one of the most powerful alpha males in the world. His scent alone could make omegas drop to their knees and beg for forgiveness. But Daniel didn’t flinch. He was Amber’s elder brother, and that meant more to him than any title.

Mason had four sons: Ethan, the champion race car driver; Julian, the billionaire CEO; Ryan, the professional hockey player; and Noah, the fourth son, who used a wheelchair and rarely appeared in public. When Mason introduced me, he said, “This is Alara. When she turns eighteen, she may choose one of you as her fiancé. The man she chooses will inherit the company.” I immediately said, “No. I’m not marrying anyone.” Mason only smiled. “We’ll talk when you’re older.” Everyone thought I would choose Ethan. So did I.

“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.