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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Adrian_Harris,
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Allison_Argent, Chris_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Torture, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Peter_Hale, Alpha_Derek
      Hale, Omega_Stiles_Stilinski, Alpha_Sheriff_Stilinski, Biting, Mating
      Cycles/In_Heat, Forced_Bonding, Forced_Pregnancy, Mpreg, Explicit
      Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Contract, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Anal_Plug, Stiles_is_Sold, Peter_is_a_Jerk, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Psychological_Torture, Stockholm_Syndrome, Abused_Stiles_Stilinski, Derek
      Gets_Protective, Possessive_Behavior, Cock_&_Ball_Torture, Cock_Cages,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Whips, Chains, ropes, werewolves_are_known,
      Emotional_Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Sexual_Abuse,
      Sexual_Slavery, Hurt_Stiles, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Bondage, Depression,
      Suicidal_Thoughts, Possessive_Peter, Jealous_Derek
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      Published: 2017-01-16 Updated: 2018-01-21 Chapters: 5/? Words: 17347
****** A Deal Was Made ******
by Wolfgirl4vr
Summary
     Sheriff Noah Stilinski couldn't figure out the Hale fire, could never
     bring to justice the remaining Hale survivors, Alpha Peter Hale and
     Alpha Derek Hale. The only way to keep peace with the two werewolves
     was to sign a contract, signing over his only Omega son Stiles
     Stilinski, over to Peter Hale. Stiles has only just turned sixteen,
     unaware of the contract and unaware that his first heat his coming.
     Peter appears at the high school to collect his prize. Will Stiles
     cave to the possessive Alpha, or will he fight to get back to his
     friend and father?
Notes
     So this may seem confusing but, I'm going to explain as best as I
     can. Werewolves in this fiction are either Alpha or Beta, no Omega
     werewolves. Alpha werewolves can get with Beta werewolves and have
     pups. Humans consist of all three sexes, Alpha's, Beta's, and
     Omega's. Human Omega's are highly sought after by Alpha werewolves
     for they produce a higher rate of Alpha werewolf pups. So yeah
     werewolves are known, and all. Please enjoy, updates will come, just
     probably be spaced out. There will be rape and torture and it is
     tagged for specific reasons. Underage is only because Stiles is
     sixteen and I know many consider that underage, even in A/B/
     O universe. If any tags are a trigger then don't read this. This is a
     work of fiction and should not be taken otherwise.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Peter couldn’t contain the grin on his face as he entered Beacon Hills High
School. He was going to get his Omega that has been promised to him as payment
for the fire that took his family. Peter didn’t lose his family all his family,
for his nephew, Derek Hale, was sitting out in the black Chevy Camaro waiting
for him. He approached the receptionist with a grin. “I’m here to pick up my
Omega, and completely withdraw him from school.”
“Oh, okay.” The young Beta spoke. “What’s the Omega’s name sir?”
“Stiles Stilinski.” Peter joyfully replied.
“And your name sir?” The young woman asked.
“Peter Hale. I am his Alpha.” Peter answered. He flashed her his red eyes so
that she knew exactly what kind of Alpha he was. He knew that humans could be
Alpha’s as well, but werewolves were born either Alpha or Beta, while humans
were born Alpha, Beta, or Omega. The problem was to produce a werewolf, if one
wanted a strong Alpha werewolf, was that you needed a human Omega. And that was
why Peter was beyond thrilled to be getting his Omega.
The young Beta typed in a few things into the computer. She felt nervous under
the Alpha’s gaze. Knowing that he was a werewolf only made her sweat more.
“I…I’m sorry sir. Accord…according to our records Mr. Stilinski doesn’t have an
Alpha.”
Peter kept his cool. “Oh well here is the paper worked, signed by his father,
stating that after the boy’s sixteenth birthday and before his first heat, I
legally become his Alpha.” He reached into his leather jacket and produced the
paperwork stating exactly what he just said. “Now if you would be so kind as to
ring up whichever class he’s in and tell him he’s leaving; I would be ever so
grateful.”
The Beta was really getting nervous under the werewolf’s gaze. “Are…are you
going to…to allow the Sheriff to…to say goodbye?” She watched as Peter’s eyes
flashed red and she had to swallow back her nerves. “Make it easier…on Stiles.”
Peter felt his anger start to rise, he just wanted to get his Omega and go, but
this Beta in front of him was making it difficult on him. “I don’t think that
is really necessary. It would be just easier to take him and go.”
“Yes, sir.” The Beta woman answered. She picked up the phone and dialed in a
few numbers. She felt sorry that Stiles was promised off to this Alpha of a
werewolf.
Stiles was on edge, having trouble paying attention in Mr. Harris’s chemistry
class. He was just going on about the chemical balances between and Alpha and
an Omega, something that they learned in biology, but had to learn more in
chemistry. He turned to his best friend Scott, who looked equally as bored. “So
what do you want to do after school today?”
Scott just smiled at his friend. “Well Allison and I were thinking about going
to the movies.” He saw the look of dismay cross Stiles’s faces. “It is date
night dude. What were you planning?”
“Well I was planning on looking over some of my dad’s case files to see who is
the psychopathic murder.”
“McCall. Stilinski.” Mr. Harris spoke as he turned to face the pair of teens.
“Detention after school.” The phone rang and Mr. Harris looked around at his
class. “Continue to copy the notes off the board.” He picked the phone up.
“Hello, yes…Alright.” He hung the phone back up. “Stilinski.”
“Yes Mr. Harris?” Stiles quickly spoke up. If the phone call was about him, he
was hoping that his dad was taking him out earlier. He would hate to bail on
Scott, but it meant that he didn’t have to serve detention that day.
“You’re being signed out. Get your stuff and leave.” Mr. Harris explained.
“You’ll serve your detention tomorrow.”
“Later Scott.” Stiles quickly spoke. He had never been so glad to be leaving
school in his life. He didn’t understand why so many classes had to be the
same, everyone by now knew the dynamics of Alpha’s, Beta’s, and Omega’s, yet
they had to learn everything. The worst though was learning what would happen
if a werewolf Alpha bonded to a human Omega. That was something Stiles never
wanted or thought he would get. He and Scott were close, and Scott was born an
Alpha and Stiles an Omega, he was hoping that he and Scott would bond. Stiles
kept thinking about looking over the case file with his dad. His smile began to
fade slowly when he approached the office and saw not his dad, but Peter Hale,
staring at him with that wicked smile. He walked quickly around Peter and went
into the office, aware that Peter was following him. “Hey Kelly, where’s my
dad?”
“Actually your Alpha is here to get you.” Kelly nodded towards Peter. “He’s
taking out of school and withdrawing you Stiles…”
“What? No.” Stiles quickly said. “I don’t…I want to call my dad.” He was
quickly taking out his cellphone and dialing his dad’s phone. He froze when he
felt Peter’s arm snake around his waist, aware now of how close the Alpha
werewolf was to him. “Let…let me call my dad please.” He felt his Omega nature
caving to the Alpha’s presence. “Please.” He couldn’t believe that he was
losing his nerve around the Alpha.
Peter wanted to get going, but if his Omega wanted to see his father one more
time, he could allow it. “Fine. After you see him and confirm that I am your
Alpha, we’re out of here.” He turned to the Beta woman named Kelly. “Do you
have a room where we can wait?”    
“Yes, the teacher’s conference room.” Kelly quickly spoke.
Peter tightened his grip around Stiles’s waist and dragged him to the room and
closed the door. “If you are going to call your father do so now. I want to get
going.” He leaned in and left a gentle nip against the scent glandes on
Stiles’s neck.
“Stop.” Stiles firmly stated. He tried to worm out of the Alpha’s grip, only to
be rewarded with the arm tightening around his waist. “Can you let me go?”
“You’re my property, so no. Now make the call or I’m going to drag you out of
this school.” Peter hissed into Stiles’s ear. He was eager to take what was
promised to him, and being a werewolf he had a stronger sense of smell then
human Alpha’s. He could smell that Stiles was on the verge of his first heat.
“Make your choice now Omega.”
Stiles couldn’t control the shake that was going through his body, Alpha’s were
a domineering force, but a werewolf Alpha was beyond terrifying. He shakily
pulled his phone out, quickly looked up his dad’s number, and hit call, all the
while dealing with Peter’s hand’s exploring his body. The phone rang a few
times and he held his breath, and then finally he heard his dad answer the
phone.
“Stiles, you should be in class, what’s going on?” Noah Stilinski answered. He
was a busy man, being the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, and Stiles calling him
during school usually meant that his son was in trouble. “Are you trouble with
Mr. Harris again.”
“Dad, I…I need you to come….ah…to the…” Stiles tried to speak. Peter was making
it hard, with his hands exploring his body and slowly teasing every time the
Alpha licked over his scent glandes. He also felt the tears and fear trying to
claw at him, take hold of him, and he had to fight it.
“Is Peter Hale there?” Noah asked. He feared that this day would come.
“Yeah, how?” Stiles couldn’t believe that his father would already guess that
the Alpha werewolf was at the school.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Noah replied and hung the phone up.
Stiles put his phone away, not believing that his dad had just hung up on him.
He whimpered when he felt Peter nip at his neck again, and this time forced him
to sit in his lap. Stiles struggled to get out of the lap, only for both of
Peter’s arms to wrap around him. “Please. Let sit in a chair?”
Peter laughed as he licked the side of Stiles’s face, loving the fear he was
tasting. “No.” One word, but he made sure to put enough force in it to show
Stiles that he was in charge. “I want to feel every reaction going through your
body. If your father hurries up, then we will be out of here before the bell
rings. Don’t want to embarrass you in front of the entire school now do we?”
“You mean I’m stopping you from kidnapping me with no witnesses?” Stiles hissed
out. He was feeling a little better and more confidence building. Soon his dad
would be here and tell Peter that he was crazy and even arrest him for assault
and attempted kidnap. “He would have told me if I promised off to some Alpha
werewolf.”
Peter inhaled the scent of fear rolling off of the boy’s skin. “Would it make a
difference if I showed you the paperwork that your father signed stating that
you are mine?”
Stiles felt anger going through him. “You mean the paperwork you forged? Yeah
let’s add that to your growing crime spree.”
Noah Stilinski just pulled up in front of the high school, right behind Derek’s
black Chevy Camaro. He noticed how the younger Hale was waiting outside. His
heart sank, knowing that that meant only one thing. “Derek, please talk to your
uncle, delay this.” He quietly spoke as he approached Derek. He hoped that he
could appeal to the heart in the younger Hale. “He just turned sixteen last
week. Can’t Peter give me a little more time?” They were both Alpha’s but Derek
was a werewolf and therefore higher up on the Alpha scale.
“You’ve had plenty of time to get the Omega ready for my uncle Noah.” Derek
calmly explained. “He’s being courteous by allowing you to say goodbye to your
son. Now I suggest you get in there before he changes his mind.” He stared at
the sheriff, and crossed his arms over his chest. Derek did feel a little bad
that he and his uncle were taking the kid, but a promise is a promise. “You
should have caught those who burned my family and home to the ground.”
Noah just dropped his head and slowly walked up the stairs and entered the
building. He felt as though death itself had a hold of him. He should have told
Stiles that he had been sold off, that he failed to bring closure to a family,
and so Stiles had to be signed over. Noah knew that this was coming, but he
hoped Peter would have a heart and take Stiles from the home. He walked up to
the receptionist’s desk. “Where are they Kelly?”  
“In the teacher’s conference room.” Kelly responded. “Sheriff, did you really
sign your son away to that Alpha werewolf?”
He couldn’t look at the Beta, as he walked to the teacher’s conference room. He
felt like a defeated Alpha, the day he was dreading was finally here. Noah
blamed himself, for if he had caught who burned the Hale’s home, killing all
those people inside, then he wouldn’t be saying goodbye to his son. He gathered
his nerves, slowly reached out for the handle and slowly turned the knob.
Sheriff Stilinski could feel his breathing increase, feel his heart pounding in
his chest as he opened the door.
“Dad!” Stiles screamed. He tried to go to his dad, tried to wrap his arms
around him, but Peter had an iron grip on him. Stiles tried to stay calm, but
it was hard when he saw the tears slowly running down his father’s face. “Dad?”
“Peter please.” Noah heard himself beg. “Let me say goodbye to him, please.” He
listened as Peter let out a huff, and watched as the arms slowly released his
son. Noah didn’t know his son could move so fast until he was in his arms,
holding tightly. “I’m sorry Stiles.” He let the tears fall as he held his son
tighter to him.
“Please don’t let him take me.” Stiles quietly pleaded with his father. “Tell
me it’s a lie. Tell me that you are placing him under arrest.” He held his
father closer to him.
“Alright Noah,” Peter slyly said. He quickly pulled Stiles back, feeling the
Omega trying to go back to his father. “You’ve had plenty of time to tell him,
prepare him, but you didn’t. He belongs to me now.”
Stiles tried to pull away from the Alpha, tried to go back to the safety of his
father. “Dad, please tell me this isn’t true. Dad, please.”
“Stiles, I’m so sorry.” Noah Stilinski replied. He wanted to reach out and hold
his son one more time, but he watched as Peter flash his red eyes warning him
not to touch his son again. He simply stood to the side to let Peter pull
Stiles out of the door. “Will I get to see him again?”
“I’ll think about it.” Peter spoke. He kept a tight grip on Stile’s arm and
pulled him away. “Come Omega, time to go home.” He pulled the struggling Omega
behind him, not caring to be distracted anymore, and knowing that they had
lingered to long. The boys heat was slowly coming, would probably hit by
tomorrow. Peter couldn’t wait to make the Omega his. They finally slowed when
they reached Derek’s car. “Well I got what I came for. Time to go.” He watched
as Derek opened the door, and pulled the seat forward. Peter shoved Stiles into
the back seat, pushed his seat up and got in, waiting for Derek to get in.
Stiles’s scent was filling the car and Peter didn’t think they would make it
before he rutted in the young Omega. Once Derek was in the car and it started,
they left the school.
Scott looked out the window of Mr. Harris class to see Derek Hale was standing
by the black Chevy Camaro, and then Sheriff Stilinski showed up. As Scott
continued to look out of the window, he saw Peter Hale, dragging Stiles behind
him and throwing him in the Camaro, before watching it take off. Scott wondered
where his best friend and potential mate was going with the two known Alpha
werewolves.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles learns what his new life will be about.
Chapter Notes
     Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, if you don't understand something
     please feel free to comment.
Stiles couldn’t believe what was happening to him. When he woke up that
morning, he thought it would be a normal school day. Never would he have
imagined it ended with him in the back seat of a black Chevy Camaro, with two
Alpha werewolves sitting in the front. He also would never have guessed that
his father would sign him away, and never to the Alpha werewolf known as Peter
Hale. Stiles didn’t know where to place his anger; whether it be at his dad for
signing him over to Peter, Peter for actually taking him, or at himself for
being born as an Omega. He decided that being angry at all three was the best,
and that if he annoyed Peter, then the Alpha werewolf would say he’s not worth
the trouble. Stiles hoped that it would mean Peter would destroy the contract
and let him go home. “I hope you’re not expecting me to be a submissive Omega.”
Stiles spoke. “I won’t be. You can keep that Alpha cock and knot of yours in
your pants. You’re never touching me!” He decided to act like a little kid and
began hitting and kicking the back of Peter’s seat. His movements became more
frantic when he saw the sign that read You Are Now Leaving Beacon Hills.He
listened as he heard the Alpha groan in annoyance.
            “Derek, pull over on the bridge.” Peter calmly spoke. He waited for
Derek to pull the Camaro over on the side of the road. He calmly and smoothly
exited the vehicle. “Open the trunk.” He watched Derek nod, and then he closed
the door and walked around to the trunk.
            Stiles felt joy when he heard Peter tell Derek to pull the car
over, and more joy when Peter got out of his seat. His heart quickly sank when
he heard Peter tell Derek to open the trunk, and closed the door. “You’re Derek
right?” Stiles asked the other Alpha. He knew it was Derek but he wanted the
Alpha to confirm it. He sighed out when he realized that Derek was ignoring
him. “Help me out. Turn the car around while he’s not in the care. Just take me
back home to Beacon Hills, please.” He felt the tears stinging at his eyes and
he quickly wiped them away.
            “You belong to my uncle, and you are going home. His home.” Derek
calmly spoke. He went back to ignoring the Omega’s pleading once again.
            Peter loved that he was able to hear Stiles beg and plead with
Derek, and how Derek told the Omega who he belonged to. He just couldn’t
contain his grin as he grabbed a few items out of the trunk and stuffed them in
his pocket before closing the trunk and making his way back to the passenger
side of the care. Peter smelled the air, and he smelled fear as soon as he
opened the door.
            Stiles tried to jump as far away from the Alpha as possible, but
the werewolf was faster, and there wasn’t much room in the Camaro for Stiles to
move. “Get the fuck off of me!” Stiles shouted. He pushed at the Alpha, trying
to gain some freedom. He kept struggling as he was flipped over on to his
stomach in the backseat. “So you’re going to fucking rape me while another
Alpha is present. I hope you two kill each other!” Stiles groaned out in pain
when he realized that his arms were being forcefully pulled behind his back and
handcuffs being closed around his wrists. “What the…mmph!”
            Peter finished securing the black ball gag behind Stiles head
before turning the young Omega over so that he was now laying on his back. “I
can think of a million better uses for that mouth of yours little Omega.” He
forced the Omega to sit up once again before fastening the seatbelt and pulling
the strap so tight that Stiles could barely squirm. “Now your feet.” Peter bent
down, pulled out the ankle cuffs from his pocket, pulled out the hidden hook,
and set about securing the Omega’s ankles. When he was done he pushed the hook
back in, pulled up Stiles ankle to make sure that he couldn’t kick the seat
anymore. Peter slowly rose back up and stared at Stiles, enjoying the hatred he
saw as he cupped the Omega’s face in his right hand and ran his thumb over
Stiles’s lips. “You’re probably planning to annoy me aren’t you Stiles? Well it
won’t work little Omega.” Peter used his left hand to quickly find Stiles’s
cellphone before removing it, and holding it up so that Stiles could see it.
His smile widened when he saw the Omega’s eyes go wide. “I was just going to
keep a hold of this. Let you call your father from your phone, but that little
outburst you pulled just threw that out the window.” Peter laughed when he saw
the panic take over in Stiles eyes. “Now if I even consider letting you call
your father, it will be from my phone, and you will only have five minutes.”
Peter wrapped his hand around the back of Stiles’s head and leaned in to his
left ear. “You are mine Stiles. My property. You will breed me strong werewolf
pups. And every time you try to hurt me, annoy me, or do anything deserving of
punishment, then you will be severely punished.” He nipped the bottom of
Stiles’s ear lobe, listening to Stiles whimper out. Peter quickly pushed the
seat back and walked to the side of the bridge, and threw the phone that he had
taken from Stiles into the stream below. Peter made his way back into the car,
smiling at how the Omega was trying to protest and how he was upset about the
phone.
            “Are we ready to go?” Derek asked.
            “Let’s continue going home.” Peter calmly spoke. He loved the
sounds escaping behind the ball gag. Peter stole a glance from the rear view
mirror and saw that tears were falling down Stiles face, and he loved that
sight. Peter smiled as he thought of all the fun he was going to have with the
Omega.
            Stiles tried to release his hands from the cuffs, but Peter made
sure that they were digging into his skin. He groaned through the rubber ball
in his mouth, and he had to breath slowly for the seatbelt was digging into his
chest. Stiles gave up and just sat in the car, listening to the two Alpha’s
talk about sports and all as though he wasn’t restrained in the back seat. He
hated them, hated this whole situation, as he leaned his head back. Stiles just
watched the scenery go by, wondering how long they had been travelling,
wondering what his life would be like now. Stiles glanced out the window as
Derek took a right hand turn off the highway, and watched as they travelled
deeper and deeper into woods. He felt his heart racing, and his breathing
increase as he was trying to figure out how deep they would go, when the Camaro
stopped and Stiles saw huge gates in front of them. He watched as Derek opened
the window, slid a card, and then entered a few numbers. Stiles wished he could
see the numbers that the Alpha had entered, but the tightness of his seatbelt
restricted what he saw. All too soon the gates were opening and the car was
moving forward, and Stiles felt his heart start to race once the car was
through the gates. Once again the car stopped, and the rumble faded, indicating
that Derek had turned the car off. Stiles watched as he got out first, followed
by Peter. Stiles felt his heart racing as Peter slowly brought the seat forward
and leaned in. Stiles tried to keep still as Peter bent down and removed the
hook from its hidden spot, and removed the chain from the hook. Stiles couldn’t
help but tremble as he felt Peter’s touch slowly travel up his leg, ending with
those hands resting on his thighs.
            “All the things I’m going to do to you little Omega.” Peter
whispered as he unbuckled Stiles’s seatbelt. He quickly tugged the Omega out of
the car and closed the door. “Welcome home, Stiles.” He began to pull the Omega
behind him.
            Oh hell no!Stiles mind screamed. He did not want to go into the
huge looking mansion, and he did not want to go with Peter. He dug his feet
into the ground and refused to cooperate with Peter. If I go in, then I’m
doomed! Stiles pulled back, tried to step back, the restraints made it harder
to do anything. “Mmmph!” He kept resisting the pull of Peter, swearing that he
would never make anything easy for Peter.
            “Really? Playing the stubborn card?” Peter mused out. He laughed as
he felt Stiles try to escape his grip yet again. “Well we’ll do it the hard way
then.” Peter quickly threw Stiles over his shoulder and began carrying him
despite the protests that the Omega was making threw the gag. He walked up the
stairs and entered the mansion.
            “Hey Peter!” Derek called. “Where do you want me to put his school
stuff?
            Peter stopped before he walked up the stairs, and turned to face
Derek, still keeping a firm hold of Stiles. “Toss the stuff. He won’t be going
back to school again.” He turned back and began the journey to the second
floor, listening to Stiles protest behind the gag. Once on the second floor he
took a right and started down the long hallway. “You’d be surprised the money
that was paid to Derek and I for the fire that killed our family Stiles.” He
stopped in front a door on the left side. “We built this new home, all the way
out here, hoping no one would find us. Also have the latest securities measures
and alert systems.” Peter swiped his card and enter a code on the lock before
he entered the room. “Now this will be your room little Omega. It’s really the
best room/heat suite an Omega can ask for. As you can see it’s equipped with a
television, game systems, your own bathroom, minus the door, some books, and a
few other things you might need.” He walked to the bed and tossed Stiles onto
the bed. “Of course everything is bolted down, and there is nothing in here you
can turn into a weapon. You will learn in time that I have built in some little
secrets so we can have tons of fun during your heats. I’ll come back and get
you when it’s time to eat. Maybe by then you’ll have learned how to behave for
your Alpha.”
            Stiles groaned out in pain when his restrained hands hit the bed.
It sent a little jolt of pain through his body, and awakened something down in
him. He realized that he had to go to the restroom, and that Peter was walking
out of the room, leaving bound and gagged on the bed. “Mmmph! Mmph!” Shit. Come
back you psychopath!Stiles was trying everything to get Peter to turn around.
He let out a small sigh when he saw that Peter stopped, and turned around. Even
though he wanted nothing to do with the Alpha, he needed his hands to be free
so he could use the restroom. Stiles tried to slow his breathing, tried to get
everything under control as Peter came back. He held his breath as Peter’s
hands went to the straps of the ball gag and released the gag from Stiles’s
mouth.
            “What do you want, pet?” Peter asked.
            “Can you release my hands?” Stiles timidly asked. “I need to use
the restroom, and having my hands restrained behind my back makes going
difficult.” Faster than Stiles could see, Peter had him lying on his back, with
his fingers hooked in the waist line, and he was tugging up on the pants.
“Stop, please.” Stiles couldn’t control the arch in his back as the pressure
from the pull was getting to him.
            “If these,” Peter whispered into Stiles’s ear, pulling at the
waistline of the pants. “Come off now, they will not be going back on ever,
pet. So is going to the restroom right now really worth losing your last few
minutes of wearing clothes?”
            Stiles couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and his body shook.
“No.” He felt the tears stinging his eyes as the ball gag was forced back into
his mouth. Stiles turned his head as Peter began to inhale his scent from his
neck, listening to how Peter growled around the scent glandes. He couldn’t help
the whimper that escaped from his mouth, even though it probably sounded like a
moan with the ball gag in the way.
            “That’s what I thought.” Peter finally whispered into his ear. He
planted a kiss on Stiles neck, and proceeded to get off the bed. He walked
quickly out of the room, before pulling the door close, making sure that the
lock latched closed. Peter wanted the Omega now, wanted to take him and claim
him, but he had to wait. Once he had bounded to the Omega, he could treat
Stiles however he wanted.
            Stiles just laid on the bed, letting the last threat that Peter had
spoken run through his mind. If these come off now, they will not be going back
on ever, pet.Stiles was trying to figure out if Peter intended to keep him
naked all the time, and that scared him. Did my dad know this would happen? Did
he think I would be happy here?So many thoughts were going through Stiles head,
and all he could do was lay on the bed and try to tune the thoughts out. He let
his eyes slowly drift close, letting everything that had happened to him
finally sink in. Soon darkness was swallowing him up.
            The door slammed opened startling Stiles awake, as he awkwardly
shot himself up. He was hoping that had happened to him was one big nightmare,
but he was wrong as soon as he saw Peter enter the room. Stiles glared at the
man, trying to pour all his hatred into the stare, only to have Peter laugh at
him.
            “It’s time to eat little Omega.” Peter calmly spoke. He slowly
approached the bed, watching as Stiles did his best to back away from him. “Now
don’t be difficult. You need your strength for your first heat. Come over here,
on your own, I’ll remove the restraints and the gag and we can enjoy a nice
dinner.” He waited for Stiles to move.
            Stiles wanted to keep as much distance as he could between himself
and the Alpha, so he maneuvered his body further away from the Alpha. He saw
the red flash through Peter’s eyes and every fiber in his being was telling him
to obey the werewolf, but Stiles’s stubborn brain was screaming hell no. He
attempted to move further away, but Peter reached out and grabbed the chain
around the ankle cuffs, and pulled. Stiles back was once again as he was being
pulled towards the Alpha, his arms going numb under him. He was wondering what
the Alpha was going to do to him now. He didn’t care that the tears were
flowing, he was scared that Peter was going really hurt him.
            “Why must you be so difficult Stiles?” Peter softly asked. He bent
down and slowly licked the tears off of Stiles’s face. Peter moved his hand
behind Stiles’s head and released the ball gag and slowly pulled the gag out of
his mouth. “Now what’s wrong?” He gently stroked the side of Stiles’s face,
feeling the small tremors running through the Omega.
            “I’m…I’m scared that…that you’re going…to…to hurt me.” Stiles
nervously spoke out. He was not prepared when Peter quickly moved him into a
sitting position. Stiles couldn’t contain the small whimper that escaped his
mouth when he felt Peter release one wrist from and bring his arms forward
before cuffing them again. He felt Peter massage the back of his neck, and the
action seemed to have a calming effect over Stiles.
            “I will only punish you if you anger me.” Peter calmly explained.
“You’re scared, this is something new and strange. Now let’s go down the stairs
and get something to eat. If you behave yourself during dinner, then the cuffs
can come off.” Peter stood up and helped Stiles up, before slowly leading him
out of the room.
            It took a while for Peter and Stiles to make their way down the
stairs and to the dining hall, mostly because of the ankle restraints. Once
there, Peter lead Stiles to the chair that was right next to his. He forced
Stiles to sit in the chair and then Peter took his seat right next to the
Omega. Peter placed his hand on Stiles left inner thigh and gently began to
squeeze, listening as the Omega made low whimpering noises. Peter watched as
Derek took his place and then they were ready to eat. Peter and Derek both had
a steak, rare, with stuffed potatoes and orzo, while Stiles had a small grilled
chicken breast with asparagus. “Eat Stiles. You need your strength.”
            Stiles stared at the chicken and then at the steak and his mouth
watered. “I don’t like chicken.” He knew he sounded like a little kid, but he
wanted a steak not some small piece of chicken. “Gah.” He groaned out. Stiles
felt Peter digging his finger nails into his leg.
            “Eat the damn chicken now Stiles, or go hungry until food is
brought to your room.” Peter squeezed again to emphasize his point. “Make your
choice right now.”
            Stiles looked and saw that the Alpha’s eyes were flashing red and
he knew that he had to tread carefully. It was weird trying to eat with his
hands cuffed together, but he forced himself to pick up the knife and fork and
start to eat the chicken. He took his first bite and had to admit that the
chicken was nice and moist, but he still didn’t like it. A small sigh of relief
escaped his mouth when he felt Peter loosen his grip on his thigh. He was so
confused with how Peter can go from seeming like a caring Alpha to an abusive
one in no time at all. “It’s good.” He sucked in a breath when Peter dug his
nails back into his thigh.
            “What are you supposed to say Omega?” Peter tightened his grip,
listening to Stiles whimper out in pain.
            “Thank you Alpha, sir.” Stiles groaned out. He felt the grip loosen
and knew that he had said the correct phrase.
            Peter smiled as he returned back to his meal. “Very good. You
should have learned in school how you are to properly address and thank an
Alpha Stiles, especially the one that will bond to you.” He took a bite of his
food, enjoying the flavors of his dinner.
            They were half way through the meal, when Stiles suddenly felt a
cramping running through his body. He began to double over, listening as the
two Alpha’s snarled at each other. “I…I feel sick.” Stiles was never good in
biology, learning what Alpha’s and Omega’s go through, but he was pretty sure
that the wetness he was feeling was slick and that he was entering a heat.
            “DEREK GET OUT NOW!” Peter snarled out. “GET OUT NOW!” Peter pulled
Stiles close to his chest, smelling that the boy had entered his heat early. He
should have known that all this stress would cause his hormones to go crazy and
kick start his heat. Peter was showing Derek that he was the dominate Alpha and
the one that was going to bond to the Omega in heat.
            “Yes Peter.” Derek forced himself to say. He didn’t want to go, the
Omega smelled amazing and he wanted to rut. He forced himself to turn and run
through the kitchen and out the door, forcing himself to get as far away from
the mansion until the Omega was secured in the heat suite.
            Peter threw Stiles over his shoulder and ran upstairs and to the
heat suite. He fumbled with the card key, feeling Stiles slick start to bleed
through his pants, driving his senses crazy as he finally got the door opened.
He ran inside, slammed the door shut, and tossed Stiles on the bed. He could
feel his member hardening, as he found the key to the shackles on Stiles
ankles. “You are driving me crazy Omega, time to rut and bond.” Peter pounced.
            Stiles was so weak, and his body was craving something. He yelped
when Peter jumped on the bed and when he started to release his ankles from the
shackles. Stiles listened as he heard the cuffs being tossed halfway across the
room, landing somewhere with a loud clatter. “No, please…please stop.” He knew
nothing he said would stop the Alpha as he felt his pants being ripped off his
body and his shirt being torn to shreds. “I…I don’t want this.” Stiles knew he
was crying, could feel the tears running down his face, the snot building in
his noise, but he didn’t care. He was about to be forcibly raped by a crazed
werewolf Alpha. He yelped when Peter turned him over, forced his legs under his
chest, and spread them as well to give Peter access to Stiles’s slick covered
hole. “I’ll…I’ll turn if you bite me to bond.” Stiles was trying anything to
not half his neck bitten.  
            “I know you were really bad in school, I've seen your transcripts.”
Peter purred. He began sniffing at the scent glandes, teasing them with his
tongue, listening to Stiles whimper under him. “Human Omega’s are immune to a
werewolf bite. Part of their biology and why they are able to produce such
strong pups when bonded to a werewolf.” He nipped at the skin, loving the small
whimpers and groans coming from Stiles. “Listen to you, caving under me,
becoming nothing more than a pathetic Omega.” Peter quickly sat up and quickly
stripped out his clothes, tossing them to the floor. He lined his hardened
member to Stiles’s hole, listen to the Omega whimper and moan. Peter grabbed a
hold of Stiles’s hips, digging his nails into Stiles, drawing blood. Without
warning Peter slammed all the way into Stiles.
            “Gah!!” Stiles cried out. He couldn’t believe that Peter was
already buried in him with one thrust. He felt his body trying to adjust,
trying to accept the Alpha member, but Stiles just didn’t want it. The tears
fell faster, and he cursed that his hands were still cuffed, and trapped
underneath him. “Get out! Please!” Stiles felt the cock slowly being pulled out
and he thought that Peter was listening to him. His hopes were dashed when he
felt the member being slammed back into him, hitting the tip of where his
cervix was. It caused him to moan out in both pain and pleasure.
            “That’s right little Omega,” Peter cooed out. He started to set a
rhythm of slowly pulling out of Stiles and then quickly snapping his hips
forward listening to the Omega whimper and moan with each thrust. “And we have
at least four days of this heat to look forward to.” He leaned forward and
began to suckle on Stiles’s neck, listening to the moaning and groaning that
the Omega was doing. He heard one particular moan when he knew that he ran his
member over Stiles’s prostate and hit the cervix, that he readjusted himself so
that he would hit those two spots each time. Peter entangled his hand in
Stiles’s hair and pulled the young Omega up to his chest. He started licking
the tears that were falling down Stiles’s face. “In a few moments, when I knot
in you, I’m going to bite right here.” He nipped at the spot causing Stiles to
yelp in pain, surprise, and pleasure. “And then you’ll be all mine for sure.”
Peter ran his free hand all along Stiles’s chest, and even started to play with
the Omega’s nipples until they were hard. He knew that he wasn’t going to last
much longer as he pushed Stiles back down, making sure that his chest and
Stiles back never lost contact.
            Stiles could fell Peter’s thrust start to become faster, start to
become more determined, and then after a few more thrusts, felt Peter’s knot
lock in him and Peter’s release followed. “ARRRGGGHH!” Stiles cried out. Not
only did the knot inflating in him feel like it was tearing his insides apart,
the Alpha bite burned as his teeth pierced Stiles’s neck. Stiles wanted his
dad, wanted this all to be a bad dream, but in his heart, he knew it wasn’t.
Stiles just laid there, panting, drenched in sweat, as Peter licked and nipped
at the new bond bite. He could hear Peter panting as well, and could tell that
the Alpha was drenched in sweat as well. Stiles felt so weak, felt darkness
clawing for him, that he put up no resistance. Stiles let the darkness take him
as his eyes closed, and his body went slack, all with Peter still knotted in
him.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles learns why he is Peter's Omega and what Peter expects of him.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took so long to update. I have been extremely busy and I
     just moved. Once I am settled in more and start my new job, I hope I
     can update this and all my stories more often without the huge gaps.
     Enjoy!
The next few days had been torturous for Stiles. He didn’t think that there
wasn’t an inch of him that hadn’t been covered in a bruise from Peter’s tight
grip. Stiles also hated the fact that Peter did not leave his side his whole
heat, and he didn’t have a chance to escape the Alpha. The bond bite on the
back of his neck pulsed, but Stiles didn’t move. Afraid any movement he made
would draw the Alpha back to him. He listened as the water flowed from the
shower head, and listened to Peter’s whistling, and Stiles gripped the sheet
tighter. If he could, then he would bolt for the door. Yet as luck would have
it, Peter secured a metal cuff around his ankle and made the chain long enough
to walk around, and make noise so that Peter knew exactly where Stiles was.
            How could my dad agree to this?Stiles quietly thought in his mind.
He didn’t want to make any sound, for fear of bringing the Alpha back. Did he
expect me to be happy here? Because I never wanted this.He tightened his grip
on the shits, hissing quietly as the movement sent a shock wave of pain through
his body. Stiles hated that Peter had been so vicious with him, and that if he
looked in a mirror, he would know just how badly he was marked. I will escape.
I will get back to Scott and tell him how I feel. Heck, I’ll play the role of
surrogate since Allison can’t have kids.Just thinking of what his life had been
like a week ago, brought tears to his eyes and he couldn’t stop the sob that
escaped his mouth. Once it left his mouth, his whole body tensed, afraid that
Peter had heard it. He probably has heard every time my heart beat changes.
He’s a werewolf for crying out loud!Stiles wished he could turn his mind off,
but no matter what, he couldn’t. Stiles listened as the water shut off, and
through terrified eyes, he watched as Peter entered the room.
            “I wonder what’s been going through that little Omega head of
yours.” Peter calmly spoke. He began to make his way towards the bed. “I heard
your heart rate change multiple times. Did you miss your Alpha that much?”
            NO!Stiles screamed in his mind. He tried to make himself smaller,
but he knew that nothing would make Peter leave him alone. “Why…why me?” His
voice sounded so strange and strained, and Stiles knew that it had been from
all the screaming he did.  Shit my voice sounds like shit.He really despised
Peter even more, for making him so weak. Stiles flinched when Peter sat on the
edge of the bed, and bit back a whimper that forming as Peter began to stroke
his body. Stop touching me you sick sadistic bastard of an Alpha!Stiles
screamed in his mind.
            “Well, your father is to blame for this.” Peter soothingly spoke.
The smell that was coming off of Stiles was irritating his noise. “Let me tell
you how your father failed me and my family and how you ended up here. You see
this is how it started…
            The fire had burned down my family home. It was the talk of the
town that someone was brave enough to attack a pack of werewolves. It killed
just about everyone! Derek and Cora were away, and I was left severely burned.
Almost as soon as Derek and Cora returned to Beacon Hills, Cora was killed. She
was a strong Beta by werewolf standards, but she was killed. I was furious that
someone was targeting my family! That someone in that good for nothing town was
attacking us! The sheriff and I had a nice chat.
            “Noah!” I yelled at your father. “I want you to bring the people
who did this to justice!” I think he was shocked by how quickly I had healed
from my burns. Being a werewolf has its advantages, and healing quickly is one
of them. “Now my niece has been murdered! Someone is targeting us! I want
justice!”
            “Mr. Hale,” Noah calmly explained. “We are doing everything we can
to find out who burned your home and murdered your niece. Something like this
takes time to find those who are responsible. I promise we will find whoever
did this to you and your family.
            Well you see my burns left me with a deep hatred, and I wanted
revenge. “You have had nearly three months to find the person responsible, and
yet nothing! You and this department are doing nothing to find who did this!” I
was furious and the wolf in me was coming out. I was turning into the monster
and I think I broke a desk in half.
            “Peter.” Noah nervously spoke. “Please, please calm down…”
            “I want those who did this brought to justice!” I yelled. My temper
was raging and I wanted blood. “You have had plenty of time and yet no one has
been brought to justice!”
            “What do you want me to do!?” Noah yelled. I think he was getting
nervous that I was going to kill him.
            “AN OMEGA!!!” I yelled. “I want an Omega, no more specifically your
first-born Omega child.” That was when the idea hit me. If he couldn’t find
those who destroyed my family, then he would provide me with the means that
would rebuild the Hale family. “I think that’s a fair deal.”
            His face dropped, and my wolf in me soothed. “How is that a fair
deal?”
            “You have failed to bring to justice those who have just about
wiped out my family! I think it is your job as a human Alpha, that once you
sire an Omega the child becomes mine.” I could hear is heart racing, and I knew
he was thinking of a way to handle the situation.
           “Peter, I don’t think it is fair that I give you my first Omega
child.” Noah nervously spoke. “I should be allowed to raise my own child.”
           “Until the child is sixteen and before their first heat, or if their
first heat comes before their sixteenth birthday.” I calmly explained. “That
gives you time to prepare the child, which I think is more than fair.
Considering my family was burned to death, and one was murdered when she came
back. Or I can turn around and destroy this town. Your choice Noah, now pick.”
          Oh, I could hear the gears turning in your father’s head. Then I saw
it, the look of resolve and the deep breathing he was doing. “Is there any…”
         “No, your first Omega child once they turn sixteen and before their
first heat, or if their heat comes first. That is the deal. Take it or leave
it.” I explained to Noah. My eyes were still blood red, and I was ready to kill
everyone in that whole station.
          And since you are here Stiles, you can figure out what he chose.”
Peter finished explaining to Stiles. He smiled as he watched the tears fall
down Stiles’s face. He slowly massaged the bond bite, watching as it relaxed
the Omega. “So, that’s why you are here Stiles. To bare my children, and to
help me rebuild the Hale family.”
          Stiles felt anger deep down to his bones, hating what he had just
been told. Hating the Peter even more. “I don’t want this. I will escape.” He
uncurled his hands that were entangled in the sheets and swatted Peter’s hands
away from him. “You backed my dad into a corner. There is no way he would have
agreed to this any other way. GAH!!!” Stiles didn’t have time to react as his
arms were forced above his head and Peter tightened his grip on Stiles’s
wrists. The scent that Peter was releasing was making Stiles nervous. Stiles
forced himself to stay still as Peter began to play with his throat and chest.
         “You may not be on your heat anymore, but you still have a lingering
smell of it.” Peter slyly spoke. “Since this was your first heat, you getting
pregnant is not very likely. This was merely to from our bond my dear Omega. By
your next heat, you should be very fertile and start to help me rebuild my
family.” He quickly got off the bed and began walking towards the door.
          Stiles didn’t dare move, for fear that Peter would return and try to
finish what he started. Each sound of Peter’s footsteps echoed as Stiles
listened to the Alpha werewolf leaving the room. Once the door opened and
closed, and the lock clicked, did Stiles release his breath. Slowly, trying not
to cause his body anymore pain, did Stiles sit up, and then forced himself off
the bed. He refused to let Peter make him a weak Omega. “I’ve been strong my
whole life, I’m not about to…” Stiles stopped midsentence as he came to a stop
in front of the full-length body mirror. Everything he thought was the truth,
and he didn’t recognize his own body.
         His reflection showed the body of an Omega who had been through hell
and back, that of an Omega who had been in an abusive bond for at least four
years. Stiles couldn’t believe that he had been forced into the bond to Peter
about week ago, the only thing that gave him hope were his eyes. He saw how his
eyes held so much defiance in them and the resolve to escape from the Alpha.
Stiles tore his eyes away from his reflection and made his way to the shower,
for he was looking forward to a nice long hot shower. “You have got to be
kidding me.” Stiles mumbled. He picked up the note that was taped to the shower
door.
        Stiles, I do not trust you taking a shower without me, so I have
installed a lock on it. If you feel the need to bathe, then feel free to take a
bath. Make sure you use the items that are made specifically for Omegas.
Remember, I will smell if you used anything that is mine. Peter.
        “That bastard!” Stiles angrily whispered. Never before had he had
anyone tell him what he can and cannot do, and now he was being told that he is
to bare children for an Alpha he hates and that he can only use specific
products. “I’m going to kill him.”
         “You’re going to do what to me Stiles?” Peter breathed out.
          The yelp that escaped his mouth echoed in the whole room and Stiles
quickly turned around and was face to face with the Alpha. “Peter.” Stiles felt
his heart skip a beat and his pulse quicken. He thought he was safe from the
Alpha, and yet he was looking Peter dead in the eyes. “I didn’t say anything.”
          “You’re a terrible liar Stiles.” Peter spoke. He walked closer to
Stiles, and forced the Omega to back up until he was gripping the edge of the
tub. “I believe you said that you were going to kill me. Now to say something
like that to an Alpha werewolf, well that usually means death. But since I need
you, you can make it up to me by sucking my cock and then getting in the tub so
that I can clean you. Then you will accompany down the stairs and we will enjoy
a nice breakfast. Derek will also be there, so I cannot have you smelling as
though you are still on your heat. Now get down on those knees and start making
it up to me.”
           Stiles gritted his teeth, getting ready to make a smart comeback at
the Alpha, but a flash of those red eyes and everything changed. His body
acting against him as he slowly got down onto his knees. I’m going to kill him
for sure.Stiles looked up as Peter stepped closer to him and his eyes were
drawn to Peter’s member. It gave Stiles the chills as he watched the cock
getting harder, and how that organ had caused him so much pain. He decided
right then and there that he wasn’t going to suck it. “Fuck you!” Stiles
whispered out. He moved quick and pushed past the Alpha, yet he should have
known that the werewolf was going to be faster. The next thing that Stiles knew
was that his back was against the cold tile of the shower and Peter tightly
held his wrists. “I am not yours.” Stiles wished he could stop talking, but he
couldn’t. He shivered as he watched Peter leaned in and start to smell his
skin. Stiles was trying hard not to move, and he felt Peter release his wrists.
He knew that the Alpha wasn’t done, and he was right. Like the cold heavy steel
around his ankle, Stiles could feel cold steel digging into his wrists.
          “I wish you would learn to stop being such a difficult Omega Stiles.”
Peter mused out. Satisfied that Stiles wasn’t going anywhere, he stepped out of
the shower.
          Stiles tugged at his cuffed wrists, trying to see if he could slip
the restraints. He let out a grunt of frustration, hating that he was a
prisoner to this Alpha. I’m going to kill him!Stiles thought in his mind. He
was proud of himself for keeping his mouth shut, for he knew that Peter was
going to hurt him and Stiles didn’t want to add to the pain. Stiles tried to
calm his nervous breathing as he counted the seconds it took for Peter to
return. Terror took hold of him as he watched the Alpha step back into the
shower.
         “You know what Stiles,” Peter calmly spoke. He walked to the shower
head and detached it from the wall. “I’m glad you are such a stubborn Omega. I
don’t think it would be any fun to have an Omega that just submits to
everything I want.” He stepped closer to Stiles. “Now it’s time to get you
clean.”
         The water was ice cold and Stiles couldn’t hold back the yelp that
escaped his mouth. It felt like daggers were piercing his skin, and he was
hoping that the water would become warmer. After a few moments when it didn’t
get warmer, he had enough. “It’s cold you…I mean Alpha.” Stiles swore under his
breath as he heard Peter laugh.
         “Oh, yeah about that.” Peter teased out. He changed the pressure on
the shower head and smiled as Stiles let out a sharp cry of pain. “I never said
I was going to clean you with warm water.” He smiled as he listened to the
Omega whimper out in pain. “You will learn fast Stiles that I do not put up
with insubordination for long and that I hate having to repeat myself more than
once.” Once he was satisfied that Stiles was wet enough, he placed the shower
head down and began to clean the Omega.
          Stiles couldn’t stop the feeling of his skin crawling under Peter’s
touch, but he forced himself to stay still. It was beyond difficult for him
because he was ADHD and just standing still was very difficult on him. His
teeth were starting to hurt from having to grit them, not only from the cold
water that clung to his body, but from when Peter ran his hand over a bruise
and pressed down on it. Stiles knew that Peter was enjoying tormenting him,
hoping to get a reaction from him, but Stiles was not going to give him the
satisfaction. Sick, twisted Alpha!Stiles thought. A small sigh of relief
escaped his mouth as he felt Peter’s hands leave his body, and then… “GAH!!!”
The ice-cold water stung even more than before, and chilled him to the bone.
Nothing in his whole life had ever been this bad before and Stiles knew that
this was probably only the beginning of how cruel Peter could be. “Stop,
I’ll…I’ll get sick.” He couldn’t stop his teeth from chattering nor could he
keep the desperation out of his voice.
        Stiles didn’t know if Peter didn’t understand him, or if the Alpha was
just choosing to ignoring, all he knew was that his sense of time was being
disrupted from the cold. He tried to concentrate on something else, but a blast
of the ice-cold water would strike a bruise and bring his mind back to what was
happening to him. Time blurred until the water finally stopped and Stiles could
not stop his body from shaking. He hoped that Peter was done tormenting him,
but he was wrong as he felt the Alpha turning his body around. Stiles silently
cursed under his breath as he knew that there would be a new bruise forming on
his face.
        “I should do you right here in the shower Stiles.” Peter whispered. He
nipped at the bond bite, listening to the Omega whine out in pain. “But that
cold water made me lose my hard on. So, this is what’s going to happen now. I’m
going to release you, and you will follow me. Since you have made things so
difficult, you are not getting an ounce of clothing to wear. I will release
your ankle and you will follow me down to breakfast. Should you give me a hard
time or be disobedient to me, then I promise you will be wishing that a cold
shower is the only punishment I ever give you. Do we understand one another
Stiles?”  
       Stiles couldn’t stop his body from shaking, and he couldn’t tell if it
was from the threat that or from the water, but he knew that Peter was being
serious. He slowly shook his head, and before he could blink, Peter pulled his
head back and slammed it back into the wall. Stiles swore under his as he
tasted blood fill his mouth. In his mind, he knew what Peter wanted to hear,
but his pride was keeping him from speaking. All Stiles did was spit the blood
out and watched as it mixed with the water. He felt his body break out into
more goosebumps when he heard Peter growl, and felt the grip tighten on his
head. Stiles felt the hot breath of Peter right on his ear, and felt the Alpha
was parting his legs.
       Peter began to run his left hand along Stiles left leg, loving the smell
of fear and defiance that was coming off the Omega. “I asked you a question
Stiles. You have one more chance to answer me, or I promise I will take you in
this bathroom, in every position I can think of. Then I’ll tie you to the bed,
bring you breakfast, make you eat it like a dog and then take you again. Now
think carefully Stiles, and I promise if you go with the second option you will
not be able to walk for a month.”
       The threat struck something in Stiles, and he felt his Omega nature
caving to the Alpha. He needed to survive, and he needed to walk. If he had any
hope of escaping, then he needed to be able to move. Stiles silence the
rebuttal’s and the arguments that his mind was coming up with, and forced his
body to go slack. “Sorry Alpha. Yes Alpha, I understand.” Stiles hoped that
Peter heard him, because he knew that his voice was no louder than a whisper.
The breath he had been holding him was released as he felt Peter release him.
Stiles let the few tears he had been holding back fall down his face, and let
his body fall to his knees as soon as Peter released his wrists. He listened as
Peter walked out of the shower and walked out of the restroom, and Stiles
forced his body to go on automatic. Slowly, ever so slowly, he forced his
bruised and battered body off his knees and the slowly started to walk to the
bedroom. Stiles kept his head down and tried to keep his shivering down. The
cold metal cuff around his ankle didn’t help, nor did the clinking sound, but
he walked to where Peter was standing and waited. He could stop the flinch his
body made when he felt the thick cotton touch his body.
      “I hope you know that I don’t enjoy hurting you Stiles.” Peter explained.
He began to rub the Omega with the towel. “Can’t have to future mother of my
pups getting sick, now can I? Start doing as I say and I promise that your life
will be better.”
      “Yes Alpha.” Stiles whispered out. You do enjoy hurting me! Why else
would my body be so marked, even when I did what you said!He yelled it in his
mind, and had to bite his tongue so that the words did not come out. Stiles
knew Peter’s moods could switch within a second, so he had to do what he could
to not make the Alpha angry.
      Time was lost to him, and finally he felt the cotton being moved from his
body. Stiles kept his head down as he watched Peter kneel and release the cuff
that was around his ankle. “Now let us go enjoy breakfast Stiles. If you behave
during the meal, then I may consider letting you wear some clothing again.”
      Stiles kept his head down, not wanting to cause a confrontation with the
Alpha. “Yes Alpha.” He listened as Peter turned away and began to walk, and
Stiles forced his feet to move as well, making sure to stay behind the Alpha.
All he knew was that he would play Peter’s sick game, and when he had a chance,
he would escape.         
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles has breakfast with Peter, only to learn that he made a huge
     mistake.
Chapter Notes
     Hope everyone enjoys! New chapter, dark one as well. So read the
     tags! If they are things you do not agree with then don't read! And
     remember that this is fiction! No relation to anything that is real!
Stiles was cold, but he did not say it to Peter. He just kept his head down and
followed behind the Alpha. As they made their way down the stairs, the smell of
food hit his nose and he heard his stomach growl. Stiles looked at Peter from
the corner of his eyes and saw that Peter was smiling. Damn werewolf
hearing.Stiles thought. He wanted to snap at the Alpha, try to run, but he
couldn’t. His body was so bruised and swollen that he would make it less than
three feet before Peter was on top of him. The rest of the journey was quiet,
and once they turned to the dining room, Stiles looked up. He saw that two
plates with steak and eggs had been laid out and that a bowl of oatmeal and
wheat toast had been laid out as well. Stiles could already figure out which
plate was his. He clenched his fists tightly, digging his nails into his hand
so that he kept from speaking out. This is getting old!
            “Take your seat my beautiful Omega.” Peter whispered into Stiles
ear. “Or if you prefer, you can sit on my lap, and I know I can make you more
than comfortable.” He let his wicked grin fall across his face.
            Stiles subconsciously brought his arms over his chest and turned
his head away from Peter. He had to think of how to word what he was about to
say, for the last thing he wanted to do was make Peter angry. “I am fine
sitting in my own seat, Alpha.” Stiles let himself smile for remembering to add
Alpha. When Peter didn’t make a move to strike him, Stiles walked to where the
oatmeal and what toast was and took a seat. His stomach rolled as he smelled
the food, for he had never been a fan of oatmeal or any kind of toast before.
Now being bonded to Peter, he was being forced to be a stereotypical Omega. He
stared at his food and flinched as he watched Peter take his seat.
            “Start eating Stiles, or I will start to think that I have to force
you to eat.” Peter hissed out. “If that is what I must do, then you will be
sitting on my lap.” He cut into his steak and began to eat.
            Damn him.Stiles thought in his mind. He forced himself to pick up
the spoon and forced himself to start eating the oatmeal. The taste was like
glue, and it made his stomach turn. Yet he kept forcing himself to eat, not
wanting Peter’s mood to become violent because he refused to eat his food. His
eyes though roamed to where the other steak and eggs plate was, and he couldn’t
stop his mouth from speaking. “Where’s Derek?” Stiles froze as he watched every
muscle in Peter tighten. Shit!
            “Where my nephew is does not concern you my pet.” Peter sternly
spoke. He continued to eat his food. “He will join us or he won’t. Why do you
care anyway Stiles? Do you feel something for Derek?”
            Shit! Shit! Shit!Stiles shouted in his mind. He messed up big time,
and he knew it. It was only a question, but he knew he should have thought more
before he spoke. Stiles had to think carefully now of what he said, for
anything he said could set the Alpha off. “I-I was…just…just wondering, Alpha,
sir.” Stiles hoped that what he said would appease the Alpha, and the time that
stretched only made his body shake. He hoped that question didn’t come back to
haunt him later.
            Peter simply smiled and resumed eating his food. “Such a curious
Omega, aren’t you Stiles.” He continued to eat his food. “Don’t let your food
get cold Stiles, eat.”
            The command in Peter’s voice was enough for Stiles to forget
everything and start to eat his food. He just swallowed the oatmeal as best as
he could, trying not to taste it. After every few spoonsful of oatmeal, did he
pick up the toast and took a sip of the orange juice that had been laid out.
The air still felt thick and Stiles knew he had to try and lower the tension in
the air. “Is this fresh squeezed Alpha?” Stiles hoped that he could make Peter
forget about his question about Derek. The time it took for Peter to answer
felt like an eternity to Stiles.
            “Yes, Stiles it is.” Peter calmly spoke. He continued to eat his
breakfast, taking his time to cut his steak and dip it in his eggs. “This new
property has allowed myself and Derekto grow our own orange trees.”
            The way that Peter had just said Derek’s name sent chills down
Stiles back. He knew right then and there that no matter what he did, Peter was
still going to punish him for asking about Derek. Damn me and my big
mouth.Stiles thought. I need to learn to keep my big mouth shut.Yet it was hard
for him, since he was naturally curious, and he also had ADHD, which made
things even more difficult.
            While they were eating their breakfast, did the sound of the back
door opening and closing ring through the room. Stiles timidly looked up from
his food, keeping his eyes on Peter, only to be stunned to see Derek walk in
fully naked. He quickly brought his head down, hoping that Peter did not just
catch him looking at the other naked Alpha. He felt his heart skip a beat and
Stiles even felt flushed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see how
quickly Peter stiffened. Stiles new he was he major trouble with the Alpha. Can
this morning get any more troublesome for me?He couldn’t stop his body from
shaking as he continued to eat his breakfast, keeping his eyes down and away
from both Alpha’s.
            Derek took his seat on the opposite side of Peter. “So how was the
Omega during his heat?” He began to eat his breakfast as though everything was
fine in the room. “He looks like you had an amazing time with him uncle.”
            Stiles froze, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His skin
began to crawl as he felt Peter’s hand grab onto his thigh and squeeze tightly.
Stiles held back the whimper that was building in his throat, and continued to
eat his food. He knew that Peter was going to punish him, and he hoped that if
he did what the Alpha wanted right now, he could lessen the punishment.
            “It was an amazing heat Derek.” Peter calmly spoke. “In fact, it
was so amazing, that Stiles and I are going to go back up to his heat suite
after breakfast and have a few more go arounds.” He picked up a piece of steak
and began to chew.
            Each word that Peter spoke, Stiles could feel the nails from the
Alpha digging into his thigh. Yet it was also the first time that Stiles could
see that the steak Peter was eating was bloody and raw. It must be a werewolf
thing.Stiles thought. He couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped his mouth,
and when Stiles looked down, he saw that Peter’s claws were digging into his
thigh. Stiles also saw that there was a streak of red running down his thigh,
and he knew that he was bleeding. Bastard!Stiles yelled in his head. He knew
that Peter was enjoying this, and that the Alpha was daring him to speak.
Stiles kept his mouth shut and continued to eat, eating even slower to try and
delay what Peter was going to do to him.
            “Now Stiles dear.” Peter sinisterly spoke. The change in the air
was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. “I know you are as anxious as I
am to have another round, so I need you to hurry up and eat a little faster.”
            The nails digging into his leg were plenty warning, and the tone of
Peter’s voice only added to threat hanging in the air. Stiles knew that he
couldn’t take his time anymore, so he picked his pace up on eating, hoping that
if he showed compliancy to the Alpha, he would lessen his punishment. Not long
after the unspoken threat, did Stiles finish his food, waiting for the Alpha to
direct him on what to do next.
            “Derek.” Peter firmly spoke. The other Alpha looked up from his
food, waiting for the older Alpha to speak. “When you are done, clean the
plates and the kitchen. Stiles and I are anxious to go back up to his room and
you know, have a few more trips around town.” Peter smiled and winked, slowly
getting up from his chair.
            Stiles just put his mind on autopilot and followed the Alpha’s
lead. He slowly rose from his chair and followed Peter. His body began to shake
once they were out of the dining room, knowing that Peter was leading him back
to the room, and Stiles knew that it was not going to be good. Everything
echoed and it was making him break out into goosebumps. He wanted to say
something, but every time he tried to open his mouth, he quickly shut it when
he saw Peter looking at him. Stiles felt like he was walking to his death, and
jumped when Peter took a detour to another room. Stiles wanted to ask what
Peter was doing, but he could see that it was a supply closet of some kind. He
kept his eyes down, not wanting to incur anymore of Peter’s mouth, but his
curiosity got the better of him. “What are you doing Peter?” Shit!Stiles
screamed in his mind. He realized too late that he said Peter and not Alpha.
“I’m sorry Alpha.” His body began to tremble as Peter turned to face him. A
whimper escaped his mouth as Peter reached out and began to stroke his face.
The smile that Peter put on his face had Stiles scared.
            “Let’s go to your room, pet.” Peter calmly spoke. He entangled his
hand in Stiles’s hair and began to drag the Omega towards the room.
            Stiles cried out in pain, but kept his hands at his side, knowing
that if he lashed out at the Alpha, he was going to be in more pain. Peter was
walking too fast, and Stiles feet kept going out from under him. He couldn’t
believe that Peter was dragging him back to the room, and when they reached the
room, Stiles had no time to prepare as Peter opened the door and threw him
through the door. Stiles landed hard on his shoulder, and he quickly got on his
hands and knees and began to crawl away from Peter. He was in survival mood,
and he knew that Peter was going to severely hurt him. Yet Stiles was not fast
enough to get away before Peter entangled his hand once again in his hair. “I’m
sorry!” Stiles cried out. He didn’t fight as Peter forced him to stand, but he
was not ready for the hit that followed. Stiles was back down on his knees,
gasping for breath. He could feel the bruise forming on his gut, knowing that
it was simply another one on the fading bruises left by Peter. “Please…Alpha.”
Stiles gasped out.
            “First you ask me, your ALPHA!” Peter shouted. He watched as Stiles
slowly started to flinch back. “About another Alpha! Then when that other Alpha
comes in, your wandering eyes go straight for his naked form and his Alpha
cock!” The fist he made, connected to Stiles face, and the Omega went down on
the ground, coughing blood. “You are mine Stiles! Then you speak out of term,
andforget to say Alpha!” He kicked Stiles in the gut, listening as the Omega
whimpered out in pain. “You seem to be forgetting that you belong to me!” He
reached out and grabbed Stiles by the back of the neck.
            Stiles cried out in pain, for the grab to the bond bite was
painful. He knew that he was going to be punished, but he never thought that
the Alpha was this sadistic. The fingers digging into the bite were rough and
painful, and Stiles swore that he could feel blood start to trickle out of the
bond bite. Stiles couldn’t fight it as he was forced to stand, and violently
shoved towards the bed. He landed just short of the bed, and his body painfully
skidded across the floor. “Please Alpha! I’m sorry!” Stiles tried to stand, but
the Alpha was upon him, keeping him pinned to the ground. He could feel the hot
breath of Peter on his ear, and Stiles whimpered out.
            “You should have really thought about that before you pissed me the
hell off.” Peter hissed into Stiles ear. “Now take your god damn punishment.”
He forced Stiles to stand and threw the Omega on the bed.
            The contact with the bed hurt, and Stiles felt his body bounce.
Somewhere in his mind, he knew he should just give up and take what the Alpha
was going to do to him, but that wasn’t him. Stiles slowly tried to crawl off
the bed, and once his feet contacted the floor, he limped towards the bathroom.
I’m just pissing him off more.Stiles thought. If I don’t get away, then he’s
going to severely hurt me.“GAH!” He had no time to prepare before he felt the
iron like arm of the Alpha wrap around him. Stiles could feel his feet leaving
the floor and he felt the tears falling down his face. If he was saying
anything, then Stiles didn’t hear it. He couldn’t even hear his own voice over
the sound of his heart pounding, and soon he felt the soft fabric of the sheets
under him once again. Flight or fight took over and he began to lash out at the
Alpha. The punch to the face stilled his body as he tasted blood in his mouth.
“Please!” Stiles screamed. He couldn’t fight as Peter rolled his body over so
that he was lying on his stomach nor stop Peter from restraining his hands
above his head.
            “Stiles.” Peter sternly spoke. He watched as the Omega’s body
stilled. “Take your punishment for being a little shit of an Omega, or I swear
that when I am done with you, you will not be able to walk properly for the
next four months.”
            Stiles didn’t know if it was the tone of the threat, or how Peter
said it, but he felt all the fight leave him. He forced his body to go slack as
he felt Peter spread his legs. Stiles felt his heartrate increasing, and he
knew that he was going to be in a world of trouble. “Please Alpha.” His voice
was barely above a whisper, but he had to try. “I’m sorry, Alpha.” Stiles felt
his stomach rolling, but he had to try something.
            “You are mine.” Peter furiously spoke. He worked on securing Stiles
legs so that they would stay spread out as well. “You do not ask me about
another Alpha, nor do you look at another naked one. I am the one you belong
to.” He finished securing Stiles legs, and smiled. “I hope that this will be
the last time I need to punish you this severely.”
            There was no time for Stiles to figure out what Peter was talking
about before he felt the contact. “GAH!” The pain was worse than anything
Stiles had known so far and he wonder what Peter had just struck him with. He
slowly turned his head to see that Peter had a cane of some kind in his hand.
Stiles knew he knew what kind of cane it was, but he couldn’t recall it now.
“I’m sorry Alpha.” His voice was barely above a whisper, and the tears were
falling harder down his face. Stiles couldn’t stop his body from flinching as
he felt Peter’s hand rub the mark. He swore that the Alpha was deliberately
pressing down on the mark, causing more blood to rush to the surface. Stiles
was rewarded by the sound of swooshing through the air, and the next strike
landing closer to his hole. “Please! I’m sorry Alpha!” You son of a
bitch!Stiles screamed in his mind. You are twisted! You enjoy causing me
pain!Two more strikes followed behind and he could no longer scream.
            Time seemed to blend together as Stiles laid there on the bed, no
longer able to scream, only silently cry. Stiles swore that he would escape,
for he did not deserve to be treated the way he was, and that he would get back
to Scott. He let his mind wonder, and then something had him go tense. No
longer was there the sound of a cane slicing through the air, and Stiles felt
the bed between his legs dip. Stiles knew exactly what was coming next, and
despite his body being in pain, a fresh wave of adrenaline ran through his body
as he began to twist and turn his body. “No! Don’t you fucking touch me!”
Stiles screamed. He knew it did no good, and he also knew that Peter was going
to make it as painful as possible, but it didn’t stop him. Stiles was not just
going to keel over and be an obedient Omega. The hit to the back of the head
stilled him, and his world began to spin.
            “Don’t you fucking try me Stiles.” Peter hissed out. He rolled his
pants down, and lined up his cock with Stiles hole. “Now I’m going to fuck you,
and when I am done, you will thank me like a grateful Omega. Or I promise
Stiles, your life will become a living fucking hell until your next heat.” He
gave Stiles no time to prepare as he quickly snapped his hips forward.
            Though Stiles could feel that Peter was halfway in him, the pain
was extreme. It knocked all the air out of him, and he could not make a noise
as he felt Peter’s cock in him. He felt as Peter slowly pulled the cock out
until only the head was in, and then hands gripped his sides tightly. Stiles
whimpered out as he felt the Alpha’s claws digging into his sides, feeling as
more blood was drawn, and he could feel that Peter was getting ready to strike
again. “GAH!” Stiles cried out. He couldn’t believe that within two thrusts,
Peter was all the way in him, and he felt every inch of the huge Alpha cock
that was in him. Stiles could swear that it was ripping him in two. “Please
Alpha!” Stiles cried out. He wished he was in heat so that it could lessen the
pain, but knew that it was not going to happen. “You’re going to kill me!”
            “I’m not going to kill you Stiles.” Peter hissed out. He began to
slowly thrust in and out of Stiles, listening to all the sounds that the Omega
was making. “I’m just going to fuck you until you learn to be an obedient
Omega. Remember I need you to breed some strong pups. I’m not going to let you
die.” He made sure to make his point by ramming his cock fiercely into Stiles
hole. “Damn Stiles. When you’re not in heat, your hole is tight as can be. Well
we are about to fix that.” He continued to pound into Stiles, listening to all
the sounds that the Omega was making.
            Stiles could feel that Peter was hitting his cervix, and that he
swore that his insides were becoming just as bruised as his outsides were. He
didn’t try to fight, nor did he tried to beg as he just laid there and let
Peter use him. Stiles just gripped the sheets in his hand and squeezed them
tightly. Each thrust was harder than the one before, and each one had him
whining out in pain. Everything was made worse for Peter made sure that each
thrust caused his body to contact with the opened wounds. Stiles wanted to
scream, wanted to yell stop, to tell the Alpha to go fuck himself, but he
couldn’t. There was no voice left in him, and each thrust only had him gasping
for breath.
            All sense of time is lost to him as Peter continues to viciously
move in and out of him, and all Stiles could do was lay there and take it. The
sounds of their body’s making contact echoed throughout the room, and all
Stiles tried to do was concentrate on a spot on the wall. He could feel his
body moving up and down with each thrust, and he just took it. The hit to the
back of his head had incapacitated him, and it was starting to set in. Son of a
bitch.Stiles thought. He just watched as the room moved back and forth. Soon he
felt Peter’s cock start to twitch and the knot inflate. Stiles felt his eyes go
wide as he was once again locked to the Alpha, and felt the release of the
Alpha stat to fill him. Stiles hoped that this was all Peter was going to do to
him, but the suddenness of something grabbing his own member. It raised alarms
bells in his head as he felt Peter’s hand moving along his shaft, and his cock
becoming hard. What the hell are you doing!Stiles wanted to scream it but he
couldn’t.
            “Don’t get too excited my dear sweet Omega.” Peter cooed out. He
continued to stroke Stiles’s cock, feeling it get harder with each stroke. “I’m
not going to let you release. I’m going to show you how you frustrate the
living hell out of me.”
            Stiles felt himself getting so close, but then the hand was gone,
and everything came crashing down. He could feel his member was hard, and he
knew that a few more strokes and he would release, but Peter had stopped. It
was frustrating, but he whimpered out as he felt the knot move, and listened as
he heard Peter rustle through his pants. Stiles couldn’t believe that the Alpha
had his pants on still, and he wondered what the Alpha could have in his pants.
“Ah.” Stiles was surprised by what he felt going around his cock, but also by
the fact he could make a sound. He felt cold steel going around his cock, and
it clicked in his head. He’s putting me in a cock cage!Stiles screamed in his
mind. He tried to pull at the bindings around his wrists, but he had no
strength to do so. All Stiles could do was just take it, and silently whimper
as he felt his cock getting locked in the cage and Peter’s knot moving around.
When he thought the worse was done, he was wrong. Stiles felt Peter’s mouth
nibbling on his neck, sucking and biting on the bond bite. All it did was drive
Stiles crazy, and caused his cock to pulse against the cock cage. He wanted to
release, but he couldn’t release because of the contraption, and he had to deal
with Peter’s hands roaming his body. Stiles was feeling too many sensations and
it was driving him crazy. He prayed that the knot would deflate soon and that
Peter would leave him be.
            “I’m staying right here with you, pet.” Peter whispered in between
each nibble. “I hope you learn your lesson Stiles. I really do hate to repeat
and reteach, but I will do what I need to do to make you understand.”
            Stiles wanted to yell, wanted to scream, wanted to escape, but he
knew he couldn’t. Everything was catching up to him, and while still connected
to the Alpha, he let the tiredness take him. Stiles felt his eyes grow heavy
and he let them close. All he wanted to do was escape and he swore that no
matter what he would stay strong and find a way to escape.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Super sorry this update took so long! This chapter was hard to write,
     but I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter! Oh and I know I'm not
     sticking to certain things from the show, but this is my story.
Scott couldn’t believe that he just watched the werewolf Alpha known as Peter
Hale shove Stiles into the car. Though he was dating Allison, they have all
been taught that Beta’s can’t have children and that Alpha’s needed an Omega.
He was in love with Allison, but he still wanted kids in the future and he was
planning on asking Stiles to be his surrogate carrier. Once Mr. Harris’s class
was done, the rest of the day seemed to go by rather quickly for him, and he
couldn’t stop checking his phone to see if Stiles had text him back about what
was going and why he left with the two werewolf Alpha’s. Scott was not looking
forward to serving detention alone, but his mind kept going back to Stiles. He
just couldn’t figure out why Stiles left with the two Hale Alpha’s.  It didn’t
make sense for Stiles to leave with those Alpha’s, and it was bothering him
that Stiles still hadn’t responded to his text messages. Scott found an excuse
to sneak away so that he could try to call his friend.
            As the phone rang, Scott grew worried when Stiles didn’t answer.
After the fifth ring, Scott sighed as he listened to Stiles’s voicemail. “Hey
Stiles. Look I was wondering why you left with the Hale’s, especially because
they’re Alphas, and you’re an Omega. Just, just let me know that you’re
alright, please. I’m worried about you that’s all.” He hung the phone up, and
paced back and forth. Scott punched the wall, hating that he didn’t know what
was going on with Stiles. The next place he had to go was to Coach Finstock and
let him know that he wouldn’t be able to make practice, for he had detention to
serve.
            “McCall!” Finstock yelled. He slammed the door and caused Scott to
jump. “The championship is in two weeks and I need everyone at practice!” He
paced back and forth, rubbing his hands over his face. “You picked the perfect
time to get detention. Have to hold tryouts as well, spot opened up on the
team. And because you got detention, I want the whole team here bright and
early in the morning to practice before school starts. Now get out of my
office. Don’t let this happen again.”
            “Yes Coach.” Scott quickly spoke. He ran out of the office, and out
of the locker room. He only had a few minutes to get to Mr. Harris’s class to
serve his detention. By the time he reached the classroom, he had to stop a
moment to catch his breath. Scott took a deep breath and went into the
classroom.
            “McCall.” Mr. Harris spoke. Scott slightly flinched and walked to
the front of the classroom. “You are ten minutes late for detention. For being
late, I will be adding on an extra twenty minutes to your detention time.”
            “Mr. Harris.” Scott quickly spoke. “I had to talk to Coach
Finstock. To, to let him know that I wouldn’t be making practice.”
            “I will make it thirty minutes if you don’t take your seat now.”
Mr. Harris sternly spoke. “What’s it going to be?”
            Scott quickly found his seat, hating that he just had another
twenty minutes added to his time already. That was going to feel like a
lifetime to him, for he needed to find out what was going on with Stiles. He
took out a binder and began to write down some notes, all the while keeping his
hand hovering over his pocket. Scott just had an uncomfortable feeling that
something was wrong with Stiles, and his Alpha instincts were going crazy. It
just didn’t make sense for Stiles to get into the car with Peter and Derek
Hale, both of whom were Alphas. He understood how Stiles felt when his ADHD
kicked in, and it was driving him crazy. The Omega he cared about since
childhood was missing, and he was stuck in a classroom with no contact. His
eyes traveled to the clock and saw that he had only been in the classroom for
five minutes. Scott let his head fall and hit the table, and let out a groan.
Why hasn’t Stiles answered my texts? Why did he go with those other Alpha’s?
What the heck is going on?He wished he understood what was happening, and he
wished that his detention was already over.
            “McCall.” Mr. Harris snapped. Scott quickly lifted head, and saw
that Mr. Harris was staring at him. “That’s going to be another ten minutes
added to your time. Do not let your head fall again or I can keep added time to
your detention.” Scott watched as Mr. Harris went back to grading papers in
front of him.
            “Yes sir.” Scott replied. He went back to his notes and continue to
write down random things. After a few minutes, he realized what he was writing
and he shook his head. Scott had been writing that Stiles was his, and he was
going to do whatever it took to get the Omega back. He just couldn’t believe he
wrote that, for he knew that Stiles wasn’t that kind of Omega. Scott pictured
Stiles yelling at him, and it made him smile. Earth to Scott!Stiles’s voice
rang in his head. I don’t want an Alpha. I mean don’t get me wrong, I know my
biology will take over, but I never want a bond.Scott smiled as he thought
about his friend. He felt his phone vibrate, and Scott felt his heart leap,
hoping that it was Stiles finally getting back to him. His eyes drifted to Mr.
Harris, and saw that the teacher was still grading papers, and Scott took a
chance. Everything in him was screaming to know that Stiles was alright, that
those other Alpha’s hadn’t done anything yet. All the scenario’s going through
his mind were driving his Alpha instincts crazy. His eyes drifted down, and he
saw that the message was from Allison. Though he was happy to see a message
from Allison, he felt disappointment that there wasn’t one from Stiles. Scott
slid his phone back into his pocket, and he opened his math book, figuring that
he could get a head start on the work.
              Forty minutes later, and Scott’s eyes traveled back to the clock,
just counting down the minutes until Mr. Harris said he could go. Throughout
his entire time in detention, his phone went off multiple times, mostly from
Allison and his mother, but nothing from Stiles. Scott was having trouble
controlling his Alpha instincts, for he never had to worry about Stiles before.
It was setting him on edge, and he wondered why those instincts were becoming
stronger now. He tried to remember learning about Alpha biology, but everything
in him was focused on Stiles.
            “You can go McCall.” Mr. Harris’s voice cut through the silence. It
surprised Scott, for he was getting lost in his own thoughts about Stiles. “And
next time control your Alpha hormones. You are stinking this place up with that
jealousy scent you’re releasing.”
            Scott shook his head, not even realizing that he was releasing a
scent at all. He knew that his Alpha biology would be showing more, but he
didn’t think he would be able to release any kind of scents. “Yes sir.” Scott
quickly spoke. He placed all his belongings in his bag and quickly left the
room. His phone vibrated again, and he quickly pulled it out, and he was
disappointed. Scott saw that Allison was calling him, and his instincts were
really taking over that it wasn’t Stiles. “Hey, sorry I haven’t been responding
to your messages, had detention.”
            “Fine, I forgive you Scott.” Allison’s voice laughed through the
phone. “Just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me early.” Scott smiled as he
heard her laugh again. It was the most beautiful sound he ever heard.
            “Sorry, a lot of things on my mind.” Scott replied. He felt himself
squeezing the phone, feeling an anger in him he didn’t understand. It was
surprising him, and he took a deep breath, trying to force his body to relax.
“So, what’s going on?”
            “Well we missed the original show time for the movie, but there’s a
later showing.” Allison answered through the phone. “Are you able to borrow
your mother’s car, or do you want me to pick you up.”
            Just as he was getting ready to reply, he felt his phone vibrate,
and saw that his mother was calling him. “Hey babe. I’ll call you right back
with an answer. Mom is calling me right now.” He listened as she said alright
and they both told each other that they loved one another. Scott quickly hit
the answer key on his phone. “Hey Mom.”
            “Get out here Scott.” Melissa responded. The line went dead, and
Scott just looked at his phone. He knew that tone, and he knew that he was in
trouble with his mom. His mom may not be an Alpha, but she was scary when she
used that tone. Scott knew he was in trouble and he ran out the front door. He
let his head drop once he saw his mother standing outside, arms crossed, and
giving him an evil stare. “Hurry up Scott. We have a lot to talk about.”
            Scott kept his head down as he got in the car, and only let his
eyes drift up to watch his mother get in the car. She may have been an Omega,
but she carried herself as an Alpha, and when she got in the car, he knew that
he was in some major trouble. “Detention again. Scott that’s the third time
this month.” He watched as she put the car in drive and took off. “In case
you’re wondering how I found out, I called Coach Finstock to find out what time
practice ended. And he tells me you’re not at practice because you got
detention. Scott. You are an Alpha, and you’re hitting a very important stage
in your life. Detention is not the way to go, and I can scent that you’ve been
releasing some strong hormones.”
            “I’m sorry Mom.” Scott replied. He didn’t think he was already
going through that stage of his life, but apparently, he was. “A lot happened
today, and I didn’t mean to get detention.”
            “I’m putting my foot down Scott.” Melissa spoke. She pulled into
the driveway and threw the car in park. “I have to be a tougher Mom. And for
getting detention for the third time, you’re grounded for two months. No
hanging out with Stiles, no going out with Allison, no nothing. I am going to
be driving you to and from school, and when you have practice as well. And
that’s the way it’s going to be for the next two months.”
            “Mom, no please.” Scott started to beg. That was the last thing he
wanted, for he had to find out what was going on with Stiles, and make sure
that his friend was okay.
            “Damnit Scott.” Melissa hissed. She hit the steering wheel. “You’re
a developing Alpha, and you can’t control your own scent release. I am trying
to protect you and help you out. Now get in the house and go straight to your
room.” She got out of the car and watched as Scott got out as well. “This is
going to be a trying time for you in your life. You’re developing as an Alpha,
and there’s so much you’re going through. I need to help you as much as I can.
Now go to your room Scott. Grab something from the fridge and bring it up to
your room.”
            Scott didn’t say anything as he went to the kitchen. He quickly put
a sandwich together and went up to his room. His emotions were going crazy as
he sat on his bed, for he had to know what was going on with Stiles. To him,
that was all that mattered. Scott ate his sandwich, and paced back and forth,
waiting for his mom to go to bed. When he heard the door to her bedroom close,
he quickly opened his window and climbed out. Every instinct in him was telling
him to get over to Stiles’s house to make sure that the Omega was alright. Then
he would have Stiles tell him why he was ignoring his calls. Scott made sure to
sneak as quietly as he could, for his mom seemed to know when he was sneaking
out. He grabbed his bike and quietly continued to make his way away from the
house, and when he was satisfied he was enough away, he jumped on his bike and
began to paddle.
            Time seemed to go by slowly, and he was panting by the time he got
to Stiles’s house. He felt his heart leap when he saw Stiles’s jeep in the
driveway. If the jeep was there, then that meant Stiles had to be home. Scott
had to hold onto that hope, for it seemed to sooth his Alpha instincts
believing that his friend was safe at home. His feet were moving before his
brain was catching up to him, and he was knocking on the door. Scott waited,
and felt his nose crinkle. There was a strong smell of alcohol, and that raised
a red flag right away. The door opened and Scott hoped that it was Stiles, and
just as quickly as the hope came, it left as he saw it was Sheriff Stilinski
that answered the door. “Hey Mr. Stilinski, is Stiles home?”
            Scott watched as horror crossed Sheriff Stilinski’s face, and he
wondered what was going on. “Hey Scott. Um, Stil…Stiles isn’t here.” Noah
quietly spoke. Scott could see fresh tears forming in the Sheriff’s eyes, and
he was wondering what happened to the Omega. “He…he wi…will not, not be home
ev, ever again.” Hearing those words struck Scott hard, and he felt Alpha
instincts taking over. “His, his Alpha got him. He’s never coming home. I’m
sorry Scott.” Scott didn’t have a chance to say anything, before the door was
slammed in his face.
            Scott didn’t understand what was going on, and he paced back and
forth, trying to understand what was going on. What did the sheriff mean by
Stiles’s Alpha got him, for last Scott knew Stiles wasn’t promised to any
Alpha? He paced back and forth on the front porch, trying to understand what
was going on. Before Scott knew what he was doing, he was getting on his bike
and heading towards the woods. Everything in him was telling him to find Stiles
and bring the Omega back home. He continued to peddle until he was on the edge
of town, knowing that he had to keep going, for he had to find Stiles. Scott
left his bike at the edge of the woods and continued by foot. He didn’t
understand what was driving him, but something was and he knew he had to go
into the woods to try and find Stiles. “What did Sheriff Stilinski mean by
Stiles got picked up by an Alpha?” Scott whispered to himself. It seemed to be
helping him continue forward, and he kept repeating it. “Stiles would have told
me if he was promised off to an Alpha, especially a werewolf one.” He was
thinking about the conversations he had with Stiles, trying to recall if Stiles
ever spoke of being promised off, and not once did Stiles ever say he was
promised off.
            He just kept walking, not knowing if he was going in the right
direction or not, but having to keep looking. Stiles was his friend, was going
to be more to him so that he and Allison could have a family. Part of him knew
that he should turn back and wait until there was light, but he couldn’t stop
looking. Scott pushed himself to keep going, even though he couldn’t see where
he was going, nor know if he was going in circles. All he knew was that his
Alpha instincts were pushing him forward, telling him he had to find Stiles.
Scott stumbled over a branch, and let out a frustrated yell. He knew he wasn’t
getting anywhere in finding Stiles, but there was a drive deep in him, telling
him he had to find Stiles. His eyes traveled upward, and he found that he
stumbled into a clearing, and he decided to rest for a few minutes. A sound
caught his attention, and he snapped his head in the direction. Though he was
in a clearing, it was still dark out, and it was difficult to see. His eyes
scanned the area, trying to see if he could see anything, but his eyes couldn’t
make anything out. Scott felt his heart rate pick up, and he kept spinning
around on his feet, trying to find what made the noise, but he couldn’t see
anything. There’s nothing out here, you’re just paranoid because Stiles is
missing.Scott kept telling himself. He concentrated on his breathing, trying to
focus on what’s going on, and then he felt a wall of bricks hit him and a
searing pain through his side. Scott tried to figure out what was going on, but
before he could figure it out, he felt a punch to the face and then his world
was black. His only thought was that when he woke, he could continue looking
for Stiles once he came to.
End Notes
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