Private Eye Jason Priestley Novels & Stories

I was also worried they would reject me because I was an omega in this pack. I look up admiring my mate. Jason has dirty blonde short spiked hair, Amazing chocolate brown eyes, a strong prominent jaw shaved clean of any facial hair. Muscular shoulders and arms with a lean stomach and slender muscular legs. I squeeze his hand as we take our seats in the back seat. He looks down at me with a slight grin knowing I was just checking him out. "I Clarissa Klair Hercules, daughter of Beta Andrew Hercules and Melissa Clare Jackson accept you Jason Cole as my mate."

Jason was the driver for Stephen Jones, also one of my subjects. “Hello, Jason,” I said. “Hello, My King,” he answered. “I’m happy to serve you.” The kid was so formal. I looked up to see Earl smirking. He rearranged his features when he saw my glare. “Please report on the girl,” I said. Jason cleared his throat.

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

Other than Jason, there were no living relatives left for her. John studied the mighty Jason Cho. He was well aware of Jason Cho. His striking blue eyes were numb while his handsome features were solemn. He had heard a lot about this man. Jason was the CEO of Cho Corporations, the largest conglomerate in the country. At thirty one, Jason Cho was the most influential man in the business world. He was known for his strategic takeovers of other companies and his company was worth billions. Men envied him and women wanted to be with him but Jason was indifferent to other people.

I leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, scrolling through consultant profiles on my tablet, my finger finally stopping on a name. Jason Cole. His profile said he’d spent ten years as a specialist in Lockton’s trade sector, an expert in emergency procurement and warehouse logistics, known for his excellent reputation and discretion. I dialed the international number with a light tap, my tone as casual as if I were booking afternoon tea. The line connected almost instantly. A calm, professional American voice came through, perfectly clear. “Hello, this is the Jason Cole Consulting Studio. How may I help you?”

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged several dozens of blows, both equally matched. Among the crowd ashore, a man with a muscular build and a stern face said, “This is Tyr Summers who forced the Jones family to this extent? “Why do I get the feeling that with his capabilities, it seems impossible for him to push a first-rate family this far?” This man was James Martin, one of the Three Aces of Great Sky Group. Standing beside him was a man in his forties, dressed completely in white. He had a slender figure, vaguely looking like a priest. This man was Jason Garcia, also one of the Three Aces of Great Sky Group. It was said that his previous profession was indeed a priest.

Jason asked, his voice low, as he turned to face the priest, his tone revealing his impatience. The priest nodded and gestured toward the altar. "We are ready, Alpha." As the priest took his place, Jason glanced at his son Jerome, who had stood silently, observing the entire scene. Jerome's face was unreadable, but his eyes flickered to Natalie, who stood at his side, her expression soft but with a hidden glimmer of something he couldn't quite place.

Mateo lowered his voice, sounding disgruntled. “What’s the lawyer’s name?” Thiago frowned. “Cedric Dempsey.” Thiago inwardly cursed. Elijah was cunning indeed, managing to rope in the famous Cedric. Mateo stepped closer, “Funny thing is, this Cedric is the brother of Mrs. Anderson's male secretary, Jason Dempsey. It turns out that Jason is the baby of the Dempsey family! Hard to believe, huh?” A flicker of surprise crossed Thiago's eyes.

His presence seems to fill the entire room. It is not just his size, it is the power that radiates from his eyes when they land on mine. His brown shoulder-length hair is wild, and he is dressed in his red kilt, slightly different to Ethan’s. The sleeves of his cream shirt are rolled up to his elbows and I notice one of the tattoos on his forearms is a flower—a contrast to his otherwise hard demeanor. I grit my teeth, and hold my head high. I won’t cower before him.

His massive frame leaned backwards into the deep leather chair, his claws retrieving a flint stone to ignite a thick herbal smoke-stick. “Allow my intellect a brief window to evaluate the parameters.” Jason’s jaw muscles tightened into a hard line. Despite the lethal nature of his calculations, the surface of his face remained entirely smooth, projecting a harmless mask. At this exact heartbeat, however, his expression morphed into something highly insidious despite the artificial softness of his skin. His eyes were completely calm yet menacing at the same time. Within Paige Collins’s long-term memory, Jason had routinely operated as the most excellent, respectable child occupying the Miller