Johanna Mason Novels & Stories

She set back on Beth. "There was no other encounter after that," Louisa chastised. "Really, now?" She paused again, "Lemme tell you, Mason came here this morning just to be sure I knew something about Gianna being his daughter and why? Because you lied to him that it wasn't the case. I swear, girl, with the look on his face, I was this close," she left a tiny space between her thumb and index, "just this close to telling him the truth. Like, why would you do such a thing?"

(Danny POV) Beth just suggested that I spend a few nights “letting off steam” with another she-wolf. Was this her being helpful…. or manipulative? “I don’t care. Either way, it actually sounds good to me,” Mason said in a mind-link. “I miss Jenna.” He sent me a visual memory clip of Jenna naked the first time I took her. I felt myself get hard. Which made me feel even guiltier than I had been feeling before.

Kitty leads me over to an older woman wrapping pieces of meat in a crumbly dough. “Reindeer balls?” I question, standing beside her and she smiles. “Yes Luna, I am Johanna, we are preparing dinner for everyone and would be honored for you and the Alpha to join us,” Johanna looks up at me with the warmest smile, and I nod my head. “Thank you, my name is Liliana, and you can call me Luna Lily. The honor is ours; can I help?” I ask, sitting beside her while pulling my cloak off my arms letting it drape over my shoulders.

I said angrily, holding her face and forcing her to look at me. Johanna was an elderly woman who had once been a slave in our pack, but I had freed her and allowed her to marry and start a family. Since then, she had become a member of our pack and worked as a housemaid. I didn't want to resort to violence with someone so old, but I knew she was hiding something.

Lena was up very early just like she always did every day since she was eleven. She wore her favourite pink shirt and random shorts. She hurried outside without any footwear, she sat on her front porch and her friend Mason who was her next-door neighbour and her best friend joined her. “Hey, Lena!!” Mason waved at her as he ran down the stairs of his house and approached her. Mason looked like a regular teenager which he would have been but he came in contact with his grandmother’s ghost when he was eight years old and he can see them ever since as well as the ability to levitate and become invisible like a ghost.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up at her. "You’ve got some nerve, don’t you? You know Mr. Johnson has me by his side, but you still come here to seduce him? You must have a death wish!" Behind her, a woman, Anya Mason, chimed in, "Exactly! Don’t you get it? Our Marion is going to be Mrs. Johnson one day. Who do you think you are?" The whole group glared at me like they were ready to tear me apart.

"But remember this—I don’t love you. And I never will." Mason simply smiled. "We’ll see about that." There was so much love in Mason’s eyes that I was certain—Liza would be happy with him. Finally, everything was falling into place at the right time. Mason called Joanna, the doctor, who carefully nursed Liza’s wounded hands. We all sat in silence as time slowly passed. Joanna didn’t say much, but there was suspicion in her eyes. She had once told me that we were friends—something I had no memory of—but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was up to something.

With that regret still burning in his chest, he headed back home. Sometime one of his subordinates rushed over. "Alpha, we found Ms. Holt's trail in Ularia." Mason shot to his feet, hope flashing in his eyes for the first time. "Where is she?" "In Joolz, Ularia. We tracked her to a jewelry design company." Mason's fists tightened. "Prepare the plane," he said, voice low and determined. "I'm going to Ularia."

" Thank you so much ,Mason . without your help , I am unsure of bringing Nithra over for treatment " , Aria Joined both the palms and thanked Mason , heart out . Mason , the Personal Assistant of Asher Jonah . Her eyes of positivity immersed over unmentionable tears of overwhelming gratitude. Mason done a favour even after knowing about the upcoming consequences probable to take place incase ,if all got red handed.

"Back off, you trash! I'm Henry Jourdain's mother. Call him. Now. I'll beat him to death!" Her hair was hacked up, uneven—almost ridiculous. Still, she stood in front of me, shielding me like I was her kid. Gracie hit the floor, then snapped back up, furious. She slapped Johanna again. "You old thing, pretending to be my husband's mother? Look at you—think you're worthy? Not a single designer piece. If you're gonna fake it, at least make it believable!" Johanna always wore custom pieces—soft fabrics, no flashy logos.