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Mason’s heart dropped when he saw Jane tied up and sitting on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. How they had gotten a hold of her, he didn’t fucking know. One thing he did know was that heads were going to fucking roll if they harmed one damn hair on his mate’s beautiful head.
He had thought Jane would be safe and sound at his house, considering all the security he had in place there. He was going to have a chat with Giles when this was all said and done.
“Do you really think we would let you get away with this?” his father asked.
“Get away with what? I didn’t try to come back to the pack or family who shunned me. I started my own pack. My own life. Why are you here? Why now? I haven’t broken any of your rules.”
“Your mate.”
“What about her?” Mason asked as if it were no big deal.
“You cannot be allowed to pass your curse down to another generation,” his former alpha said.
“Really, Jax? That’s why you’re hounding me? Did you say the same thing to my father when he wanted to mate my mother?”
“What?” Jax said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I know damn well that you’re not as stupid as you look,” Mason said. Jax could try to play the bullshit card all day long, and he would call him out each and every time. He was done with all of the fuckery. One way or another, it would end today.
“Watch your mouth, boy, or I will end you right here. Right now,” Jax warned.
“You can try, but I’m not the same scared child that I was when you jumped me before. I’ve grown up since then.” Mason held firm in his stance. He wasn’t going anywhere. Jax and his father would not run him out of town and away from the pack he built. He was no longer the kid who Jax towered over. Mason was easily a foot and a half taller than his former alpha. Not to mention the fact that he had about eighty pounds of pure muscle on the scraggly man.
But Mason was no fool. He knew that Jax was sketchy when it came to fighting. He was small and fast and could stun an opponent with his speed alone. That didn’t mean Mason didn’t have a chance in a fair fight. Not at all. Mason knew he could take him with the tricks he had up his sleeve. Hell, he might even revel in giving his former alpha a beat down.
“You’ve grown bold and arrogant in the years you’ve been gone,” Jax growled at him.
“Not at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite. I see clearly now. I see through the bullshit. The fact that you would punish me for a gift so clearly given to me by my father.”
“I didn’t give you shit, boy. Other than your life,” his dad shouted in disgust. Spittle flew from his mouth with each word he spoke.
“Liar! Everyone can hear the lie you continue to spew. You know it. I know it. The packs know it. Gifts of this caliber are handed down from one generation to the next on the male side. I’ve done my homework over the years. Have you? The answer is simple, and it lies in the genetics of our species. So you seek to punish me for something you are guilty of yourself. Hypocrite much?”
Mason had had enough of his father's lies and his former pack’s bullshit. He was done with the lot of them. At some point in his life, he had hoped there could be peace between him and his people.
He no longer wished for that. Not when he saw the type of people who stood in front of him. They were not honorable wolves or honorable men. There was nothing good about them. They were simply the worst of the worst. They are the reason why shifters so often get a bad rap. People like his father, his former alpha, and their entire damn pack were to blame for the biases humans held against shifters.
“Is this true?” Jax asked, turning to his father.
“N … no. He’s lying,” his father stuttered.
Once again, Mason heard the lies spewing from his father's mouth. It appeared that Jax could as well.
“Does your pack know?” Jax asked Mason.
“Most of them, but not all. Not the ones you have tied up here. By the way, what was your plan for them? Were you going to kill them?” Mason asked.
“I hadn't decided yet.” Jax shrugged. “I'm still not a hundred percent certain. They look a little uppity to me, to be honest. I doubt many of them would be good for much of anything when it comes to serving beside me in my pack.”
“You're wrong. They don't deserve to die. They are good men. Good fathers. Good husbands. It's a shame you look for all the wrong things in the people you want by your side.”
“That makes them weak and pathetic. A pack should be strong and ruthless in order to do the things that need to be done in our world,” Jax said.
“Yes, our world can be fucked up. Especially when there are people like you and my father in it. If it weren’t for shifters like you, we would be a much more peaceful people. My pack has never been at war with any rivals. Can you say the same?” Mason paused to give Jax a chance to answer.
When no answer came, he continued on. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Instead, you trot your men into certain death, and for what? To what ends? To say that you beat another pack? Big fucking deal when you lose half your men doing it. There’s a different way of living life.”
“The pussy way,” Jax laughed.
