Mason Novels & Stories

“No is no.” Mason chuckled. “You are cute when you try to act brave.” He commented, lifting her chin to look at him. “But it seems you don’t know who I am yet. Brownie.” He leaned in, his voice low and deadly. “My name is Mason King. Son of the Alpha king of the Everbite pack and soon to be Alpha. Brother to Darius King—the same Darius who can rip throats out without blinking, he thrives on pain, and I thrive on chaos.”

I look at the Alpha and then Mason and shrug, "now what?" Blade one of Mason's most trusted coughs, "a witch, a witch or a demon could be doing this, but I'm leaning towards witch." I turn and look at him, his sandy blonde hair is short on the sides and long on the top with waves, his dark blue eyes and bronze skin make him look like a California surfer. Mason nods at him, "could be, but why?" he turns to me, "piss off any witches lately?" I arch a brow at him, "no," I shrug.

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.

He heard the older wolves grumbling their approval, patting Caleb on the back. "See? You still have a pulse, pup," one whispered. "He'll move past it." Mason didn't care about their approval. He just wanted the hierarchy restored. He wasn't going to kill the boy—it wasn't worth the paperwork—but the boy needed to remember his place. He made his way toward the glass doors leading to the patio. He stopped by a window that stood open to the salt air. He caught the glint of copper hair and the sound of Julian’s voice.

He even dared to follow Hayden to his house! “Oh, wow! Big house, huh?” Mason said, strutting haughtily into Hayden's mansion like the owner. His neck moved as he took in the view. He nodded at the sight he saw, “Looks like your identity is really precious, huh?” Mason said, and with that, he sat on the sofa, spreading his legs wide like an uncultured brat.

Then he stood up, rounded the table and to my surprise, wrapped me in a big, bear hug. Mason was extremely handsome. At five feet eight plus my three inch heels, I wasn’t a small woman, but Mason towered over me with about four inches. He had long blond hair, and dark green eyes. He looked like a Viking. Well, if Vikings wore cargo shorts and T-shirts that is. “Is today costume day?” I asked when he pulled away. He threw his head back and laughed. “No. We just like to be comfortable when we work.

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

Mason asked as we walked back home funny enough he lived in the same apartment complex as me and due to experience it took me a while to finally accept that not all people are evil, especially when you have a short experience of someone like Sylvester. Funny enough how I didn't hear from him again. “Well it was fun, I had friends and families, I had a job and I pretty much had my life together!*. Liess!!!!!! “I have only been to Chicago once and that was it, I went to my grandma's funeral last year!” Masin explained. Mason was a tall chocolate skinned man. He had a beautiful set of brown eyes and his hair was very much curly. Hi

That didn’t mean no one would notice him, though. Mason was tall too, although Barry was taller, and for a tech geek, he was well built. He had that wonderful combination of dark hair and striking blue eyes that women noticed. Oh, and a chin dimple and cheek dimples when he smiled, not that he smiled often. Mason was a serious type. His brain was constantly thinking, constantly working and quite often he was lost in his own little world. If it weren’t for the other members of Alpha Pi Tau, he would probably never socialize. Making friends was too much work and meant leaving his apartment.

-Thank you very much, I will try to remember a number so I can call. Mason was a person who trusted too much, even that he would never lose his mobile phone and also contact with the outside, he also lost his documents and was about to enter surgery, it would be more difficult to find his family, fortunately he knew that Hernán would look for him soon, he was the only one who knew where he had gone, So he just had to rely on his friend.