The Alphas Assassin (Complete)

*Ariella* “Ari! Dammit kid, where are you!” I rolled my eyes and sighed, looking up to the ceiling from my spot in front of my computer. I was where I always was, in my room, at my computer with a drawing pad placed in my lap as I leaned back with my feet rested on the edge of my desk, watching the drawing program follow my pen strokes. “Ari!” The door opened and I flicked my eyes over to the man who had burst into my room. Mason scowled angrily at me, an expectant look on his face as if he was waiting for an explanation. “Why aren’t you training?” I shrugged as I flicked the pen messily around the pad. “Bored.” I said matter-of-factly. His blue eyes fumed. His nostrils flared as he stared down at me. “Ari.” He growled. “You can’t skip training because you're bored.” I shrugged my shoulders again and dug my pen into the pad, deepening the colour of the strokes I made. “I’ll be fine.” “You understand your first big assignment is coming up in less than 2 weeks, correct?” “Correct.” I said, turning the pad slightly to accommodate a weird stroke. “Then why aren’t you taking advantage of the last few days you have before you’re sent to the field by yourself?” I sighed and rolled my eyes, straightening my body as my feet fell from my desk and I turned to look him in the eyes. “Because, tiring myself out on the same training I've been learning for 10 years is only going to wear me out and affect my ability to function properly.” I responded, pushing golden-brown hair from my face behind my ear, “And wasn’t it you who said a tired mind is just as dangerous as an untrained one?” “That is no excuse to miss your mandatory training.” “Where in the ‘rule books’ does it say I need to attend training up to the very second I get sent out on my first solo operation.” He couldn’t argue with that. “Ari, after everything I have done for you, you still remain disobedient toward me.” “Yet you still keep me around.” I responded, c*****g my head to the side and raising a dark eyebrow at him. He couldn’t argue that either. Mason sighed, half defeated and half irritated with me. Mason was a wolf in his later thirties, who had taken me in after a pack killed my parents in an ambush. My tiny pack of wolves was wiped out, and none but myself were spared. I was 9 at the time, and Mason was 25. He was in line to be the leader of a large pack of rogues who specialized in assassinations and inside theft and other jobs that no self loving wolf or pack would normally participate in. For some reason he took pity on me, 9 year old Ariella of the desecrated Waning Moon pack, whose entire family and pack members were slaughtered in cold blood… He found me days after the attack, wandering barefoot in ragged clothing in the woods on the very edge of my pack's old borders. He was kind, he took me in, and for 10 years he raised me like his own daughter, of which he never had his own. Mason introduced me to the secretive life of him and his pack members shortly after I came to stay with him. Their pack house sat on a stretching area of farm land near where my pack had once ruled, his family members before him had owned the house and the hundreds of acres around it, and when his father died, leaving the pack without a leader, he had left that land and the pack to his oldest son, Mason. Mason came from a long line of assassins and mercenary type folk. Always a band of misfit wolves from other packs who went rogue for a multitude of reasons. But one thing they all had in common, was their loyalty to Mason and his family for their charity and willingness to accept and train anyone who showed that they truly wanted to be there. I had no choice in the matter. Weeks after I came to live at the farm with Mason and his band of rogues, he introduced me to the lifestyle I would spend 10 years training into. I was raised to kill, trained to be tactful and sneaky. Even at such a young age I knew that a large pack had been behind the murders of my own. I knew that some alpha had called the okay to murder the members of Waning Moon, and thus, leaving me orphaned and fending for myself, too young to even shift yet. I was the youngest member to begin training, and Mason had trained me himself. Typically they only allowed members of 15 years or older to begin training, 15 was when most wolves shifted for the first time, and if not, it only took most others another year to do so. Mason had just finished his training when he found me at 25 years old, and was reluctant to let me begin, but I begged, and weeks later, when I turned 10 I shifted, 5 years earlier than most any wolves ever do, so he relented and began my training only a few days later. Now, a few days short of my 20th birthday, I was the youngest operative to have graduated from their makeshift regiment of training, and would be the youngest sent out on a solo mission with my own personal vendetta against someone. Mason always told me that making a job personal could endanger myself and others. But in my mind, there was no other way to avenge my family's death than by taking something from the members of the pack that executed them. And to me, that was the Alpha of the Full Moon pack. “Ari…” Mason scolded in his deep voice, “You have 5 days until you turn 20. And 10 until I send you out on this mission that you have been dead set on completing since you were 9 years old, and you are sitting here, wasting the last few valuable days of training on drawing and daydreaming…” I rolled my eyes again. “Mason…” “Ariella… Report to the training field immediately. That is not a request.” he turned abruptly from my room and stomped out, his heavy boots carrying him down the hall of the giant ranch style house. I sighed and put my hands on my hips. Looking around my neat room and picking up a maroon sweater from atop my dresser and pulling it over myself, bundling my long brown hair into a messy bun on the top of my head before I left the room, my tennis shoes hung in my fingers as my bare feed padded quietly down the wooden floors. I stepped out and into the short, soft green grass before I took in a deep breath of the cool early spring air. Smiling as birds chittered and chirped in the trees. I watched a black squirrel bounce happily over the ground to a tree and pick at the grass. I could see others hanging around the training field. An old horse yard with dummies and other training equipment. I thought it would have been way more useful for barrel racing like what it was a few years ago. But they moved the horses out to the pastures and made this area the training area for us. Mason liked being able to see the trainees rather than having them train further out where he couldn’t keep a close eye on us. Carter was leaning on the wooden fence, his tight workout pants clinging to his well built legs and sweat glistening from his sculpted shoulder muscles. His light blond hair curled from the moisture rolling off his forehead. He smiled at a trainee, who was eyeing him hungrily as she leaned over the fence, her low cut tank top letting her breasts spill over for viewing. I grinned, knowing Carter, he’d be leading the poor young trainee on. Letting her think she’d get something from him, and while handsome, and any woman would kill to be with a guy like that, I knew she wouldn’t get anything. I placed my hand on his lower back as I approached and he smiled down at me as he turned. The trainee, Melany, gave me a courteous smile. “Mel, we will revisit your form later, time for my next session.” She smiled warmly at him and nodded as she turned on her heel and left us. “Are you teasing the poor females again?” I asked with a pouting face. He grinned and shrugged, “I don’t do anything even remotely close to teasing.” “You’re so nice every woman thinks you’re flirting.” He shrugged again, “Not my fault.” “Where’s Louis?” I asked. “Sleeping, we had a late night.” I rolled my eyes, “With a mission or with each other?” “Both.” he winked blue eyes at me and I rolled my eyes. “Ew.” “You asked.” We shared a laugh. “Did Mason send you?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. “Who else would?” “You only have a few days before you go on your first solo. You need to take advantage of the training while you can.” “It’s not even solo. You’re still assigned to come with me.” He shrugged “Just so you don’t look like a single woman walking into the pack looking lost and suspicious.” “I’m not even noticeable enough to seem suspicious.” “Ari, even a gay man can admit you have the body of a goddess, so don’t even.” I laughed, “What a compliment.” “Girl.” He marveled flamboyantly. “Your body is rocking.” “Bull.” I chuckled with him. Carter had been the stand in of my older brother for the 10 years I’ve been with the group. He was 18 when I came to the farm and took me under his wing as a little sister since the moment I stepped foot into the makeshift family we had come to be. He finished his training three years ago and had taken on the duty of lead trainer since then. While he and his partner Louis often went out on hired missions together his main duty was to train all of the trainees learning how to fight and defend themselves. The farm was a place to raise killers. Every single one of us went through this training to be here. And I was 5 days from my graduation. Mason and Carter had been the ones who trained me, and I became incredibly close to both of them in my time at the farm. With no real family to speak of, they were the only thing I had. Carter’s role in 10 days time was to be my escort on my first solo mission, the mission I had personally begged to take on. At first Mason had denied my request when the proposition came across his desk. It took years of training to convince him that I should be the one to take him out. Then… an anonymous request came to the Farm, a request for him to assign a member to assassinate the Alpha of the Full Moon pack… “Mason.” I growled, nostrils flaring. “That man and his pack murdered my entire pack. Nobody else should be assigned to kill that man but me. “Ariella…” he sighed, pinching his nose in his fingers as he shook his head. “Your judgment is clouded with hatred and malice… I’ve told you a million times that our work is not out of personal Vendetta.” “Mason. If you won’t give me this assignment I will leave the Farm and do it myself.” I slammed my hands against his desk and stared my dark eyes into his. “That man ordered the death of my family… I deserve to be the one to kill him.” He stared at me. Mason was an alpha wolf, his father was the head of this group of rogues for years before he was even born. He came from an Alpha family and was disowned by his people after a betrayal from his beta. Mason had the same Alpha influence that any other alpha would have over any other wolf. And had I been a simple omega I would have submitted to his influence like a tiny pup being scolded by an adult. But he and I both knew I wasn’t an Omega. I came from an alpha family. And try as he might, but I was the only wolf at the Farm that was immune to his power. “Fine…” he finally said, “We have a two year deadline… you graduate in one…” I grinned from ear to ear. Then skipped around the desk and threw my arms around Mason's shoulders and squeezed him. I felt his arm wrap around me and he hugged me back. “Thank you Mason.” I sighed with a tear in my eye. He sighed, a defeated man who would never admit that his adoptive daughter had him wrapped around her little finger. “You’re gonna be the death of me Kiddo.” He responded.