Mason Winter Novels & Stories

I type Chase, I- The doorbell rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. Mason is standing on the porch. He’s wearing a navy suit and an expression that looks suspiciously like poorly concealed triumph. "It's eight-thirty," I say, pulling the door open. "I bring news." He walks past me into the hallway. "Are you drinking wine? Tell me you're drinking wine." "I’m drinking chamomile tea because I severely dehydrated myself last week, remember?" Mason grimaces. "Right. Tea is fine. Sit down." I follow him into the living room and sit on the edge of the armchair.

“A lot of witches worked at that club, and I’ll bet anything that none of them made it home last night…” Once a replacement showed up, we were able to leave. We gave Mason a ride back to the house, but the entire drive I couldn’t get his grimace out of my head. He sat in the back seat, his cheek against the window and his warm eyes halfway closed. His light brown hair was sun bleached from how much time he spent training or on patrol and was beginning to grow past his jawline. “Mason?” I called out and heard him grunt in response. Breyona snickered, “he’s been hanging around Tristan too much.”

I step back from the window anyway. Mason gets out of the car last. He stands on the sidewalk and tips his head all the way back to look up at the building, mouth open, like he's counting floors. Then he spins around and says something to Nick with his whole body, arms wide, and even from up here I can see that he is thrilled. To him this is an adventure. He has no idea what it is to the rest of us. I put my cold coffee in the sink and go to wake Mia.

Mason shuddered and approached Autumn apprehensively. “My Queen, Kaze has stepped down from his mayoral position. Yet, he still wants to control the city and insult the Ridgesouth Quints. It’s only fair that I retaliate by squashing his business. Don’t you think so?” Mason hissed through clenched teeth. He knew Autumn would not go easy on him. However, he did not want to be publicly slapped just like Sieg. “Smack!”

The view that met me at the top stole my breath. The skyline stretched endlessly beneath us. Los Angeles. Distant, golden, and almost small from up here. The air was still, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. “I come here when I need to scream,” Mason said, sitting on a flat rock and stretching his legs. “Sometimes I actually do scream.” I sat beside him. “Seriously?” “Not always out loud. But sometimes yeah.” I laughed, softly. We sat in silence for a moment, the breeze tugging at strands of my hair. It was peaceful. And real.

"Weeks ago." "Weeks ago?" I gasp. My eyes go huge. I thought he did it yesterday! Mason nods slowly, closing his eyes. "So you knew," I whisper. "You knew you would get me into your den." Mason looks at me for a long time. Then he tells me the truth. "I knew, Rowan. I was so sure of it, I told them not to buy the winter line. Everything in there is for the hot summer, because I knew my wolf could not wait months to claim you."

They were bright red Mason????

Mason stood up without another word and plugged the main transformer link into the wall, instantly illuminating the compact living space with the warm, brilliant glow of a dozen white snowflake displays. “You know what?” he said, clapping a heavy hand against my shoulder to ground my senses. “This winter cycle, we are establishing a solstice celebration that belongs exclusively to our circle. No arrogant, corporate Alpha husband. No terrifying matriarch lurking in the shadows.” I tracked his attempt to project an air of absolute pack authority, and for the first time in weeks, a genuine laugh cleared my throat. “Deal.” I silently resolved that I would navigate my way to St. Mary’s Private Ho

But he wasn’t my mate. ‘There are chosen mates,’ my wolf whispered. ‘But why rush into that? Let’s have fun. He made you happy.’ Mason said he was a warrior from Ironfang. With most of Sawyer’s warriors deployed to the border for wall construction, it was reasonable to assume he might be there. “No, that doesn’t matter. I have a job to do,” I told myself and went back to checking schedules. Later that afternoon, I found myself walking toward the border. I couldn’t focus. My thoughts kept going back to Mason. I needed to get outside and clear my head.

she greeted, her voice measured but with a hint of suppressed fury. The werewolves and Mia watched in tense silence as the two figures faced off, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. The werewolves and Mia stood rooted to the spot, their breaths held in anticipation as they watched the standoff between Kali and Mason unfold before them. Mason, appearing to be in his mid-thirties, exuded a suffocating dark aura of power as he stood tall for a human at over 6.5 feet.