Mason's Law Novels & Stories

“I am only doing what is best for the good of all wolfkind, Doctor Emma,” Mason said through the phone. “What good is the countless dead bodies of women and children on the streets, Mason,” Emma demanded. “Explain that to me.” “To make room for the strongest, the weak has to be wiped out,” Mason replied coldly. “So, more dead bodies,” Steven said, already fed up with the conversation. “Do not be so shortsighted, Steven. Look at yourself, you were once infected by the virus and you should be dead but somehow, here you are talking, fighting and surviving,” Mason said. “Which means that you have a cure.”

My voice cracked on the single word. I heard the scrape of fabric, a muffled sound that might have been a chair pushed against a wall, or maybe footsteps close by. His voice came back after what felt like an eternity, clipped, urgent. “If I can get proof,” Mason said, “you will have what you need. But I cannot guarantee I will make it out if he finds out.” My heart beat shot up again. His voice sounded further away now, distorted, like the connection itself struggled to carry his warning.

Something flickered across his eyes, and then he nodded. “Words, Mason.” “Yes,” Something felt off about it. It almost sounded uncertain on his tongue. “Who?” My stomach twisted. “Sorry, I can’t tell you sir,” he said, “I might die for it.” My stomach twisted. “Were you threatened?” Mason cleared his throat. “When I found out about the dog syndrome, I felt horrible,” he said. I rolled my eyes. Was that supposed to make me feel better? “So I told the person I wasn't able to pull through,” he said, “so the person doesn’t know you’re an omega.”

That bastard was manipulating my wolf. "Mason is the only one that has access to that variant. The most alarming part is that most of the instruction emails sent by the Baron are from that computer," he said, and I gasped from shock. We were also able to investigate those accounts, and we realised that they belonged to a Mathlaw. Now there are only three Mathlaws. Lucas, Sylvia and Mason. All the people we got have identified the Baron as male, so Sylvia is out of the equation. The Baron comes down to Lucas and Mason. I am leaning more towards Mason because of the reverence he has been given. Banning them from selling the drug to Gwen and them referring to Gwen as Luna also solidifies my gue

"It’s the only card you have." "You must despise me." "Nothing else matters except Shea’s recovery," Ethan said, standing up. "Ethan, wait," Jess pleaded. "Your mother’s birthday is this weekend. Mason is throwing a massive gala. She really wants the family together. Please be there." "I'll think about it," he replied, already out the door. His mind was elsewhere. He needed to find the doctor who woke the dead. At the High Court of Mysticfall, the gavel struck the bench like a thunderclap. James Worsley was sentenced to the ultimate penalty!

he said, throwing a file my way. I went through the file and found out that Mason was stripped of his license a long time ago in Canada because he became obsessed with a married woman, drugged her, and made her pregnant. The name of the woman is Mavis... This is the same woman who always disrespects my wife. What game is Mason playing? I look at the two newfound family favorites and smirk.

Jaxon said. Mason looked up. "Effective immediately." Jaxon's voice was quiet. Worse than shouting. "You defy my Luna in my own house. You invoke my grandfather's name like a shield. Consider this a lesson in loyalty." "And if I refuse the lesson?" Jaxon's eyes were gold and empty. "Then consider it a delayed expulsion from the pack." Mason gathered his ledger. His hands didn't shake. He walked past Caleb, past Selene, past the parcels spilling silk like viscera. At the door, he stopped.

Lucien's icy gaze never left him. "You've done enough." Mason chuckled softly. "I've broken no laws today." "No." Lucien's voice dropped lower. "But don't mistake today's ruling for my approval." The smile vanished completely. "If you so much as breathe in my wife's direction again..." He took one slow step forward. "...I'll personally make sure every restriction available under pack law is enforced." The hallway had become completely silent as no one dared interrupt. Mason looked at me one last time. "I suppose we'll meet again." Then he walked away.

"We did that dance yesterday. It’s losing its novelty." Mason opens his mouth to bark a retort, but I just sigh and push myself up from the chair. "Fine," I say, letting the exhaustion show. "I'll go back to my glass cage." I start to brush past him, but his voice stops me at the threshold. "Rowan." I pause in the doorway, waiting. "There is a hierarchy here. I will not have it undermined." Mason’s gaze is like cold steel. "You can play at defiance all you like, but in this territory? I am the law. I win. Every. Time."

(Mason) The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I’m not winning the argument. The argument keeps going like this. Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.