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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Deucalion/Stiles_Stilinski, Ennis/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Stiles_Stilinski, Ennis_(Teen_Wolf), Aiden_(Teen
      Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Kali_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      Werewolf_Mates, Always_Female_Stiles_Stilinski, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Fingerfucking, Semi-Public_Sex, Bathroom_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Plans_and_Consequences
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-07 Updated: 2016-10-22 Chapters: 5/? Words: 8502
****** Unexpected Consequences ******
by neoladyapollonia
Summary
     Stiles tries to adjust to the new changes in her life.
     It turns out there are more than anyone expected.
Notes
     There was originally not going to be a sequel, but it wouldn't leave
     my head when I was trying to go to sleep. So this exists now.
     It picks up almost immediately after No Contact.
     Betaed by LadyKnightKeladry
***** Chapter 1 *****
Deucalion supported Stiles as they walked to her jeep. Her legs were still
shaky from the multiple orgams and she was slightly dizzy. Deucalion assured
her it was due to her sudden change in packs and status.
“Status?”
“Of course, my dear. You’re the mate of the Alpha of a pack of Alphas. Being an
Alpha’s mate gives you certain benefits, and since my pack is all Alphas,
there’ll undoubtedly be an extra boost. You’ll probably need to rest for the
next day or so as your mind and body adjust to the change.”
“You didn’t say anything about that,” she accused.
“That’s because there are no drawbacks. You won’t develop an urge to howl at
the moon, a craving for raw meat, or an ability to sprout claws and fangs.” He
kissed the top of her head. “I’ll explain more to you the next time we meet.”
He helped her into the passenger seat. “Ethan will drive you home. I’ll see you
soon, my dear.”
She glared at him as he walked away, then switched to Ethan when he slid into
the driver’s seat. “You better be careful with my baby,” she growled. “And he
grinds in second.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, starting the jeep. She rolled her eyes at him and was
asleep before they pulled out of the parking lot.
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A hand gently shaking her shoulder woke her.
“Stiles, wake up. You’re home.”
She lifted her head and looked around, confused.
The door opened and arms slid under her knees and behind her back. “Come on.
Let’s get you inside.”
She groaned, just wanting to go back to sleep. She felt her body being moved
and snuggled into the warmth holding her. She breathed through her nose and
hummed at the lightly spiced scent. “Smells good,” she whispered. The solid
warmth vibrated under her and a deep sound penetrated her senses.
She heard a hushed conversation and a metallic jangling before she got the
feeling of going up. There was a tugging at her waist and her arms then a blast
of cold air. She shivered once and was wrapped in warmth again quickly. There
was softness against her back and then a light weight over her body. She felt
two touches on her forehead and smelled that spice again. “Good night, Stiles.”
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There was a loud knock on the door and she jolted awake.
“You awake, kiddo?”
“Maybe?” she answered.
Her dad poked his head around the door before stepping inside. “What time did
you get in last night?”
She thought about the night before and her insides clenched as her pulse raced.
She shifted a bit and was surprised that she wasn’t sore. She looked down at
her lap and rotated her arm to catch a glimpse of her wrist. She nearly sagged
in relief to see it looked like an old scar. She didn’t bother questioning why.
“I don’t really remember. I wasn’t feeling good last night. Actually, some guy
from school drove Roscoe home and helped me inside.”
“What?” He walked over and sat next to her. “You had to feel bad if you let
someone else drive your baby. Anything else?”
“My head hurts and I feel a bit sick to my stomach.”
“Alright. You hungry at all?”
She shook her head and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth at the wave of
nausea.
“Alright, no food then.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be downstairs if
you need me. And you can use your phone this time.”
She smiled at the reminder of him fussing at her laziness in the past. “Well, I
have to take advantage of that.”
“Go back to sleep, honey.”
“K, Dad.”
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The next time she woke up, it was dark outside. She gingerly sat up and was
relieved that her stomach didn’t roll. She stood and went down the hall to the
bathroom.
She pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down to use the toilet and promptly
froze.
Deucalion had ripped her panties off, but the pair she was looking at was in
one piece and was definitely not the pair she had put on the day before. She
was also wearing pajamas when she had been wearing a skirt and cute top. She
frantically tried to remember what happened after she got home. She hadn’t
walked upstairs herself. Someone had carried her. Ethan had driven her home. So
it stood to reason that he had brought her to her room and changed her clothes.
She buried her face in her hands. While it had been horridly embarrassing (and
arousing) to be fucked (claimed) in front of everyone, no one had actually seen
more of her body than usual. Not even Deucalion. How was she going to look
anyone in the eye at school?
Then she thought about it some more and wanted to cry. Scott, Lydia, Boyd,
Isaac, Erica, Derek, and Peter had seen her lose her virginity to a man old
enough to be her father. And she had enjoyed it.
“I don’t need to actually go to school. I can do distance learning,” she
muttered to herself with a nod. It was clearly the only solution.
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She finally made her way downstairs about half an hour later, hair still wet
from the shower. She entered the kitchen and hugged her father.
“Hey, Daddio.”
“Hey, sweetie. I take it you’re feeling better?”
“Much.” She opened the fridge and started digging for food.
“So you can tell me about that ‘guy from school’ that brought you home.”
She froze for a moment before pulling out some leftover pasta. “What about
him?”
“His name would be a good start. Then you can move onto his age, how you know
him well enough to trust him with Roscoe and yet I don’t know him, why it
wasn’t Allison or Lydia who brought you home considering you said you were
going out with them and that was your reason for dressing up, why you seemed to
have a hangover this morning…” He trailed off.
She rested her head against the fridge and sighed. “You are absolutely not
going to believe anything I say, are you?”
“Before this past year, I might have believed you.”
She felt sick. She clenched her eyes shut and took a deep breath through her
nose. “Would you believe that he’s gay?”
“See, you could have started with his name, but you start by asking if I would
believe he’s gay while you've got a giant hickey on your neck.” She slapped her
hand over the mark as if it would help. “You’re grounded. Bring me your keys,
phone, and laptop. I will be bringing you to and from school from now on. You
will only have your laptop to work on school projects that I have received a
physical form from your teacher saying this assignment requires a computer and
only when I am here or you are at the station for me to supervise. If you need
to work on a project with a group or partner, the same applies and you will be
meeting here.”
She sighed and began to put the pasta in a bowl. “Yes, sir.” She put the bowl
in the microwave before going to her room and grabbing the things she needed to
relinquish. She came back downstairs and set them in front of her father. “I’m
going to get some things out of the jeep.”
“I’ll come help.”
She knew it was only because he didn’t trust her to not drive off that he was
coming with her. She held in her tears until after they had gotten everything
she needed and she had eaten her dinner. She had to force it down while they
sat at the table in silence.
When she was finally alone in her room, face in a pillow, she cried.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     First day back at school.
The next morning, she got ready for school almost in a daze. No matter how she
looked at it, all of this was her fault. If she hadn’t dragged Scott into the
woods that night to look for Laura Hale’s body, none of this would have
happened. Kate and Peter would have still done all of the things they’d done,
but she would have been blissfully ignorant of the truth.
She sighed. Who was she kidding? She would have investigated that for the same
reason she went looking for half of a body: an insatiable need to know.
She looked in the mirror and her eyes were drawn to the hickey there. Why had
the mating bite healed so quickly when she had actually bled, but the bruise
was still there? Stiles whispered a quick thanks to Lydia for teaching her to
do basic make-up and hurried to cover it up. After she was done, she took in
the completed look and asked herself if knowing the answers was worth ruining
her relationship with the only parent she had left. She shook her head and went
downstairs to get in her dad’s car.
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School was even worse than home, which she hadn’t thought was possible. Scott
switched between looking at her with worry, longing, and anger. She was certain
he would have talked to her had it not been for her twin shadows.
Either Ethan or Aiden was constantly with her. If she shared a class with one
of them, he made sure to sit either behind or to the side of her. If neither of
them were in the class, one of them was at the door, waiting to walk her to her
next class. They had both been there to escort her to lunch, herding her to the
corner of a table with her on the end, Ethan next to her and Aiden across from
her. They glared at anyone that came near them.
“Seriously? Neither of you would even look at me last week, and now you’re
everywhere I go.”
“That’s not true. Even before you became Deucalion’s mate, we noticed you. You
reeked of the Hale Pack, how could we not?” Aiden told her with a grin.
She gave him a bitch face as she dislodged Ethan’s hand from her shoulder.
“He’s just joking, Stiles. You are not the kind of person that’s easy for a
werewolf to ignore. It was just that we were ordered to leave you alone unless
you were in danger,” Ethan explained.
“What?”
Aiden chuckled. “Yeah, our Alpha was smitten with you the first time you met.
He’s very pleased that you offered yourself. He had wanted to see if he could
negotiate for you, but at the same time, he didn’t think that would actually
work.”
She stared blankly at the twin, feelings too knotted up to figure out what they
were. When Ethan touched the side of her arm with his hand, she looked in vague
fascination at the black lines that ran from her to him. Her next exhale was
more of a sigh and she ended up leaning against him. “What did you just do?”
“You were about to freak out, so I took it.”
She sat back up and gave him a confused look. “Huh?”
“Werewolves can take a person’s pain. It works for negative emotions too.”
“That makes no sense,” Stiles returned.
“Neither does this,” Aiden interjected, flashing his eyes red and grinning
through his fangs for a second.
“Point,” she conceded, taking a bite of her pizza.
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The rest of the day passed in much the same way. She wondered why she wasn’t as
annoyed by their presence as she felt she should be, but blamed it on new pack
weirdness.
Her cheeks flushed, and her heart started to beat a little faster as she
remembered just how she had joined their pack. The Alphas on either side of her
chuckled, and she elbowed them both, simultaneously pleased and annoyed that
they played along and pretended it affected them.
They had just exited to where parent pick up was when a feeling of wrong
overtook her. Her shoulders tensed in preparation. For what, she wasn’t sure,
just that she didn’t want whatever was coming to be anywhere near her. She
noticed the twins were facing the doors to the school and turned too.
For a split second, she was confused as she looked behind her friends for the
source of her feeling of unease. Her heart dropped as she realized they were
the reason. She managed to swallow past the lump in her throat and waved. “Hey,
guys.” She cleared her throat when her voice broke and gave a tight smile.
“Stiles,” Scott started but was cut off by the twins growling.
“Oh, shut it,” she snapped, thankful when the alphas complied.
“Stiles, what are you doing?” he tried again.
“What I can to keep the peace,” Stiles returned wearily.
“We could have found another way,” Scott insisted.
“Not without bloodshed.”
“But we—”
“It’s done, Scott!” she exclaimed, louder than she meant to. “Just let it go,”
she continued in a softer tone, already turning to continue on her way.
She felt a rush of air and looked behind her to see Ethan’s back. She heard
growls and peeked around him to see Aiden holding Scott’s clawed hands. “That
would have hurt her,” Aiden ground out, voice guttural and animalistic.
“I-I wasn’t-I didn’t mean—” Scott stammered.
“I know you don’t believe this, but she’s a hell of a lot safer with us,” Ethan
told the frowning boy.
Aiden released him and put his arm around Stiles’ waist, Ethan’s arm going
around her shoulders. They began to walk her back toward the line of cars. “Are
you okay?”
She nodded, bottom lip quivering as she held in her tears, hating that she was
no longer comfortable with her friends. She felt an odd sensation and looked up
to see her dad frowning at her from his car. “Fuck,” she swore, as his gaze
took in the three of them. “I have to go.”
“Don’t you have a car?” Aiden asked.
“I do,” she answered, pulling away from them.
“Why didn’t you drive it?”
“Can’t.”
“Is it broken?”
“I don’t answer to you,” she snapped, walking hurriedly to the car.
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The ride home was unbearably silent. There was an unspoken agreement that they
didn’t talk about things that could turn into an argument in the car. The
tension was bad enough that she was tempted to talk anyway, but she knew it
would turn to the twins and what had happened outside of the school.
Her dad waited until they were both in the kitchen before broaching the
subject. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”
“The twins recently transferred here and we’ve started talking. They don’t have
any friends our age, and Scott doesn’t trust them. They’ve gotten pretty
attached to me, and Scott doesn’t like me being around them. They stopped Scott
from grabbing me when I tried to walk away from him trying to talk me out of
it.”
Her dad frowned. “Why doesn’t Scott like them? I thought Scott liked everyone.”
“I did, too. Well, except his dad and Allison’s parents,” Stiles replied.
“So what is Scott’s problem with them?”
“He doesn’t like them hanging out with me,” she offered.
“That can’t be the only thing,” the Sheriff insisted.
“He thinks they’re bad people.”
“And what do you think?” he questioned.
“That they’ll do their best to make sure I don’t get hurt.”
He stared at her for a few moments before he asked what their names were.
“Ethan and Aiden.”
“Last name?”
She blinked. “I’m not actually sure.”
He sighed. “What makes you trust them that much when you don’t even know them?”
Her heart clenched when she couldn’t answer him. She looked at the floor,
unable to keep eye contact with her father any longer and set her face into a
blank expression.
He sighed again and she could see him rubbing his face out of the corner of her
eye. “I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here, Stiles. I really
am. Despite the fact that you’ve done nothing but lie to me since January. Did
one of them give you that mark?” He gestured loosely to the hickey on her neck.
She swallowed around the lump in her throat and gave a short shake of her head.
“Did anything happen that I, not as a father but as an officer of the law,
should know about? Is that why you trust them? Did they help you?”
She jerked her head up. “What? No! Dad, you know I would tell you!”
“Like you've told me everything else?”
She looked away and didn't answer.
“Where did I go wrong?” he murmured
She closed her eyes against the gathering tears.
“I mean, I know that I wasn’t as there for you after your mother died as I
should have been.”
“Dad, no. That’s not—That has nothing to do with this,” she protested, voice
catching.
“Then what is it, Stiles? Why can’t you just tell me?” he pleaded.
Tears ran down her cheeks and she shook her head.
He sighed again. “Do your homework, Stiles. I’ll take care of dinner.”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     The Stilinskis receive visitors.
Chapter Notes
     Things are getting better for me.
     Also, the tea blend Stiles mentions is called Snark Nerdy to Me and
     it is delicious. It is not my tea. You can get it at adagio.com. I
     highly recommend Meg Daunting's teas.
After dinner, they sat in the living room, watching tv in silence. She was
about to go upstairs when the doorbell rang. They looked at each other in a
silent question before they both went to answer the door, the Sheriff grabbing
his Glock on the way.
Her eyes widened when she saw the Alpha Pack.
“Can I help you?” her dad asked, holding the gun at his side, just hidden by
the door.
“My name is Deucalion Blackwood. I recently purchased the house next door and I
thought we should come introduce ourselves. These are my wards, Aiden and
Ethan,” he gestured to the twins. “They go to school with your daughter.”
As if on cue, they both grinned and said, “Hi, Stiles.”
She nodded back as her heart rabbited with fear and confusion. They were
neighbors? She wanted to scream that they weren’t welcome here and slam the
door in their faces, but she was more terrified of what would happen if she
pissed them off. Deucalion was the boss and he had made a deal with her. She
wouldn’t have offered herself if she hadn’t thought he’d keep his word. She was
also angry at the little thrill of joy that ran through her at seeing and
hearing Deucalion again. She clenched her jaw to stop herself from saying
something.
“This is Ennis, my caretaker, and my assistant, Kali. May we come in?”
“Sure,” her dad replied, eyes lingering on Ennis as he flicked the safety back
on. “Sorry. This has been a crazy year for Beacon Hills, and the Sheriff can't
be too careful.” He showed the gun in explanation before gesturing for them to
come inside, Stiles leading the way to the living room. “So what brings you to
our area?”
“We were investigating a possible expansion to my group and have decided to
stay for a while. Let the boys finish school,” Deucalion answered as Ennis
guided him into the house.
“Stability is good. Go ahead and sit down. Can we get you anything to drink?”
“I find a cup of tea can work wonders when dealing with new and potentially
stressful situations. Do you have any?” Deucalion, Ennis, and Kali settled on
the couch while Ethan and Aiden claimed the loveseat and John settled back into
his recliner.
Stiles stood at the ready next to her father, arms crossed, as she answered.
“We've got some.”
“I’ll fix it if you'll show me where everything is,” Ennis said, standing. “I
know how he takes it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and set her jaw, staring him down. He grinned and
her stomach flipped over at how attractive it made him. Her glare intensified,
and he turned to the rest of the pack, looking away. She smirked at her minor
victory and headed for the kitchen.
“Water for everyone else?” Ennis received a chorus of agreements and followed
her through the dining room.
She pulled open the cabinet with the tea and stretched up, pulling down their
assortment one at a time. “For black tea, we’ve got English Breakfast, Irish
Breakfast, Earl Grey. Herbals are Chamomile, Lavender, Hibiscus, Rose hips,
Blackberry. Greens are Gyokurou, Citron, and my own blend of green tea with
artichokes, rhubarb, and hibiscus. It sounds weird, but it’s amazing! Ooh! I’ve
also got a delicious chai with coconut and chocolate. If I could just reach
it…” She stood on her tiptoes, trying to grab the elusive tea.
A well muscled arm reached over her head and easily grabbed the last tin. She
froze, too nervous to breathe. She could feel the heat from his body warming
her back.
He reached around and set the tin down in front of her. “Here,” he rumbled.
She could almost feel the vibration of his words. She licked her lips and
dragged in a shaky breath. “Thanks,” she whispered. He put his other hand on
the counter next to her and took a small step forward, almost pressing his body
against hers. Her heart began to pound and there was a telltale tingle between
her legs.
He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled on a growl. She felt his breath
ruffle the top of her hair. A puff of air on her ear made her shiver. Her eyes
fluttered shut as she turned her head toward him. His lips brushed her cheek
and she sighed.
Suddenly he was gone. She spun around to see him on the other side on the
kitchen, panting with his hands clenched into fists. She frowned as she saw
blood drip on the floor and noticed he was trembling. “Ennis?”
He shook his head and growled, not looking at her.
She was surprised that she wasn’t afraid at all, just concerned and a little
disappointed. Then she realized what she was thinking and took a deep breath.
Or tried to. She recognized the beginning of a panic attack and flailed at
Ennis. “Take! Panic! Take!”
Suddenly Ethan was there, pulling her against him. She took several gasping
breaths as she began to calm down.
“What happened?” He asked softly, rubbing her back.
She shook her head. She was not saying that Ennis had almost kissed her and
that she had wanted him to within earshot of Deucalion. She was his mate and
she didn't peg him as someone who forgave infidelity, even just the thought.
“I'm not surprised you're so skittish. If I had known we were gonna come over,
I would have warned you. Though I don't have your number…”
She was thankful he hadn't figured out the reason for her freak out and she
certainly wasn't going to say anything. “It doesn't matter. I'm grounded
anyway,” she murmured into his chest.
He pulled back and looked down at her. “Why?”
“Maybe because ever since werewolves have barged into my life, I've had to lie
to my dad constantly and he's not stupid.”
He hugged her tightly for a second before rubbing his cheek against her hair.
When she sputtered, he laughed. “You don't smell enough like us. It makes the
whole pack uneasy, including you.”
“What?” she asked, confused. Was that what had actually been going on with
Ennis? She flushed at her assumption that Ennis had been making a move on her.
She was such an idiot. She hugged Ethan back for a moment before letting him
go. “Thanks.”
He kissed her forehead and rubbed her arms. “Where are the glasses?”
“They’re over here,” Ennis answered.
Stiles jerked around to see Ennis already steeping some tea. Ethan rubbed her
shoulder before going to assist his packmate in fixing drinks.
She took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. Deucalion was blind and
so looks didn’t matter to him. That’s the only reason she had been able to
trade herself for the safety of the pack. She absently rubbed her chest as she
began grabbing drinks to bring back to the living room.
Giving glasses of water to Aiden and Kali had them each purposefully touching
her fingers. More scenting. That is what Ennis had been doing then. Her heart
clenched in pain at how delusional she had been. Just because one attractive
man had fucked her once didn't mean anyone else wanted to.
A hand grabbed her wrist just as she turned to leave and made her jump. She
looked back and realized it was Deucalion. “I apologize. I didn't mean to
startle you, Stiles. I was just wondering if you might show me where the
bathroom is.”
“Sure.”
He stood and moved his hand up to her shoulder. “Lead the way.”
Kali picked up the conversation with her dad as Stiles brought Deucalion down
the hallway.
They reached the door and she stopped, expecting him to walk around her. She
realized how stupid that was almost as soon as she did it. She opened the door
and led him through.
“It's a powder room, so there's no tub. Toilet is immediately to your left with
the toilet paper on the left when you sit. Sink is--” She was cut off as
Deucalion pushed her against the now closed door. Her heart immediately started
to pound and she swallowed nervously. He knew. Somehow Deucalion knew she had
wanted Ennis to kiss her and now she had jeopardized everything.
He leaned forward and ran his nose along her cheek. She shivered and he
chuckled at her response. “Delightful.” He moved his mouth to hers and kissed
her. She internally flailed because that had been the last thing she was
expecting. He pressed his body against her and she realized he had the
beginnings of an erection.
“Woah, woah!” She hissed as she pulled away. “You do NOT think you're gonna
fuck me when my dad's in the other room!”
“Of course not, my dear,” he assured her, moving his hands over her body. He
grinned when she bit her lip as his fingers found the bruises he had left on
her hips the night he had claimed her. “Though I won't deny that I've thought
of little else but being inside of you again.”
She whimpered as her core started to ache at those words.
He chuckled as he kissed her again. His tongue invaded her mouth and she
moaned, unable to help herself. His right hand moved down her belly and slipped
under her pajama bottoms and into her panties.
She jerked at the brief tickle, but didn't protest. Her nerves were singing in
anticipation of her mate's touch. She had been craving him and hadn't even
realized it until now.
His middle finger slid between her folds and she gasped. She lifted her right
leg and set her foot on the counter, inviting him to go further. He growled as
he accepted and stimulated her clit. She whined and began moving against him.
“Deucalion,” she whispered when he pushed his fingers inside and pressed
against her g-spot. She undulated faster, wanting more. “Please. Harder.” He
obliged, eager to please his mate.
It wasn't long before she shook as her orgasm pulsed through her, surprised at
just how fast he had made her come. He carefully removed his hand from her
panties, careful not to touch the mess to her skin. He brought his fingers up
to his nose and sniffed them, a soft growl escaping his throat at the scent. He
slowly licked her juices from his fingers, popping them into his mouth one by
one to fully savour her flavor. He kissed her again and she could taste herself
on his tongue.
“I'm not sure what you were thinking earlier, though I have my suspicions, but
I know it made you unhappy.” He dragged his other hand down her cheek. “You're
my mate and I don't want you to be unhappy. While I do understand why you
wouldn't believe me now, I do hope you can come to believe that I'm sincere.”
She nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“Good.” He kissed her softly before turning to wash his hands. “Shall we go
back?”
They reentered the living room to the knowing and hungry looks of the pack. She
flushed and squeezed herself onto the loveseat next to Ethan. He put his arm
around her shoulders and gave her a little hug before relaxing against the
back.
She noticed the look her father was giving the arm still around her. “Dad, this
is Ethan. He’s the gay friend I told you about the other night.”
“Oh? So you were the one who drove my daughter home Saturday night?” He asked,
full attention on the boy now.
“Yes, sir. I drove the Jeep and my brother followed me to bring me home.”
John frowned. “I thought you lived next door.”
“I just purchased that property today. We finished moving everything in a
couple of hours ago,” Deucalion explained.
“I see. So, Ethan. Do you know who left that hickey on my daughter’s neck?”
“Dad!” Stiles hissed in reproach.
Ethan’s imitation of a deer in the headlights was quite impressive and a dead
give away that his answer was yes, but he was not about to admit it. The
sheriff looked at Aiden and the werewolf audibly swallowed, but also remained
quiet.
“Now Sheriff,” Deucalion interrupted. “I can assure you that my wards had
nothing to do with any marks on your daughter.”
“And you know that for a fact, do you? No offense, but I’ve found teenagers
rarely do as they’re told.”
Stiles closed her eyes and felt her heart sink at the reminder of the current
state of her relationship with her father.
Deucalion chuckled. “I do actually know for a fact that they didn't give her
that hickey.”
Stiles’ heart sped up and jumped into her throat. He wouldn’t. There was no
way.
“And how are you so sure of that?” her father asked.
“Don’t.” John looked at her at the shaky command, but her eyes were fixed on
Deucalion.
“Because I left the marks on her neck, wrist, and hips.”
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Things get explained.
Chapter Notes
     Things are much better. I'm trying to get back into a rhythm.
     Hopefully I'll actually be able to write again soon.
     Short chapter this time. And I'm pretty sure I didn't get my beta to
     read the whole thing, so.... There are probably mistakes.
     Thank you everyone!
It was as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room at those words.
Then there was an explosion of motion. Stiles tried to lunge at the alpha, but
Ennis intercepted her. Her father reacted in the same way, but was stopped by
Kali, eyes red, claws and fangs bared as she growled. That was more effective
than anything else could have been and he fell back into his recliner in shock.
“You mother fucker!”, Stiles shouted, fighting against Ennis’ hold on her.
“That's a little premature. You haven't borne me any children yet,” Deucalion
responded.
That had John jumping back up, though he didn't back away from Kali’s display
this time. “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on right now,” he
demanded, voice low. “And, while you're at it, just why you thought it was a
good idea to tell the Sheriff that you've statutory raped his daughter.”
“I know this isn’t going to get us off on the right foot, but your daughter
hates lying to you. I'm going to tell you the truth so she won't have to lie
anymore.”
“You weren't supposed to tell him. That was part of our deal,” Stiles ground
out, tears of anger welling in her eyes.
“Deal?” her father asked, fury evident in his tone.
“No, my dear. Our deal was that I would ensure your father’s safety and that
you could continue to live with him until you finish high school.” John
squawked in outrage, but Deucalion ignored him. “I can hardly make sure he’s
safe if he doesn’t even know he’s in danger. Or did you expect me to become his
shadow?”
“I expected you to keep him out of it. Why are you doing this?”
“And I expect unfettered access to my mate. I am too old to play games and keep
our relationship a secret from your father. The taste I had of you earlier in
the bathroom merely whetted my appetite.”
“WHAT?” the Sheriff shouted.
“We’re werewolves,” Deucalion offered. When he received only a blank stare in
response, he motioned to the twins. “Ethan. Aiden. Show him what you can do.”
They stood and took off their shirts. John stared blankly at the display. His
expression quickly turned to horror as they merged into one huge man.
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Over the course of the next couple of hours, Stiles grudgingly explained the
events of the past year, starting with Scott’s transformation.
Deucalion took over the telling once the Alpha Pack showed up. Stiles expected
him to gloss over all of the deaths he had caused, but he didn’t. She also
learned he had been a victim of Gerard Argent as well and how the Alpha Pack
had been formed.
Stiles didn’t know how her father stayed seated and quiet the entire time. She
had honestly expected him to shoot someone or at least say something when he
found out about her setting Peter Hale on fire or about when she traded herself
for the safety of the others, but he just silently kept his eyes on whoever was
speaking at the moment.
When they were completely caught up, he ran his hand down his face and sighed.
“I need a drink,” he muttered as he stood.
Her heart dropped as she remembered how he was after they lost her mom.
“Did that help when your wife died?”
Stiles couldn’t believe how fast her dad turned around and punched Deucalion in
the face. She was even more surprised that no one tried to interfere, not even
the Alpha of Alphas himself.
He sat back down on his recliner, making the chair rock back. “Anyone want to
add anything else?”
“I believe that’s enough for tonight,” Deucalion answered, holding his broken
glasses, the redness already gone from his cheek.
Stiles and John gave him matching unimpressed glares.
“We can finish this another time. I’m sure you and your daughter have much to
discuss. We’ll show ourselves out.” The Alpha Pack all stood and headed toward
the front door, none of them looking back at the mess they left behind.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     They all learn some things and are confused.
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry. My life has been ridiculous lately. Family going to
     the hospital, calling the cops on my brother in law, a new job, I
     just haven't had the time to write that I used to. I have not
     abandoned anything.
     Thank you all for reading! <3
They sat in silence for a few moments until her dad stood. “I'm going to bed.”
“That's it? You're not gonna say anything?” she asked incredulously.
“Please. Tell me what you want me to say, Stiles, cuz I'd love a little
direction right now.” He turned back to face her and she looked away. “Do you
want me to express my disbelief that werewolves exist? Or would you rather I
tell you about the fear I felt when I was told about all the times you put
yourself in danger? How about how I felt when a man nearly the same age as me
confessed to having sex with my underage daughter and saying he would ‘let you’
live with me until you graduate? Hmm? Wanna talk about that?”
“No,” she whispered.
“I figured that would be your answer considering this past year.”
She flinched and he sighed.
“Go to sleep. I’m going to attempt to make all of this make some kind of
sense.”
She sniffed and nodded, not moving from the loveseat.
He sighed again. “Stiles, you are my baby girl and I love you. Nothing will
ever change that. I just… I need to think.”
“Okay,” she whispered. She was surprised to feel a kiss on the top of her head.
“I'll see you in the morning.”
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Stiles raced downstairs and into the kitchen. “Dad, I am so sorry! I forgot to
set my alarm and--Hello, Mr. Argent.”
“Good morning, Stiles,” Chris said, taking a sip of his coffee.
“You’re not going to school today and I’m not going to work,” John informed
her.
“O~kay?”
“I spent most of last night thinking, and I called Chris this morning. I
thought he might be able to help me figure this out.”
“Figure what out?” she asked, suspicious.
“How to get you out of this.”
“Dad,” she sighed. “This involves magic, and I doubt that Chris can fix that.”
Her father raised an eyebrow at her. “Mr. Argent,” she corrected.
“To do that, I’ll need to know more about what happened between you and
Deucalion,” Chris told her.
She looked uneasily at her father. “Uh…”
He raised his hands in surrender. “I don’t wanna hear about it either.” He
stood and walked out, leaving Stiles and Chris alone.
After a horribly embarrassing retelling of how losing her virginity went, Chris
nodded. “Let me see your wrist where he bit you?” She extended her left arm and
fought the urge to recoil when he touched her to get a better look.” And how
long ago was this?”
“Saturday night.”
His eyebrows went up in surprise and he rubbed his thumb over the scar.
She jerked her arm back so hard she nearly fell out of her chair, panting as
she cradled her wrist against her chest. It took her a moment to realize she
was trembling.
Before she could say anything, there was a crash in the living room. She turned
to the door just as it slammed open, revealing three very pissed off alphas.
She was suddenly in the corner of the kitchen with Ennis and Kali in front of
her. Stiles ducked to the side of Kali in an attempt to see what was going on
and saw Deucalion pinning Chris to the floor. She was quickly pushed back by
Ennis’ bulk as her dad came in and Kali rushed to meet him.
“STOP!!!” she shouted. The werewolves all froze, continuing to snarl and growl.
Stiles took a few breaths, shaky from the adrenaline, and tried to step around
Ennis. He turned and pressed his nose to her hair, arms going to the counter to
cage her in. The sudden sense of deja vu had her heart pounding. He gave a low
grumble and nuzzled her. She squeaked in response and found herself being
pulled away from him. She braced herself for a violent reaction but nothing
happened except her face getting smushed into a quite full pair of breasts.
She didn’t move, completely at a loss for how to react. “Uh…” There was a hot
presence against her back and she swallowed nervously. She tried to lift her
head but was stopped by a rumble coming from the breasts in front of her and
claws against her scalp physically holding her in place. “Okay, not moving. Got
it. Everyone else alive?”
“I’m fine. She didn’t hurt me,” her dad answered.
She sighed in relief and relaxed against Kali. That got the claws to leave her
head and settle on her arms. She felt a third presence to her left and realized
it must be Deucalion.
“I’m good, too. No damage that won’t heal,” Chris added.
She tried to lift her head again and was successful this time. Kali’s red eyes
and fangs were the first thing she saw, but instead of scaring her, it made her
stomach flip flop. She reached up and ran her fingers down the side of Kali’s
face, smiling when the alpha nuzzled her hand. She heard a pleased rumble just
as Ennis grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his erection. She gave a
happy hum and leaned back against him. Kali moved forward and dragged her fangs
over Stiles’ throat as Deucalion brought her wrist to his mouth and licked his
bite mark, making her gasp.
“Stiles!”
She jerked away from the alphas at her father's exclamation and they all
growled. “It’s okay! It’s okay.” She put her hands out and made a point to pet
each of their arms in a soothing manner. “I'm cool. Everything's fine. Let's
just all calm down. Okay?”
It took a second but the red disappeared from their eyes. Ennis stepped back
until he was against the counter, keeping his head down. Kali looked Stiles
over before she glanced at Deucalion for his reaction.
He was looking at her through his dark shades, Stiles could feel it. She wasn't
sure, but she was willing to bet that he was just as confused as everyone else.
“Well?” John asked, frustrated.
“She's definitely a member of their pack, a fully human member, and there's
definitely a mate bond. It's the only reason they came here when I touched the
bite,” Chris said. Kali snapped her teeth at the hunter when he admitted to
touching the mark.
“Can anything be done?” the sheriff asked.
“I'm not sure. She willingly joined their pack so killing them would hurt her
because of the pack bond. Killing her mate might even kill her.”
John sighed and ran his hands through his hair at the answer.
“I have to say I'm curious about their reactions though,” Chris murmured,
intrigued. “Deucalion’s supposed to be her mate, but he didn't try to stop the
others from touching her and her response—”
“That is completely unimportant!” Stiles rushed to interrupt. “Did you just say
I would die if he died?”
“It's a possible side effect of being the mate of an alpha and one that will
decrease as you and the pack grow stronger,” Deucalion told her. “I told you it
would allow me to protect you. I can't protect you if I'm dead.”
“But it's okay for me to die?”
“I would not escape unscathed. It's very possible your death would kill me. At
the very least, I'd be severely weakened. It's part of why your safety is so
important. It was a show of how serious I am about you.”
“Serious? You had only met me once before we made that deal!” Stiles shouted.
He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to look at him. “I didn't
know for sure that I wanted you until you had the bravado to show up at my
door, willing to offer anything for the safety of those you cared about.”
Stiles knocked his hand away. “You should have explained this to me!”
“You did your research on everything else. I thought you knew since you’d
managed to track me down and walked in ready to offer yourself.”
“So it's my fault?” she asked, incredulous.
“No,” Deucalion assured her. “It was an error on my part to assume. Though I am
surprised that you trusted your enemy enough not to research all a mating would
entail.”
“Ugh! I didn’t know mates were even a thing! That’s some kind of crazy animal
shit!”
Everyone in the room raised an eyebrow at her.
“Alright. Bad choice of words, but it does not change the fact that I did not
know mates were a thing werewolves did.”
“Stiles, you said yourself that part of your deal with Deucalion involved you
moving away with him after you graduated. That didn’t seem a little permanent
to you?” Chris asked.
“Oh, so now the hunter is siding with the werewolves, is that it?” Stiles
deflected.
“You didn’t even think about it before you agreed, did you?” her dad asked with
a sigh.
“Nope,” she admitted, popping the ‘p’ on the end.
John shook his head at his daughter. “Can anything be done?” he asked.
“I don't recall ever hearing of a mating bond being broken without death. You
needn't worry about her safety or happiness with us. The pack bond will cause
us to care for her and vice versa. Same with the mate bond,” Deucalion
answered.
Chris nodded his confirmation and John hung his head. “I’m going to bed.” He
pointed at the eldest alpha. “You are paying for the damage and cleaning it
up.”
“Of course.”
John didn't say anything else, just walked out of the kitchen.
As soon as she heard her dad's bedroom door close, she whirled on Chris. “What
were you talking about? Explain.” He gave her a puzzled look and she groaned.
“You said you were curious about how Deucalion didn't go nuts when they got all
up on me.”
“I definitely didn't say that,” Chris defended.
Stiles ignored his response. “And you were about to say something about how I
reacted to them before I stopped you. So tell me now.”
“You stopped me earlier. Why do you wanna know now?”
She scowled. That bastard knew exactly what she meant but was just being an ass
about it. “I'm not sure about your weird-ass family, but normal fathers and
daughters do not want to see, discuss, or even acknowledge the fact that the
other has a sexuality. And if by some miracle my father didn't notice that I
was letting three people grope me and was totally into it, I sure as hell
wasn't going to let you point it out. And if he did notice, it's harder for us
both to ignore and forget when someone else points it out. So just tell me what
you were thinking about it now that he's gone.”
“I believe—” Deucalion started, but Stiles cut him off with a quick hand
gesture.
“Didn't ask you, Mr. Magoo. You are not on my list of people to trust for the
truth right now.” She tilted her head to address him. “You are, however, pretty
high on my shit list. If you'd like to be at the top, by all means, keep
talking.”
Her chest heaved as she pulled in a few angry breaths before realizing what
she'd just said and to whom. The gobsmacked looks on the other alphas’ faces
were more than enough for her to realize she had just done something stupid.
“I mean…” Stiles swallowed, searching desperately for something to say to
appease him but failing. She shook her head. “I got nothing. I am so sorry.”
To her surprise, Deucalion chuckled. “Well, I suppose I'd better stop talking
then.”
His smirk did little to reassure her before her attention was pulled back to
the hunter.
“From what I know of werewolves, mates are very much off limits to others. The
fastest way to die as a hunter is to target the Alpha’s mate, but they’ve been
known to kill other wolves for getting too close to them.” He indicated Kali
with a jerk of his chin. “When she put your head in her breasts, I expected
Deucalion to maim her. When the other other one pulled you against him, I
thought for sure I was about to see his guts all over the floor. But he didn’t
hurt either of them. Hell, he didn’t even growl a warning. He let them.”
Stiles finally took in Ennis’ body posture and the way Kali was keeping an eye
on Deucalion. “You’re not going to hurt them, are you?” she asked.
“No. I have to admit that I don’t quite know what is going on either,” he
admitted. “I’d like a chance to talk to the rest of the pack before we meet
again.”
“Um, okay?” she agreed hesitantly.
“I’m sure you don’t want your father present for this discussion. Come over
later.”
“Don’t forget about that mess you left this time!” she reminded him.
“Ennis will handle it,” Deucalion assured her as he walked out of the kitchen.
She rolled her eyes and went to her room.
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She laid down on her bed and sighed. What had her life become? Stiles, the girl
who never got noticed, had three insanely hot people who now seemed to want
her.
She couldn’t deny there was a definite thrill at being found worthy by the
Alphas. Deucalion had been one thing, but Ennis and Kali were another matter
entirely. They were both traditionally attractive and they could see what she
looked like, but they still wanted her. She giggled happily and rolled her face
into her pillow to muffle the sound.
Stiles remembered the heat that had curled in her core when Ennis had pulled
her against his body. She licked her lips as she thought about how good she had
felt surrounded by the three of them. She rolled onto her back and reached up
to play with her nipples. When they became peaks, she began to roll them
between her fingers. She sighed as the pleasure made her core throb.
She remembered the night Deucalion had claimed her and felt wetness between her
thighs. She released the nipple in her right hand and shoved that hand down her
panties. She slid her middle finger slowly between her lips and released a
shuddery breath.
She arched her back, pressing her hips down against the bed, and thought of
Ennis’ cock pressed against her. She swallowed at the thought of having it
inside of her. Ennis would take his time, teasing her. Her eyes closed and she
imagined his body holding her down as he kept her on the edge. She gasped as
she let her finger finally make contact with her clit. She forced herself to
move slowly, teasing herself the way she thought Ennis would.
She pinched her nipple and immediately thought of Kali’s dark smile at the
pain. Kali wouldn’t tease her. Kali would force an orgasm out of her—if she
decided to let her come at all.
She sighed and shook her head. She needed to focus on one fantasy or she’d
never come. Maybe all three of them? She shivered and plunged her fingers into
herself; it was Ennis fucking her. She pinched her nipple and it was Kali
biting her. Biting? She released her nipple and raised her left wrist to her
mouth. She gently licked the mating bite there and couldn’t stop the moan that
forced its way out of her throat. Stiles began slamming her fingers into her
heat, rolling her hips up to meet her movements. She sank her teeth into the
bite mark just as her fingers pressed against her g-spot, and she let out a
muffled scream as she orgasmed. She kept the pressure on both spots and shook
through the aftershocks.
She collapsed against her bed, panting as her hand hit the pillow next to her
head. She licked her lips and tried to catch her breath. After a few minutes,
she was able to get up. She made a face at the mess on her fingers and in her
underwear. This called for a shower.
She opened her bedroom door and nearly walked right into Kali. Stiles squeaked
as the werewolf grabbed her right wrist and brought the fingers up to her
mouth. Kali sucked the wet digits into her mouth, making eye contact with
Stiles as she did so. After she had thoroughly cleaned them off, Kali grabbed
Stiles by her hair and pulled her head back to bite her neck. Stiles whimpered
as the alpha drew blood. When Kali released her, she pushed the human back
against the wall before storming away.
“What the shit?” Stiles asked the empty hallway.
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