The Rouge and the Reject

King of the Grey Winds

~O’Leary Household~

“Nothing, nothing. FUCK!” Connor roared in frustration kicking a cardboard box sending it tumbling down the attic stairs. “There is nothing fucking in here!!!” he snarled stomping down the attic stairs he slammed the door shut with all his might snapping it clean off the hinges. Mason grabbed the door before it feel leaning against the wall in the hallway.

          “We haven’t found shit! Arya has nothing up there but a bunch of movies and clothes.” Connor punched another hole into the wall before storming down the stairs making his way to the kitchen, probably to grab another bottle of whiskey.

          They had called off the search, in order to let the pack rest for a few hours and go home to their mates. But Connor was furious and hadn’t been sober for more than an hour or so in the past forty eight hours. Mason had grown sick of Connor’s drunken stupor and belligerent attitude. Connor had turned into a drunken loser just like his father had, Mason couldn’t stand him anymore, and if he ever wanted Arya all to himself he needed to get rid of Connor. First he needed to find Arya, find some clue as to where she went.    

 Mason quietly made his way up the steps to the attic, the sweet lilac scent of Arya getting stronger, more intoxicating with each step he took. He looked around the small attic, and the small nest that Arya called home. A simple mattress and box spring laid on the floor covered in old sheets, quilts, pillows and clothes. Mason closed his eyes taking in a deep breath he basked in her scent, lilacs and summer rain. Just imagining her instantly relaxed every fiber in his being, his wolf howled inside him begging for his mate to be returned to him. Ever since Mason rejecter her, his wolf hasn’t shut up. Constantly whining, pacing through his mind, pushing thoughts into his head. He would conjure up images of him and Arya getting married, living a happy life, or simply having incredible sex. No not sex, making love. It took an extreme amount of control and determination to push the images out of his mind, and usually ending in an excruciating migraine. After a few blunts and a few bottles of gin he couldn’t feel a damn thing, and his wolf was nice and quiet. Unfortunately her face still crept into his mind every few minutes, her ocean blue eyes pulling him in. Mason laid down on the mattress, taking in her scent. He reached up under her pillow only to feel something stuffed under there. He pulled out a grey knit beanie hat that reeked of pine and marijuana, Daniel. A low growl rumbled from his chest, he had been in her fucking bed. Did they fuck? No he would have felt it.

Fucking kill him. His wolf thundered inside of him. Mason stood up stuffing the hat into his back pocket he looked down and noticed to small roaches on the floor. Mason picked up the roaches and sniffed them, Peach Zigzag. Only one person rolled Peach Zigzag blunts and that was Daniel. He stuffed the roaches in his pocket and quickly ran down the stairs; he sprinted through the hallway down to the first floor.

          “I’ll be back in a few hours, I need to go do pack stuff.” He quickly muttered to Connor before bursting through the front door towards his truck. Mason hopped in his large, expensive Dodge Ram and sped out of the shitty little neighborhood.

Twenty minutes later he arrived at his destination, a small cabin on the west side of town. He parked his truck and hopped out striding up to the porch he walked right in. The cabin was one room, a small kitchenette sat settled in the back corner next to it a small table built for two, maybe three people. The rest of the room was filled with computer monitors of every size. The entire cabin was filled with a thick fog of pot smoke and incense. There were pizza boxes, empty beer cans everywhere and a three foot bong on the floor by the computer desk. Sitting at a desk was a scrawny young man with messy black hair frantically searching through some website on one screen while playing World of Warcraft on another, above him he was glancing at an X-Men movie that was playing on another monitor.            

 

          “Mark.” Mason announced attempting to get the boys attention, a large pair of headphone sat on his head, and Mason could faintly hear loud heavy metal music. “Mark!” He yelled a little louder, nothing. Losing his patience Mason snatched the headphones off the boys head. In a panic the boy leapt out of his seat grabbing a 9mm Beretta from the underside of the table he turned around aiming the gun at the intruder. It took him a minute to register it was Mason, when he did his eyes practically bugged out of his head.

          “What the fuck?! Shit Mason you gave me a fucking heart attack I thought you were the fucking Feds!” Mark exclaimed placing the gun back under the desk. Mark was a genius, and like most geniuses in the world he gets bored and does ridiculous illegal things because he has the mental capability to outwit 99% of the planet.

          “Well I’m not the Feds, but I need you to do some work for me.” Mason said pulling the hat and roaches out of his pocket. Mark sat back down in his chair; grabbing a joint off the desk he lit it up taking a large hit.

          “What do you need boss?” he smiled passing the joint to Mason who gladly accepted it taking a large hit. As he passed him back the joint, Mason dropped the hat and roaches on the desk next to Mark.

          “This hat belongs to Daniel Murphy, that rogue that sells weed and lives in the Northern Forest. These roaches are his too, I need you to extract any DNA you can from them, hair follicles, saliva anything. Run it through some data bases, I want to know everything there is to know about Daniel Murphy. His family, where he is from. His two friends, Jeremy and Peter, I want everything on them too, where they met, how they met. I want pack records, when and where they went rogue, I wanna know where they get their weed. Who they’ve fucked, get me fucking everything.” Mark stared at Mason in disbelief for a moment before responding.

          “Y-you want all that from a hat? What’s going on dude?” Mason sighed in frustration, of course this hermit had no clue what was happening.

          “I’m sure you are unaware of the kidnapping that happened the other day. Connor O’Leary’s sister was kidnapped by Daniel and his goons and they seem to have disappeared off the face of the planet. I expect to have a file on him by tomorrow night at the latest, time is a factor.”

          “O’Leary’s sister?” Mark chuckled “You sure it was kidnapping? If I had a brother like that I’d be looking for any exit out.” Mark continued to laugh. “Just let the chick go dude, she doesn’t hold any value to the pack. Let O’Leary find a mate to beat on instead now. At least then he can get laid, you can’t fuck your sister. I mean I hope he wouldn’t.”

          Mason saw red. Letting out a primal snarl he reached down grabbing the boy by the throat he lifted him out of his seat smashing him against the wall next to the computers. Mark gasped for air his hands clawing at Mason’s hand that was crushing his throat.

          “I didn’t ask for your fucking input Mark. I’m your fucking Alpha, when I ask for something you say ‘Okay boss’ and then you turn the fuck around and pause your little game and do what I asked you to do. Do I make myself fucking clear?” Mason sneered tightening his grip around a struggling Mark’s throat.

          “O-o-okay…boss.” Mark barely managed to get out. Mason dropped the kid on his feet. Mark quickly got to work without another word Mason left the cabin slamming the door behind him. Fucking kid had balls talking to him like that. Mason stormed over to his truck and got in slamming the door he put the key in the ignition and the truck roared to life.

        He sped off, heading towards the Northern end of his territory. Mason would hunt through every inch of those swamps until he found their hide out. When he did he would rip it apart till he found every piece of evidence he could. Mason had a plan; he would find them and kill Daniel with his bare hands. He would do it without Connor, and take Arya for himself. Mason dared Connor to get in his way; he had no problem ripping him to shreds in front of the entire pack to show them whose boss.  Show them how their fucking king was, and it was time people started bowing down.

AN: Thank you guys so much for all the feedback! Sorry it's a little short but as promised I updated quicker! There's a picture of Mason for you! He's pretty evil huh? Don't worry he will become even more evil just wait! Mwahahaha!!! 

Sorry I'm stoned. Hahaha anyway, votes and comments  are always nice! 

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