Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

DeWitt’s Pack 8

Mason Returns to His Mate

Mason DeWitt is on his way to see his brother after ten years of exile, but after stopping in at the local pawn shop to get some gas money, he runs into the one person he hoped not to see. His mate.

Derek McTavish has never forgotten Mason, even after ten  years, despite the fact that they only had a one-night stand —or four—together, and when he sees Mason again, he needs to act before the man leaves him again.

But Mason cannot forget that night when his wolf attempted to claim Derek. He believes it was sexual assault, and Derek believes otherwise, but will they reconcile their differences before a new group of hunters arrives to start a new war between wolf and man? Especially after Derek kills a hunter in self-defense, and now they want his head as much as  Mason's.

Genre:
 
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal,

Vampires/Werewolves

Length:
 
36,574 words

MASON RETURNS TO HIS

MATE

DeWitt’s  Pack 8

Marcy Jacks

EVERLASTING CLASSIC

MANLOVE

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED:

Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading onyour own personal computer or device.
 
You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book.
 
This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest.  Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright  Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. If you do not want this book anymore, you must delete it from your computer.

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at
[email protected]

A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

IMPRINT: Everlasting Classic ManLove

MASON RETURNS TO HIS MATE Copyright © 2012 by Marcy Jacks

E-book ISBN: 978- 1-62241-728-5

First E-book Publication: December 2012

Cover design by Harris Channing

All art and logo copyright © 2012 by Siren Publishing, Inc.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED:
 
This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

PUBLISHER

Siren Publishing, Inc.www.SirenPublishing.com

Letter to Readers

Dear Readers,

If you have purchased this copy of
 
Mason Returns to His Mate
 
by  Marcy Jacks from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book.

Regarding E-book Piracy

This book is copyrighted intellectual property. No other individual or group has resale rights, auction rights, membership rights, sharing rights, or any kind of rights to sell or to give away a copy of this book.

The author and the publisher work very hard to bring our paying readers high-quality reading entertainment.

This is Marcy Jacks ’s livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect

Ms. Jacks’s right to earn a living from her work.

Amanda Hilton, Publisher
w
w
w
.
S
i
r
e
n
P
u
b
l
i
s
h
i
n
g
.
c
o
m
w
w
w
.
B
o
o
k
S
t
r
a
n
d
.
c
o
m

MASON RETURNS TO HIS

MATE

DeWitt’s Pack 8

MARCY JACKS

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Mason DeWitt sighed as he put his junky Honda pickup in park.  He propped his elbow on the steering wheel and shoved his fist into his eye, rubbing away the tiredness he felt.

He couldn’t fucking believe he was back in this town. James was going to have kittens when his younger brother showed up, no phone call, no warning, not so much as a letter or text from the last decade.

It had been a long-ass drive, coming all the way down from  Northern Ontario, and getting through the border had been a pain in the ass, but he was finally back.

For whatever reason, Mason had woken up one day and felt more homesick than he’d ever felt in his life. It was pathetic, like he was a kid away at camp, but something inside of him had just snapped.

He wanted to go back to his pack, even if it was only to say he was sorry for the way he’d acted before they officially threw his ass

out.

There was one more person Mason thought he should say he was sorry to, but Derek was a human, and after what Mason had done to him, he figured it was best if he left the guy alone instead of stirring up his shit just because Mason was having a  couple of regrets.

8
                           
Marcy Jacks

He pulled the gold Rolex out of his pocket and stared at the thing.  Derek had given him this, once upon a time. The kid had stupidly bought it for a man he’d known less than a week, squandering a lot of the savings he needed to survive,  and after Mason had left, he’d clung to the thing like it was a teddy bear.

If Mason was finally going to let the other man go, he needed to stop holding on to the little things that reminded him of the guy.

That, and he kind of needed the money for gas and food.

That was why he’d parked in front of  The Old Highway  Pawnshop. He couldn’t believe this place was still in business after all these years. It actually caused a nostalgic twitch on the inside of his chest.

The pleasant feeling was replaced with dread when he was

reminded of what he was about to do.

Stroking his thumb over the glass face of the watch, Mason got out of his truck. The door creaked when he opened it, and rust was eating away at the edges of the vehicle.

Damn.

With nothing he could do about it, he took off his worn leather jacket and slung it over his shoulder and walked to the front door or the shop. He was pretty sure that the sign in the window that shouted
 
Come In! We’re Open!
 
was even the same one that had been used ten years previously.

He opened the door, the bell chiming as he entered, and he was still stroking the face of the watch as he approached the empty

counter.

* * * *

Derek heard the bell at the front door chime, and he hurriedly put the box of old game controllers he’d been searching through back on the shelf. “Be out in a minute!” he called, writing down the number of items in the box and their worth, according to the eBay page on his

Mason Returns to His Mate
                     
9

iPhone, and then taped it to the box before heading to the front of the

store.

There was a single man standing in the shop, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, looking up at the thirty-two-inch flat screen on the wall that had the week’s weather and a soccer game playing, on mute, of course.

Derek had never been a football or hockey type  of guy. He loved

soccer.

“Sorry, that one’s not for sale,” Derek said, turning away from the  screen before he got pulled into the game. “I have others if you’re  interested.”

“No.” The man turned. “I’m―”

He stopped before he could say anything his. His face drained of

color when he looked at Derek.

It took Derek about a split second to realize who was standing in front of him, too, and when it clicked, he was sure he was just as pale as Mason.

He couldn’t help the hopeful smile that came next. “Mason?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“It is you. Holy God, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“You have,” Mason said.

Derek’s face went from cold to hot in less than a second. Right, he knew what Mason was referring to. The last time they’d seen each other, they were both about the same age. Derek was twenty, and  Mason had just turned twenty-one.

He wouldn’t have known it to look at the other man. Mason had a

build that bodybuilders and personal trainers spent hours in the gym,

or hundreds of thousands of dollars, to get.

Derek had looked  exactly as any geeky twenty-year-old should.

He’d been scrawny.

That had always made his memories of their time together all the better. The thought that a built guy like Mason would ever look twice at a stick figure like Derek had always been something nice to think

10
                          
Marcy Jacks

about whenever he remembered the other man.

Mason smiled hesitantly and stepped forward. Only one step before he stopped. “What happened to you?”

“Late growth spurt, I guess,” Derek replied. “Work out three or four times a week though, for about an hour, and I don’t drink any protein shakes, so I’m pretty sure it was a growth spurt.”

Mason nodded, his eyes still glued to Derek’s body.

Derek liked the way he was being looked at. It was something he’d not quite gotten used to, and it was always flattering, considering he was the kid that got shoved into lockers in high school.