The Rouge and the Reject

We're all Mad Here

Grey Winds Pack Territory.

In the months following the Rogue's disappearance, Mason had become increasingly unreasonable and irate. After slaughter a third of his pack members, Sean had finally convinced him to stop murdering innocent people and try to find a better outlet for his rage and jealousy. Mason turned to the alternative he had been putting off since his mate had run off. Mason spent weeks driving down to the city, hopping from one bar to the next in search of the perfect specimen. After a few weeks of searching he found exactly what he was looking for. Mason took his time carefully planning out the perfect abduction, although he should have expected Sean to fuck it up and take longer than anticipated. Mason was furious, he had planned everything so precisely and of course his beta was too fucking stupid to complete this simple task.

Mason sat fuming in his office behind his desk. Tapping his fingers on the top of the desk he glared at the clock that sat on the wall opposite of him. He had been waiting for his men to come home with his prize for over two hours now. After spending weeks searching for the perfect prize and now that he had found it, he did not want to wait any longer. Finally deciding to figure out what the fuck was going on, Mason pulled his phone out of his pocket he dialed Sean's number growling lowly as it rang a few times.

"Yes Alpha?" Sean finally answered.

"Where the fuck are you?!" Mason snarled murderously into the phone.

"We're pulling into our territory now. There were some complications with the pick up."Sean replied in an exasperated tone.

"It shouldn't have taken this long, what are you stupid or something? It's a weak little human, you're a fucking werewolf." Mason snapped.

"Weak little human or not this chick can run like crazy, we chased her five blocks before she tripped and fell." Sean tried to reason.

"I don't have time for excuses. What's its condition?" Mason bit out angrily.

"Unconscious at the moment. Probably sleep it off till tomorrow morning."

"Well hurry up I'm tired of waiting." Mason grunted before ending the call. Standing up from his desk he left his office and made his way across the hall to his bedroom. Mason made sure to lock all of the windows before closing the black curtains blocking the silver moonlight that had shimmered through. He took his time tidying up his room preparing for his guest. After making the bed, he started a fire in the fireplace giving the large bedroom a cozy aura. Sean had still not arrived, Mason would scold him when he returned. He had long ago lost his patience with Sean, he was a despicable excuse for a Beta. Mason actually preferred Connor and his drunken escapades. Unfortunately for him, Connor was long gone, completely off the map. Mason suspected he had gone and gotten himself killed on his search for Arya.

Speaking of Arya... Mason let out another growl. Fed up with Sean's tardiness, he decided to lose himself in liquor. Walking over to his small bar area, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. Quickly tossing the drink back, he poured another and lit up a cigarette. Leaning against the bar he continued to gulp down whiskey and pour another glass, puffing on his cigarette in between glasses.

Mason was on his sixth glass of whiskey when there was a knock on his door. Not moving from his spot at the bar he grunted out a response to the knock.

"What." He muttered.

"It's me." Sean spoke quietly from the other side. Mason strode over to the door and flicked the lock, ripping it open. There stood Sean holding the young girl in his arms, her hands and feet were bound with duct tape a bag over her head. Mason smiled brightly at the specimen in Sean's arms.

"Well done. Took you long enough." Mason growled at Sean stepping aside he gestured for him to enter. "Put her on the bed, I'll take care of the rest."

Reluctantly Sean stepped into the room making his way to the massive king size bed he placed the poor human on the bed. He felt sick to his stomach, unable to blow his cover Sean had to follow ordered. No matter how grim they were.

"Get out. I want no one to come into my wing and disturb me no matter what happens. Tell everyone leave me the fuck alone." Mason snapped, Sean sighed and quickly left the room without another word. Once he was in the hallway Mason slammed the door shut locking it.

Mason turned around and gazed at his prize who sat motionlessly on his bed. She couldn't have been more perfect. He had waited far too long for her. Walking over to her, he grabbed his pocket knife off of the night stand. Sitting down on the large bed beside her, Mason inspected her. Careful to not harm her, Mason took his knife and cut the duct tape that constricted her legs and wrists. Once her arms and legs were free Mason took the liberty of pulling off her small heels placing them on the floor by the bed. A grin worked its way onto his face as he unbuttoned her tight skinny jeans and wiggled them down her long creamy legs. Tossing her jeans to the floor, Mason slowly pulled the covered out from under her and tucked her into bed. Finally he decided to pull the bag off of her head, Mason couldn't have been more pleased. Her face was perfect, everything was perfect except for one flaw. Bright blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders past her breasts, but that was no problem, he would send Sean out tomorrow to buy a box of hair dye.

Mason changed out of his clothes and into a pair of sweats. Once he was comfortable he crawled into his bed next to the sleeping girl. He smiled brightly at the girl reaching up to caress her cheek he spoke softly.

"Sweet dreams, Arya."

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