Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Deacon is a brute of the highest order, who probably got his training in Juan's school of charm for asshats, and half drags me, half lets me walk on my own feeble legs down the corridor to an elevator. Only stopping to bark orders at another guard sat at a desk nearby, before shoving me inside and taking me down to a level that has an air of aircraft hangar. The doors slide open to reveal a large, empty garage like space, in semi darkness, with concrete floors, and strip lighting on the ceiling, which stands a good twenty feet above us. The space is huge and there are three trucks parked at the far end on what looks like a platform, which I'm assuming raises up. It's dull, definitely many degrees colder, and seems like a part no one frequents all too often.

As we walk the lights begin to flick on automatically over our heads, and I note at the semi middle of the wall on the left a low glow is already illuminating from what seems to be an open alcove. From this angle I don't really see what it is until we walk level with it and turn right, my head snapping to turn back, even while being dragged along away from it, so we head in its exact opposite direction where I catch glimpse of what it actually is.

A room behind a full glass wall stretching its width for ample viewing, that looks like at one point it's been a sectioned area for parking and was repurposed. There are tire grids running up to the window, but the inside room it has concrete smooth floors as though they were resurfaced. It houses a bed right in the center, surrounded by machines, and carts, and equipment, all making flashes, and low beeps, and hums, keeping the solitary figure within the bed silent.

A motionless brunette woman, hard from this angle to tell if it's Sierra, is laid out like sleeping beauty, amid wires and tubes, under a single dull spotlight hanging directly over the bed. It's almost like an art piece of a priceless mummy in a museum, she's so still, pale, and lifeless, and it tightens my stomach in knots, choking me with emotion.

She's on full view to this entire area in her glass box, yet completely unmanned and without any kind of caregiver keeping an eye on her, which speaks volumes. I guess all the monitors and machines are doing the job of people, and it breaks my heart to see her so alone, even if she isn't aware of it. Colton would die if he saw the way she's being kept, with no human contact, no care or interaction… just machines, and isolation, in a god damn basement. My heart aches for her, for him, and I'm glad he doesn't know this is what Juan has done to his mom.

Deacon gets annoyed with my straining backwards to stare and jerks my arm cruelly, snapping my face back around and I give him a hateful scowl, scared of him less and less the more I'm in his company. He's a typical Santo bully and not unlike a lot of the pack were my whole life. Pushing people like me around, in a bid to exert his dominance in the hierarchy. He would last ten seconds out there if he made me mad enough to throw air at him, as stupid as that may sound. He's a dumb jock type, with a bad attitude, and the need of a dart gun to take down a running femme…. Loser.

I'm guessing it's the backup room should they need to move her to do whatever, or maybe in case something happens in there and she needs moving over here. God knows, but it's almost identical and I wonder if there was ever a second person like Sierra here. Or maybe

single hospital bed in the center, which appears to be bolted down, and a wall of units and cupboards behind it. One corner holds a very public portable toilet that the other room's lacking, and I don't struggle when Mr. Security. pulls me up level with the transparent wall. There's no privacy or places to hide with its matching glass barrier and as we

at Deacon, who's avoided saying anything more to me since we left the doctor in our wake. The only words were uttered at the guard outside the door, when he

to our right and pushes me inside aggressively when the door slides open. It's a little sci-fi tech, and I refuse to react in any other way than hostile bitch. I almost trip over my own feet and end up slapping my hand on the wall to steady myself, before turning my head with a half turn to snarl at him, wishing I could turn, because that boy's throat would be in much

almost can't contain the sudden hatred of him. I can almost taste his blood, and feel his pulse beating out of his jugular, as I focus on what I could do given half the chance. I spin back to him fully, my robe flapping around so he probably gets an eyeful of naked ass as I did so, and throw the angriest, hostile,

one time. God, it made me hard to see you go down like a sack of shit." He smirks as the door slides shut, and the urge to punch him in the throat overwhelms me to the point I angry jump at the door as it slides

at him and return the smirk he's dishing me as he turns on his heel to go, face grim with a darkening mood. I can tell I pissed him off on every level but he's trying

using the name I gave him, and I throw sass right

wolf with no standards and loose panties… right up your street. Might get laid for the first time in your life. She's a prize bitch, to match your prize assholeness!!" I yell it after him, temper unleashed a little, and furious for the sake of being furious. Annoyed I find myself banged up in this

Deacon a new asshole. He would beat seven shades of shit out of him, without even needing to turn wolf. That's the difference between an asshole looking to be Alpha and one who is naturally born that way.

has the last word and leaves. Stalking back the way we came, like an arrogant shit head who needs to go