Oskar Greason Novels & Stories

After sliding into the car and locking it, I started the car engine. Stepping on the accelerator, the tires screeched against the ground. I began heading towards Freya’s side. Mason’s words echoed in my head. Someone wanted me to become an Omega just so my father wouldn’t make me the board of chairman. Who could’ve done that? Mr. Grey. I knew that man always hated me. But how could Mason have done that? How could he have betrayed me? It didn’t take long, I arrived at Freya’s house. I pressed the doorbell.

Harry sent Brooklyn a look. "What leads you to that conclusion?" Greyson asked. "I've been keeping tabs on him. Everything adds up," Oscar said. Greyson sighed and nodded. "And why did you not tell us this when we first questioned you?" "I was scared," Oscar admitted. "Scared of Ben finding out. He's good. One of the best hunters I've seen." "Well, there's been no deaths in a town full of werewolves," Greyson said. "He's not doing very well at the moment."

Grayson didn't let him keep it. He stepped forward once, twice, until Lennon had to tip his head back to hold eye contact. Up close he smelled like cedar and something musky. “You were late,” Grayson said, almost softly. “I… Sorry, traffic.” That was a lie. Grayson's gaze dipped to Lennon's mouth, then lower, lingering on the faint red mark peeking above his collar. When he spoke again, his voice was... deeper. “Traffic,” he repeated in an almost amused tone. “Interesting.”

Greyson Elliot sneered at me from behind a huge cherry oak desk. Fuck. At least I know his name, I guess. ​

He arched a brow, regarding me for a brief second before shifting his focus back to the document in his hands. “I’ve reviewed your portfolio, Miss Grant,” he said, his tone clipped and distant—just as it always was on television. “It’s a pity that a mind like yours has been sitting idle all these years.” His voice was as sharp as the reports of the stock market he so often discussed. Oscar Gray was all business—always. Unlike his wealthy counterparts, he had never been caught in a scandal, let alone linked to any romantic entanglements. It was as if emotions had no place in his world.

He bowed before us and greeted us. "Hello I am Alpha King Greyson, of Lycandor. Pleased to make your acquaintance, your highness's." His manners shocked me. I expected him to be a total barbarian because of they way he was dressed but in fact, he seemed a perfect gentleman. I giggled at my insight, looking at his furs. He glanced up at me through his lashes and smirked at me. As soon as he straightened up his smirk disappeared and he was all back to business. I shifted uncomfortably in my heels and stumbled forward into him.

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Jason smiled devilishly as he pulled the safety from his gun. "What do you want?" Sebestian sighed as he was aiming his gun at Jason. He was now cornered. He didn't want Adom to die. His alpha leaped as he saw his omega struggling in Jason's grip. He was slowly losing consciousness as his airway was cut off.

I breathed, feeling truly relaxed for the first time in days. "Indeed," Lucas agreed, but when I glanced up at him, I realized he wasn't looking at the beach at all. His eyes were fixed on me, filled with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. I cleared my throat, breaking the moment. "Why did you bring me here, Lucas?" I asked, continuing our walk along the shoreline. He was quiet for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. "I needed to show you that the Greys aren't as terrible as the rumors make them out to be," he finally said. "Especially Damien. He's... he's been through a lot."