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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Lydia_Martin, Scott_McCall, Erica_Reyes, Boyd, Isaac_Lahey,
      Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia's_Parents, Jackson_Whittemore, Past_Jackson
      Whittemore/Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Magic, Alternate_Universe, magic!Lydia, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-10 Updated: 2013-12-09 Chapters: 2/? Words: 10713
****** Alpha & Omega ******
by ace0389
Summary
     Lydia wakes from her coma with a little furry problem. Now, she has
     to deal with so much more than her parents getting divorced or
     Jackson dumping her. Contains Sex, Violence, and some pretty
     questionable content. AU after season 1.
Notes
     Alright, I'm uploading this story onto AO3 for the first time. I
     originally posted it on Fanfiction.net and I figured that if I was
     going to continue writing it I should go back and recheck everything.
     This led to some slight editing and my bright idea to post it here.
     SO! This is very, very AU. But I have to say... this was written
     before season 2 premiered, and I'm happy that I got Lydia's
     personality mostly right.
     Go me!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** One *****
    The chirp of the heart monitoring machine was the first thing I noticed. My
eyelids fluttered softly as they opened, my vision blurry against the onslaught
of light. I squeezed them shut, turning my head slightly and groaning. It hurt.
My whole body was aching. With a soft gasp I slowly opened my eyes again,
holding steady as my vision swam into focus. I was in a room. A poorly
decorated one, at that.
    I turned my neck and looked to the other side of the room. The sight of the
nurses’ station from my window was not quite so unexpected. Between the way my
body was throbbing and the lack of a window or door on the other wall gave it
away. I looked down at myself and jolted as my eyes took in my arms. They
looked as if they had been mauled. I shut my eyes as I remembered what
happened. How that thing had done this. The heart monitor slowly sped up as my
heart rate increased, the frenzied chirping of the machine alerting the nurses
to my consciousness. I tried to take a deep breath as two women rushed into my
room. I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or embarrassed to see Scott’s mom in
her scrubs. I knew she was a nurse, but seeing her standing over me was really
unnerving.
    “What happened?” My throat was raw, and the sounds that came from it
sounded nothing like English. Scott’s mom looked me in the eyes.
    “You’re safe, don’t worry. Please calm down, Lydia.” Her voice was firm,
but held a softness to it that I hadn't heard in a while. I took in a deep
breath and tore my eyes from her. I stared up at the overhead lamp, my eyes
blurring due to the fluorescent light. I closed them and took another deep
breath and slowly let it out. I could hear the machine making less of a noise,
and the quick retreat of the pounding in my head was a welcomed relief. I could
feel them poking me like I was an animal. I breathed evenly as they wrote on
their clipboards, trying my best to calm myself. The sound of the pen had me
grinding my teeth. I looked at McCall’s mom… her nametag said ‘Nurse Melissa’.
My eyes drifted to her face as I mouthed ‘Water’. Her head nodded, and I
watched her grab a cup from a cart that had been brought in. She came back over
to the bed and helped the other nurse get me into a sitting position. I winced
as I felt my skin stretch. I would not whimper, I was better than that.
    I accepted the paper cup from Melissa and stared down into it. Ice chips
looked back at me and my brow creased in frustration. I wanted water, not ice.
I held back a sniff, slightly more worried knowing the nurses didn’t think I
could handle liquid water. I placed some in my mouth and relished in the
feeling as they melted. My throat was raw, and the cold dribble of water made
me feel fantastic. “What happened?” My voice was raspy, and I twitched as the
pain registered.
    “It looks like you were mauled by an animal. That boy Jackson found you on
the field. You’re a very lucky girl, Lydia.” His mother’s voice washed over me
as her words sunk in. They didn’t know what had attacked me. But I did. “Try to
eat some more ice, the sheriff is going to want to speak to you as soon as
possible. But if you don’t feel up to it, just let us know and we’ll tell him
to come back later, ok?” I nodded as the other nurse left the room. Melissa
began to leave, turning back slightly to lock eyes with me. “Scott and some of
his friends have been coming to see you while you’ve been in here. It’s been
three days, hun. Do you want me to call them and tell them you’re awake?” I
considered her words. McCall and his friends had come to see me while I was
laying unconscious in a hospital bed. Weird.
     “Can you call my parents first?” I cringed at my voice, and laughed
inwardly as the nurse blushed.
     “Of course, Hun. I’ll go do that right now. Push the red button if you
need anything.” She quickly left the room. Call her son over my parents? I have
an image to maintain. Though I would be wanting to speak to Scott McCall soon.
Very soon. I tried eating more ice and sighed. This would happen to me at the
dance. I don’t know what was keeping me from freaking out, but I’m sure glad
it’s there. Maybe it’s the knowledge that I’ve seen that monster before. It
shouldn’t surprise me that I would be attacked by it. I’m sure not many have
seen it… it would want to clean up his tracks. That is… if it were an
intelligent monster. I’ve never seen a thing like it before. If I didn’t know
better I would say it was a werewolf.
    My blood turned to ice as the thought percolated in my head. Shit. I was
attacked by a werewolf. I controlled my breathing, not wishing to set the
machine off again. None of what happened to me made any sense. I was on the
field, then I was attacked. I clenched my eyes as I heard a knock on the door.
I looked over and saw the Sheriff standing in the doorway with his son. Knowing
just what a Stiles is now, I sighed as they both entered the room at my nod. I
didn’t want to do this, but I knew I had to. I drew in a breath and mustered my
courage to speak with the Sheriff with his bright eyed boy waiting in the
wings.
 
    I squared my back as my dad rolled me out of the hospital. This was so
degrading. I felt fine. I set my lips into a line as I was pushed towards the
sliding doors, some hospital code kept me from walking out. I felt like an
invalid. As the doors whisked open I felt the air blow into my face. It was
partly cloudy, and the air was cold and moist. It was going to rain, I could
feel it. I saw my mom standing next to the car that was parked next to the
sidewalk. The nurse that followed us out helped me into the waiting back seat.
My dad closed the car door and I watched him speak with my mom and the nurse.
   After a few minutes the nurse took the chair and went back inside. My
parents slipped into the car, my dad in the driver’s seat. He was something of
a control freak. My mom turned around as she buckled her seatbelt.
   “If you get uncomfortable at all just tell us. The nurse said you might
still be a little nauseous” She turned back around after I nodded. I looked out
the window as the car pulled away. The skies opened and rain began to hit the
car. It fit  my mood perfectly. I leaned my head against the window and
clenched my hands.
    Since I had woken up my blood was boiling. It felt as though it would
evaporate at any moment. I had a fever of 100 degrees, and the hospital could
do nothing to bring it down. I was annoyed, and eventually had to threaten to
sue to get myself out of there. I was there for five days. Five days of
bullshit. All I wanted to do was scream.
    It felt like the car ride took forever. I was silent as we pulled into the
driveway. My dad put the car in park and my mom rushed out to head to the front
door, unlocking it and propping the door open. My dad got out, came around to
my side of the car, and helped me get out. He tried to hurry me around the car,
probably fearing the rain would cause my fever to spike. I made him slow down
as we hit the cobblestone path to the front door.
   “Wait” I whispered. He looked at me with confusion in his eyes as I lifted
my head up and closed my eyes. The feeling of the water hitting my face and
sliding down my cheeks made my chest tighten. My mom made a noise as I stood
there for a second. I lowered my head and smiled at her. Her hand was on her
heart, and she looked as if she were about to cry.
   “Sorry, that just felt really nice.” I gave a half smile as my dad took up
my arm again and led me to the house. They probably thought I was doing it out
of some emo need to prove to myself that I was alive, that I was happy to feel
the rain. If they only knew I had done it to wash away the smell of antiseptic
and death from the hospital. The stench was getting to me. I let my parents
lead me upstairs to my bedroom. They helped me into my room and stood there as
I pulled my arm away.
   “I’m really ok. You don’t need to coddle me. I can walk” I saw my dad’s eyes
narrow as he took me in.
   “You were just attacked by a wild animal at your high school. If I want to
carry you up the damn stairs-“ my face reddened in embarrassment- “and help you
into your room then I will, goddamnit!” His voice was loud, and my mother
placed her hand on his arm.
   “What he means, Lydia, is that we’re worried about you. Your father just has
a special way of showing it.” I pursed my lips and looked between them to the
door opposite my room. An idea sprang to life.
   “I want to take a shower” I looked at them both and nodded towards the
bathroom. “Please don’t give me a sponge bath. I’m fine, really. I just want to
wash away the smell of the hospital. I don’t know how you two can stand it, it
reeks” I wrinkled my nose as I found some pj’s in my dresser. “When I’m done
I’ll change into these and you can feed me ice cream from a golden spoon.
Deal?”
    My parents had looked startled at the comment about the hospital stench.
They looked at each other as I began to walk towards them.
   “Seriously, I smell like rubbing alcohol. Scoot” I wedged myself in between
them and opened the bathroom door, then shut and locked it. I placed my pj’s on
the counter and then I reached over and turned on the shower. I turned back
around and looked into the mirror. I took a few deep breaths. I seemed to be
doing that a lot lately.
   My face was healed from all the abrasions, everything looked normal except
for the purple under my eyes. I hadn’t slept much in the hospital. I raised my
arms and tugged my shirt off. I let the overly large hospital pants fall to the
ground. I shimmied out of my panties and straightened back up.
   I was a few different colors, mostly white, black, purple, and green. The
bruises were mostly faded except for a few particular nasty ones. The wounds on
my arm were almost healed, though it still looked like it was infected. The
scar tissue was going to be black instead of pink. The Dr’s all scratched their
heads as to why. It wasn’t infected, they swore it.
    My hair was a mess. I snorted as I thought of what people at school would
say if they saw me standing naked like I was now. I chuckled and turned back
towards the shower and got in, closing the curtain and tilting my head back as
the water hit my body. It was freezing cold, and felt amazing against my skin. 
I took my body wash and opened it. I recoiled as the smell of it hit my nose. I
could smell the alcohol in the scent.
    I stood in the shower stunned. I had never been able to smell the alcohol
in my body wash before. I gingerly closed the top and placed in back on the
shelf. I picked up a bar of soap and washed myself. I don’t know why I couldn’t
stand the smell of alcohol anymore. It was just so strong it made my eyes
water. I rinsed myself off and shut off the water. I grabbed for my towel and
dried off, glancing at the black line on my arm while I dried myself.
    I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I had a feeling it wasn’t good.
    I opened my deodorant and actually growled at the smell. I stopped, trying
to remember the last time I had growled. It certainly hadn’t been because of
deodorant. I sighed and applied it to my underarms, vanity winning over
comfort. Like I’d ever have a case of BO around somebody. I changed into my
pajamas and brushed my hair out. I had always loved the color, and seeing it
hanging around my pale face with dark circles under my eyes made me look like a
basket case.
   I probably was. I mean, I think I was attacked by a werewolf. That isn’t
normal. That’s downright crazy.
   The door thumped against the moulding as I left the bathroom and walked
straight into my room. I shut the door and walked over to the bed. I drew back
the covers and got in. The rain was still hitting the windows, though it looked
to by dying down. I shut off the light and pulled the covers up over me. I
settled to sleep just as the clouds cleared and the moon began to shine.
    I woke up with a start. I took a shuddering breath as I cleared my head,
trying to forget the nightmare I had. I looked at the clock and saw that it was
5:30 AM. I woke up 10 minutes early. I shut off my alarm and swung myself out
of bed. My body was still warm, and the coldness of the floor caused me to
flinch as I put my feet on the floor and hunched over. Today was my first day
back to school since the attack.  It was a Friday, and I was happy I had chosen
today to be the day.
    I had to make it through 8 hours of school before I had two days to
recuperate. It seemed like a great idea to me. I pushed myself up and hurried
out my room into the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet and peed I thought of my
first course of action for when I got to school. I wiped, stood up and flushed.
I looked in the mirror, seeing confidence and courage in my eyes. I had to talk
to McCall. There was something wrong with him, and I suddenly had a feeling I
knew what it was.
    I turned on the shower and hopped in. I cleaned myself thoroughly, still
convinced I smelt like a hospital. I finished, stepping out of the shower and
drying off again. My eyes instantly latched on to the black scar on my arm. It
was about 5 inches long. It constantly reminded me of what I had gone through,
and my eyes never seemed to miss finding it when I was naked. I held my breath
and applied my deodorant, then brushed my teeth.
    I wrapped the towel around myself and walked back into my room.  I picked
up the clothes from my desk that I had picked out yesterday and forced myself
not to pick out another outfit. I put on my panties and bra, then my white
camisole. I shimmied on the black pencil skirt and tucked my camy into it. I
then put on the black blazer that matched the skirt.
    I picked up an antique copper chain and looped it around my neck, and added
some gold hoop earrings for good measure. My auburn hair fell in waves around
me as I brushed it. I straightened it so that it held more of an executive feel
to it. It curled at the ends, making it seem like I had Farah Fawcett hair. I
picked up the black Dior cusp heels that had the leather belt buckle with a
hanging golden chain. Outfit complete I looked at my new mature look. Normally
I dressed well, but today I looked like I could run a fortune 500 company.
    I felt powerful. My very soul seemed to growl in pleasure as I stood
sideways and took in how the skirt made my ass look.
    Jackson was going to wish he had never broken up with me. I grabbed the
black clutch I had been favoring and walked out of the room. I clunked down the
stairs and entered the kitchen. My parents were there drinking coffee which was
unusual, but my dad had insisted being there for my first day back. I smiled at
them and threw out my arms.
    “What do you think?” I did a little twirl and rested my hands on my hips,
shooting them my best smile. My mom smiled back as my dad stared.
    “Do you have a job interview to go to after school? Why so fancy?” His tone
was astonished as he took me in. I smirked.
    “I’m going back to high school today, daddy. I need to look my best. And I
want to prove that just because I was attacked and laid out in the hospital
that I can still wear somewhat conservative clothing and still get a reaction
from the boys.” I smirked even wider as the words fell on him like a ton of
bricks. I snatched my keys from the counter.
    “I’m not hungry, I’m going to school now. See you later” I turned and
walked from the kitchen. I hear my parents talking about what to do as I
sashayed out the front door. I unlocked my car and got into it, putting on my
seat belt and adjusting the mirror so I could see my face. I looked at my lips
before opening my bag and taking out some pink lipstick. I applied it and
smacked my lips together. It made all the difference, and I turned from
sophisticated career woman to provocative temptress. Sometimes, lipstick really
did matter.
    I turned on the car and reversed out of the drive way. I put it in drive
and was on my way. The drive to school seemed to take forever. I eventually
came upon it and pulled into the parking lot. I parked in my usual spot and got
out, making sure my bag was safely nestled in-between my arm and my side. I
locked the door and put the keys in my bag as I walked away, and as I stepped
onto  the sidewalk I couldn’t help but notice people staring at me. For a
second I wondered if dressing like I did was a bad idea. No. I quickly
dismissed the thought. I needed to appear cool, confident, like nothing had
happened. I would never come to school in sweatpants, no matter how much I
wanted to.
    I opened the front door and walked in. I saw Allison and Scott canoodling
by his locker. I narrowed my eyes at them as I caught his scent. He smelled
different. Different than my parents did.
    He smelled like me.
    I had been trying to ignore my heightened sense of smell and hearing. Ever
since I woke up from the hospital I had noticed it. I took in a breath and
stalked over to them. Scott’s eyes met mine as I stopped next to them. They
widened, and Allison turned around and stood still. She smiled at me. Her hand
tightened possessively on Scott’s, which made me frown.
    “Miss me?” I asked in a flirty tone. My left hand was on my hip as I looked
at them.
    “Of course!” Scott’s voice held a quick hesitation to it. He didn’t sound
so sure of himself. I looked at Allison and couldn’t help but notice that her
pulse increased. Scott looked nervous as hell too.
   “Really? Because it doesn’t seem that way” I smiled as they moved apart. I
took the chance and went up to Scott and leaned into him. I brought my lips to
his ear and said, “Thank you for visiting me in the hospital, Scott. You’re a
true friend” I moved my lips to his cheek and gave him a big kiss, making sure
to leave a lipstick stain. I took a step back and smiled at him.
   “See you at lunch?” And with that I left them, completely ignoring Allison.
That bitch hadn’t come to see me in the hospital. She and I were done.
   The day seemed to fly by in a blur. Everyone was treating me as if I was
going to break down at any moment, and if they kept staring at me it wouldn't
be the break down they were expecting. By the time lunch rolled around I was so
frustrated that I had to escape. I went outside to my car to clear my head,
leaning my back against it as I surveyed the parking lot. My eyes moved from
car to car until they landed on Jackson’s Porsche. He was sitting inside it
with his head on the steering wheel. I smiled and made my way over.
    Whatever had me feeling so powerful and in control was amazing. It was like
a new me was born. I made my way to the driver side window and leaned over. I
knocked, and waved as his head straightened and looked at me. He pushed the
button to roll down the window and looked at me.
    “Hey Lydia” His voice was strained and I could see sweat on his forehead.
It wasn’t that hot out. I frowned.
    “Hey, Jackson. We need to talk” He undid his seatbelt and opened the door.
I moved out of the way so he could get out. When he looked at me I could see
resignation in his eyes, and I took a breath through my nose and stilled. He
smelled. He smelled like Scott.
    He smelt like me.
    I narrowed my eyes at him. This was just getting better and better.
    “What’s up?” He was distracted. He was favoring his left leg more than the
other. My eyes quickly met his and I smiled. I took a step forward and placed a
hand on his chest.
    “I just want to thank you for saving my life.” I took another step forward
and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Jackson.” I moved away and saw him
bring a hand up to his face. His forehead was twitching and he nodded. I saw
his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
   “You would have done the same for me.” He really was not interested in this
conversation at all.
   “I’m not so sure about that.” I glanced at him and quickly brought my leg up
and kicked him in his left leg. He fell to the ground with a yelp. He was on
his side staring up at me as I looked down at him. “You were attacked too. I
can smell it. Where did you get bitten?” My voice was firm and authoritative as
I looked down at him. He looked terrified.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He struggled to get back up, and
eventually had to use his car door handle to get leverage. He stumbled and
leaned against the car as I smiled at him.
    “I think you do. I think that if you were smart you would tell me, but we
both know that you aren’t. So stand and deny all you want, but know this: I’m
going to figure out what attacked me. I’m going to find out what I’m turning
into. And if I find out that you could have saved me some time and energy but
didn’t because you’re a pussy then I will be very, very angry Jackson.” I
stared at him and walked away. I heard him whimper as I strode across the
parking lot back to the building.
     Whatever sick thing I was turning into I knew, at least, that I held some
sort of power over the other two. Both of them had trouble talking to me when I
was angry with them. I entered the building and began to head for my next
class. Lunch was almost over, and I had to focus on physics.
 
 
    By the time that the day was over I was exhausted. As I walked out to my
car I was not surprised to see Jackson standing there. He looked guilty as I
came to a stop a few feet away from him.
    “Tomorrow’s the full moon.” His voice was clear and confident as it
normally was. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
   “So?” I couldn’t help but put a little anger into it. Sometimes I really was
a bitch. He shuffled his feet and kind of looked over my shoulder.
   “So… I would suggest you tie yourself up. I am.” With that, he limped back
to his car. I stared after him until he drove off. My heart was pumping a mile
a minute and I began to feel dizzy.
   Tie myself up. Because tomorrow was the full moon. Fuck!
   How the hell am I going to pull that off? I got into my car and drove off,
trying my hardest not to kill anyone. I had a lot on my mind, and more to come.
As I pulled into my driveway I was relieved to see my parents were gone. My mom
was working her weekend shift at her nursing home and my dad was leaving for a
business trip this afternoon. Neither of them would be home tomorrow night.
Thank God.
    I entered the house and locked the door behind me. I went to the kitchen
and got an apple before going upstairs to my room. I felt the seconds pass as
night began to fall and an itch began to crawl up my back. I looked at the moon
and curled my fingers. It was as if my blood was singing for release.
   After what seemed like forever I fell into a fitful sleep.
 
   When I woke up I had an insatiable hunger for meat.
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     There's some dubcon in this chapter. Sorry if it makes you
     uncomfortable.
     *Edited/Merged chapters 3 and 4 from ff.net*
                                Alpha and Omega
                                   Chapter 2
 
          I groaned and rolled onto my side, staring at the clock. It was 6 AM.
I had another night of weird dreams… though I was beginning to think they were
something more. An image flashed through my head, a clearing in the woods. A
woman was kneeling in the grass, with a thick silver mist surrounding her. It
seemed to be living, twisting around the woman. Her head moved, and suddenly I
was looking into her face. Her eyes. They were mine, but different.
           I shook my head and rubbed my face. I got out of bed and did my
morning business before I went downstairs. I had to eat, the past day I had
almost nothing in my system. And I wanted meat. A lot of it. I padded into the
kitchen and went to the fridge. The note pinned to it had me stop.
                                    Lydia,
                                        
                 Your father had to leave this morning on a business trip. He
 tried to reschedule but he was unable to. I have to work my weekend shift at
 the nursing home, so I won’t be home tonight or tomorrow. I’m sorry, baby. If
        you need anything just give me a ring. I hope you feel better.
                                        
                                     Love,
                                        
                                      Mom
           
            I couldn’t believe my luck. They were both gone! I was going to
make up some story about how I had to sleep over Allison’s so we could work on
a school project. Now I didn’t have to. I smiled and opened the fridge, looking
for the left over steak we had two nights ago. I grabbed it and shut the door,
taking out a plate and turning the Tupperware over so the meat flopped on to
it.
            I looked at the plate warily. It didn’t seem like enough. I sighed
and placed it in the microwave. I was such a fat ass, but I had to. My body
ached for it. I stared at the microwave as my food slowly rotated within. My
mouth watered at the thought of tearing in to it.
            I took out the steak as the microwave beeped, smelling the rich
aroma as I placed it on the counter. I groaned in happiness as I took some
utensils out and began to cut it up. I put a piece in my mouth and shut my eyes
as the juices swirled around my tongue. The other night I had been furious that
my dad had cooked it rare, but today all I could do was thank the stars.
            I picked up the plate and carried it to the living room, setting it
on the table before flopping onto the couch. I turned the TV on to the news as
I began eating, savoring each bite. The newscaster was blonde and had a nasally
voice, her personality tight and uncomfortable. I stilled as they began to talk
about me.
            “Authorities have still been unable to find the animal that
attacked a local girl one week ago. Sheriff Stilinski has reported that
searches will cease. Various professionals have been unable to find any animal
tracks or any clues as to what actually attacked the citizen. In other news…”
            I rolled my eyes as I shoved the last piece of steak in my mouth.
What a dumb bitch. I chewed and looked down at the plate. Wow, and I actually
thought about being a vegetarian for a while. Guess that’s not happening. I
stood up and brought my plate into the kitchen, placing it in the sink before I
began to wash my hands.
            I have a lot of homework to catch up on, and I intended on
completing it today. I sighed and went to go upstairs to shower. Happy Saturday
to me.
 
         
 
          I rubbed my face as I put my pen down. The noise it made as it hit my
desk lifted my spirits. I was done. I glanced at the clock. It was 6 PM. All
day I had to fight the urge to do something. My body did not want me to sit
still- it wanted me to run. I looked out the window and saw that the sun was
setting. I pushed back the chair and stood, intent on making sure I was
prepared for when the moon rose.
          I went into my closet and took out the pair of handcuffs I kept for
special occasions. They were fuzzy and red, and it took everything in me not to
remember the last time I had used them. I found two spare sheets and placed the
items on the bed. I went to my dresser and found the white off the shoulder
shirt I usually wore with a black skirt. It was long enough to cover my ass,
and had it been a couple inches longer would have made a decent dress.
          I shucked off my clothes and put it on. If I did indeed turn into a
werewolf the last thing I wanted to do was have pants on. I shuddered thinking
about it, reaching down to pick up the handcuffs and sheets. Sweat began to
trickle down the side of my face as I tied one sheet to the bed post at the end
of my bed. I tied the other one to the other. I hopped into bed and leaned over
my knees as I tied each sheet to one foot. I did my best to knot it.
          I looped the handcuffs through the headboard of my bed. The fuzziness
of them looked right at home on my metal bed frame. I clicked each loop shut
around my wrists and waited. I blew a strand of hair out of my face, my eyes
staring out the window.
          The moon hung in the sky, a white orb of promise. I sighed as I
looked at it. Maybe Jackson had been pulling my leg. The moon probably wouldn’t
do anything. I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours.
          Just as I was about to unlock the safety on the cuffs my body jolted.
I grunted in surprise and looked at the clock. Two hours had passed since I had
bound myself to the bed. I groaned as my pulse began to race and my gut
tightened. Something was about to happen and it felt like it was going to hurt.
         I looked out to the moon again and saw it staring at me, almost as if
it were mocking me. I narrowed my eyes to slits and hissed as the scar on my
arm began to burn. I tried to hold it in, but the pain was too intense. I
screamed. My skin was on fire, and it felt as if I were dying.
         I began to thrash on the bed. I was never more thankful that we owned
a large property, because the noises I was making would surely have alerted my
neighbors. I screamed and arched my back as a particularly violent tremor
ripped through my body. My vision swam out of focus. All I could think of was
how intensely I wanted to be free. I pulled my arms foreword, trying to break
free of the cuffs.
         I looked at the moon again and was shocked as my vision changed. The
world was covered with red and black shadows. I screamed as my left arm broke
free from the cuffs, shortly followed by the other. They hung from my wrists
delicately as I reached down to rip the sheets from my body.
         I jumped out of bed and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I
brought a hand up to my face, shocked at the hair and fangs. The claws on my
hand lay against my face, nestled into my my red hair. I glared at my
reflection and brought my hand crashing down on the mirror. The glass fell to
the floor as I withdrew my hand.
         I looked hideous.
         I opened the window and almost howled as the air hit my face. I pushed
out the screen and looked at the ground. I had an urge to jump, and I did. My
human consciousness was telling me no, but there was a primal part of me that
took over. I landed on all fours and quickly stood up. My hair was in my face
as I took a step forward.
         I pushed it back and took another step forward.
        All control left me as I looked at the moon again. I began to run. I
ran to the woods that bordered my back yard. I tore into them, relishing the
feel of the wind as I ran through the trees. I ran for hours, unable to stop.
It was if my body was on auto pilot. I came to an abrupt stop and turned my
head to the left of me. The trees were silent as the wind moved through them.
        I had no idea where I was. I had been running for a long time, and my
legs were burning. I sniffed and caught the scent of something. It was a
werewolf, I knew it. It wasn’t Jackson or Scott, though. I narrowed my eyes and
began to follow the scent as quietly as I could. I heard the snap of a twig
which caused me to whirl around. I stood still as I took in the sight before
me.
        Standing 5 feet away from me was the most dangerous looking thing I
have ever seen. The word Alpha rang through my mind as if I should know it. I
took a step back as I took in his appearance. He had more hair covering his
body than I did. His eyes were red, and his snout jutted out from his face. He
was standing and took a step towards me.
       “You know they sell creams to take care of that” I waved my hand up and
down his form in the air, indicating his hairy body. My voice sounded deeper,
and the fangs in my mouth made the words sound different. He growled at me. I
laughed, knowing that what I was doing was stupid. I had a feeling I was going
to either die or get the shit beaten out of me.
        He took a step towards me and snapped his teeth. I took a step forward
and cocked an eyebrow. Before I could move he was on me. He pushed me up
against a tree and had his clawed hand around my throat. He lifted me up so my
feet were dangling above the ground. I brought my hands up to his and tried to
pry his fingers off me.
      He roared in my face. I closed my eyes as spittle landed on my skin. My
ears rang as his voice died down. I felt him press his body against mine,
taking his hand off my throat. I jerked against him as I felt my body change.
He had me dangling on a tree, holding me in place just by his body. He took my
arms in his hand and pinned them above my head. I glanced at them, my vision
returned to normal. My claws were gone.
      He had turned me back into a human with just a roar. I had no idea what
he was doing, but I stared at him. I watched in awe as his body began to
change, his face becoming human once again. He was tanned, with dark hair and
green eyes. I sucked in a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. I brought my head
to rest against the tree as I felt him sniff my neck.
     This was so fucked up. He was sniffing me? I jerked my hips against him
and heard him groan into my neck. I flushed, realizing I had probably
stimulated his penis. I looked over his shoulder and noticed that he was naked.
And that he had a fine ass. He brought his head back up and looked at me in the
eyes.
     His eyes seemed to darken with lust as his mouth came crashing down on
mine. His tongue was on mine in seconds. I groaned into the kiss, flicking my
tongue against his. He humped into me, bring one had to rest on my hip. I don’t
know why I was kissing him back. Sure, I’ve kissed guys before. I’ve done more
than that. Maybe it was the moon, maybe it was because he was so hot. I don’t
know. All I did know was that he brought his other hand down to the hem of my
tattered shirt and began to rub my thigh, and it felt so good.
     We broke apart for air. I looked down his body and saw his chiseled chest.
His crotch was covered due to it being pressed into my lower stomach, but I
could feel that he was happy to see me, and it throbbed against me as he
realized I was checking him out. I brought my eyes up to his face and smirked
as I reached down and grabbed him. He hissed and leaned his forehead against
mine.
     “Fuck” His voice was deep, full of lust that reverberated throughout my
body. I was going to regret this, but I wanted him. I wanted him so much my
body ached for him. I let go of him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He
went to kiss my neck but I stopped him.
     I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him on the lips.
Before he could kiss me back I turned his head and licked him from his cheek up
to his forehead. He growled in response and placed one of his hands on the side
of my panties. His eyes bore into mine as he ripped them from me. I smirked at
him and bucked my hips.
     His eyes darkened. He repositioned me against the tree, and I screamed as
he shoved into me. He groaned loudly, and stood still as he was buried in me
completely. He was breathing deeply, his biceps bulging as he held me against
the tree. I looked at him.
     I slapped him upside the head, which caused him to jerk and look at me in
shock.
     “What are you waiting for? Fuck me!” as the last word came out of my mouth
he pulled back and slammed back into me. I groaned, digging my hands into his
upper back.
     “You like that?” His voice was dark as he thrust into me again, making my
body quiver. I moaned and nodded. He slammed into me again, grunting as he
began to pick up speed. I dragged my nails down his back as my body tightened
and shuddered in pleasure.
     He just made me orgasm. My eyes were wide with shock as he responded to
me, pumping faster and harder. No one ever gave me an orgasm while fucking, not
even Jackson. I moaned as he slammed himself into me, shouting as his body
tightened. For a second I worried about what was happening.
     I hadn’t taken birth control in a week.
     I shook it off, staring at the man pinning me to the tree. It was worth
it. His grip on me slackened as he let my feet touch the ground. The tree bark
had ripped the back of my shirt and caused some scratches on my back. And even
though it throbbed in pain I couldn’t help but lean against the tree to regain
my footing. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me.
     “So… my name’s Lydia. Who are you?” I laughed inside at how innocent my
voice sounded. I had just been fucked upside a tree by a strange werewolf and I
could still sound like an innocent little girl.
     “Name’s Derek.” He was rubbing his hands up and down my arms. I liked
that.
     “Well Derek… nice to meet you. Do you do that often? Pin strange girls
upside trees and rape them?” I smirked as his face turned into a scowl.
     “That wasn’t rape and you know it.” He growled a warning that made me
smile. I pushed him away from me with one hand and bent down to pick up my torn
panties. I looked at them then looked at him.
     “I suppose I asked for it.” He looked confused... and adorable. I walked
up to him and took his hand. I placed the panties in it and closed his fingers
around them. “Something to remember me by.” He just looked at me and said
nothing.
     “We… need to talk.” My voice was firm, if a bit hesitant. He nodded. “Is
there anywhere safe we can go?” The last thing I wanted was to bring him to my
house. Though… the bed… I quickly shook the thoughts away. I needed to find out
what was happening, and if Derek couldn’t help me than I didn’t think Scott or
Jackson would.
     “We can go to my place, it isn’t far.” He took my hand and tugged me
forward. I sniffed, making sure to stare at his ass as we walked along.
 
God, the view was great.
 
     We walked in the woods for about half an hour. I tried to ignore the pains
in my feet. Apparently my skin was a lot tougher in werewolf form, because
every step invited another rock to show up and get in my way. Eventually he led
me to the Hale house. Everyone around town knew about it, the mystery around it
having been solved while I was laid up in the hospital.
     “You live here?” Derek stopped and looked down at me.
     “Unfortunately.” His voice was clipped, and he sounded irritated. I cocked
an eyebrow at him and placed a hand on my hip. He looked at me as I looked down
his body. His penis wasn’t as small as it had been twenty minutes ago. I
smirked and slid up next to him, standing on my tiptoes so I could bring my
face closer to his.
     “If you answer my questions like a good boy we can take care of that.” I
let my hand trail down his lower stomach until it reached the prize. I gave him
a playful squeeze, which caused his eyes to roll back into his head. He nodded,
and quickly pulled me into the house. To say it was a mess would be an
understatement.
     There was dust everywhere, holes in the floor and walls, and it smelled
like death. I turned my head to look into the other room and saw dried blood on
the floor. He pulled me away from it and tugged me up the stairs. My eyes were
fixed on his butt as he climbed them. I smirked evilly, and brought a hand up
and slapped him on the ass.
            His body jerked and he growled.
            “Don’t do that again!” I snorted, and once we got to the top of the
stairs he pulled me down the hallway. He opened a door and pulled me into a
small room. The room itself was nothing like the rest of the house. It was
clean, and had a full bed, a dresser, and a desk with a chair. No lamps, though
there were candles around the room. The window was boarded up.
            “Nice digs.” I sat down on the bed as he went to the dresser and
pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. He pulled them on and flopped onto the bed
next to me.
            “I wasn’t sure you were going to survive the attack.” He leaned up
on his elbows and looked at me. I turned so I could see him better and sat
cross legged, facing him. I put my hands in my lap.
            “So people have been telling me.” He drew his body up and mimicked
my position. Silence stretched between us as we looked at each other. “What the
fuck just happened?”
            “We fucked.” His response was short, though he did have a small
smile on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him.
            “I’m aware of that. What I mean is what are you, how did you change
me back, what am I?” The smile left his face as he looked at me.
            “I’m the Alpha. The strongest werewolf. I changed you back because
I could. And what you are? Well, that’s easy. You’re mine.” He was on me, his
hands running through my hair as he kissed me. I pushed him off and rolled off
the bed. I stood there in my tattered shirt, arms crossed across my chest. He
was leaning again, staring at me with lust. The bulge in his underwear was much
larger than it had been.
            “Yours? And just how did I become yours?” I stared at him
dubiously.
            “I’m the Alpha. Whatever I want I get. And I want you. Therefore,
you’re mine.” He stood up and walked towards me. I felt like prey being stalked
by a predator. He stopped in front of me and took my hands. “You’re a werewolf,
Lydia. Though… there is something different about you.” He brought his face
into the crook of my neck and took a deep breath.
            I stood there and let him. I don’t know what it was, but there was
a part of me that wanted him to do these things to me. Almost as if I was
getting off on it. I had never been one for domination before, but with him it
felt right.
            “What do you mean, different?” He took his head from my neck and
looked at me.
            “I’ve never smelt a werewolf like you before. I’ve smelt male and
female Alphas. Male and female Betas. But you… you’re something different.” His
face scrunched as he looked at me. “When I was growing up my mom used to tell
me stories of our kind. The Alphas, the Betas… and the Omegas. I think you
might be an Omega wolf.” I placed my hand on his chest. I ran my thumb around
his nipple and then looked up into his face.
            “An Omega wolf? What the hell is that?” His nipple was sticking out
and I quickly tweaked it. He took in a breath. His eyes looked wild.
            “There are two kinds of Omegas. Submissive and Dominants.
Submissive Omegas tend to be the whipping boy of the pack. When a pack mate
needs release they go to the submissive Omega. They might fight, the might
fuck, they might just cuddle. Subs are there to please us… which is why more
often than not they end up leaving the pack and becoming a lone wolf.” I shut
my eyes, hoping to god I wasn’t a submissive Omega. That sounded shitty.
            “Then there are dominant Omegas. They’re extremely rare, and not
much is known about them. From the legends I’ve heard they kind of act like
shamans for the pack.  I know they’re really valuable… packs have been known to
go to war over a dominant Omega.”
            “So in the pack hierarchy, there’s the Alpha, Beta, then Omega?” He
placed his hand on my head and began to stroke my hair.
            “Generally, yes. If there’s a dominant Omega, the hierarchy changes
to Alpha, dominant Omega, Beta, then… submissive Omega.” I sighed against him
and pulled back.
            “If the hierarchy changes because there’s a dominant Omega then why
aren’t they called something other than Omega? That doesn’t make any sense.” He
pulled me back to the bed and sat down. He grabbed my hips and had me straddle
his lap. I leaned back and laced my hands around the back of his neck.
            “Because they’re so rare there really isn’t a need, Lydia.” His
eyes were fixed on my lips. I smirked.
            “So I’m an Omega wolf. How can you tell if one is dominant or
submissive?” I really didn’t want to have to go through this alone.
            “I don’t know. Do you feel dominant?” Derek gave me a calculating
look, as if he expected me to pull a rabbit out of a hat. Like I was supposed
to do something he didn’t think I could do.
            “I think so… I mean, I have no trouble standing up to any of you.”
I smirked at him as his hands tightened on my hips. For a second I thought he
was going to smile, but he didn’t. Instead, he flipped me over and thrust his
crotch against me.
“Ready for round two?” I looked up at him, smiled, and nodded.
 
I woke up the next morning with an arm draped across my front, a warm body
pressed up against me. I drew the arm closer and snuggled back into the heart
radiating off the body. “Mmm… Jackson.” My voice came out in a whisper, but its
effect was immediate. I felt the bed shift, and the arm on my hip withdrew
itself.
            “What the fuck!” Derek’s voice was hard as he sat up in the bed.
FUCK! I called him Jackson! I sat up and tried to avoid his face.
            “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I swear! Jackson and I broke up a few
weeks ago and I-“ He put a hand over my mouth and pushed me back onto the bed.
His face was contorted with rage as he positioned himself between my legs. I
looked up at him with wide eyes as he lowered his face until his nose was
touching mine.
            “Let’s see if you remember that little fuck by the time I’m done
with you.” And with that, he thrust into me. I bit into his hand, not expecting
the invasion of his dick. I arched my back as he bottomed out, expecting him to
give me a moment to collect myself. He didn’t. He pounded away at me, removing
his hand when I began to lick it. I knew what he had just done was not OK, but
I was too freaking horny to care. The moon seemed to affect everything, even my
hormones. I locked eyes onto his shoulder, watching the muscles bunch as he
went to town. My mouth watered as an idea took over me. I moved as quickly as I
could, latching my mouth onto his shoulder. I bit down with a growl, stopping
when blood began to fill my mouth. He howled, and I took that momentary pause
to flip us over so that I was on top. He looked at me with a mixture of shock
and lust as I gyrated my hips on top of him.
            “You’re beautiful.” His voice was strangled; need filling every
syllable with something that went straight to my clit. I bucked against him and
laughed. I placed my hands on his chest for leverage, blowing a strand of hair
out of my face as it got in the way. I leaned down and kissed his bleeding
shoulder before bringing my mouth to his.
            “You’re not so bad yourself.” With that, I rested my arms on his
knees and gave him the ride of his life. His hands dug into my hips as he
groaned. He flung his head back, arching his hips up to meet me as I lowered
myself onto him. This sex was better than anything I’d ever had before. Not
even Jackson could compare to this. And to be honest, he was always a little
too vanilla for my tastes. I bucked against him and groaned as he began to rub
my clut. It was too much, and I orgasmed shortly after. As if on cue his eyes
screwed shut and he moaned loudly as he arched into me. I reached behind me, my
fingers grasping his balls as they drew tight to his body. I gave them a
squeeze as they began to throb, unloading into me like the night before.
            I fell onto him and smirked as his arms closed around me. They
tightened as he gave a frenzied thrust into me. Eventually he stopped moving,
content with rubbing circles in my back with his palm.
            “I mean it. You’re amazing.” His voice carried something that I
couldn’t quite describe yet.
            “I know. But let’s be honest… who have you ever met besides me that
you’ve fucked without a word between you? One minute we’re standing, the next
we’re fucking.” I blew onto his shoulder, watching as the blood flow started to
lessen. His arms tightened around me again.
            “I’ve never felt like this before. I wish I had someone to ask
about this.” Derek sounded confused, which made me look at him.
            “What do you mean?”
            “You’re right… the willingness we had to throw ourselves at each
other was a little strange. I mean, you’re gorgeous… I can’t blame myself for
wanting you. But it’s like I saw you, smelt you, and then needed you. A few
thoughts ran through my mind before I settled on sex… and all of them were less
pleasant.” Derek tightened his arms again and rolled us over so that we were
facing each other side to side.
            “Do you think it could be some sort of defense mechanism for Omega
wolves?” I threw an arm around his body so it was resting on his butt. His eye
twitched as I smirked. I had a feeling I was going to annoy him more than I
thought.
            “I don’t know.” He let out a puff of air, searching my face with
his eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low and soft. An apology was the last
thing I expected to hear from him.
            “It’s not your fault you don’t have answers, like you said Omegas
are rare-“ he cut me off with a shake of his head. He bumped my nose with his.
            “No, I’m sorry for how rough I was with you just now. That wasn’t
appropriate… this was my first full moon as an Alpha… it’s been hard.” He
looked ashamed. I let out a low whistle, which caused his face to scrunch up in
confusion.
            “I’m not sorry. Best wake up ever, in my opinion.” I slapped his
forehead with my hand and laughed at his expression. “The beginning might have
been a little scary, but the ending made it worth it.”  For a second it looked
as though he was about to smile. A loud slam echoed throughout the house,
causing him to jump up from the bed. I took the lone sheet on the bed and
ripped it from the mattress, using it to cover myself. I heard thumping coming
up the stairs as Derek moved to lean against the wall next to the door. He put
a finger to his mouth and made a shushing noise. I nodded and kept quiet.
            The door flew open and revealed a flustered Scott and Jackson. Both
their eyes flew out of their sockets when they noticed me on the bed wrapped in
the sheet, and I laughed as Derek slammed the door behind them and grabbed them
by the scruffs of their necks.
            They yelped as Derek shoved both of them into the door. I winced as
their heads connected with the wood. He had a hand on both of their throats
before they could even move.
            “What the fuck are you doing?” His voice was laden with anger,
causing Jackson to turn white. Scott just looked annoyed.
            “We came here to ask for help finding Lydia, who disappeared last
night. Of course, I should have known she would be here with you.” Scott rolled
his eyes as Derek bared his teeth at him. I laughed, I couldn’t help it.
            “I’m surprised you had your nose out of Allison’s ass long enough
to realize that I might need some help on my first full moon.” Sarcasm flew
from me, and I quietly wondered if that was the most polite thing to say. I
shrugged as Scott glared at me. Jackson shifted his eyes to me and took in my
sheet covered form. Seeing me like that drew some confidence from him, as he
pushed Derek away from him and snarled.
            “You fucked her!” His accusation rang through the room. It seemed
only then that both boys noticed the scent in the air and Derek’s nakedness.
Scott closed his eyes and turned away while Jackson edged forward. “There’s a
code, Derek!” Derek laughed in his face.
            “You broke up with her, didn’t you? That’s what Scott said. Didn’t
you go after Allison for a while, Jackson? Where was your code then?” Derek
folded his arms across his chest and glared at him. I placed my feet on the
floor and stood up, finally having enough of the testosterone in the room.
            “I think you’re forgetting the real issue here: My favorite shirt
is ripped to shreds. Who’s going to buy me a new one?”  Diffuse the situation,
that’s what I always read about in my books. Well, here’s hoping it works. All
three of them turned their attention to me. Derek looked down at the floor as a
blush crept up his neck.
            “I don’t have any money.” He mumbled. Jackson snorted.
            “I do. Let’s go.” Jackson held out his hand, gesturing for me to
take it. I looked between them and then looked at Scott. He shrugged his
shoulder. He was probably too busy thinking about Allison.
            “Oh, now you want me back? Now that I’m a part of your new werewolf
lifestyle I’m good enough for you? Jackson… I wouldn’t choose you over Derek,
purely because he can actually make me cum… something you’ve never been able to
manage.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder and stared at him as his mouth
dropped open.
            “B-but.. now we can be together.” He stuttered, not quite sure of
what had just happened. Derek held his head high in the air, his face guarded.
            “Your idea for me to tie myself up was pure bullshit. How did it
work out for you? By the way, you owe me a new mirror, a new sheet set, and a
new pair of handcuffs.” With that I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs,
examining my nails as I did so. I needed a manicure, though Derek’s blood on my
hands added a slight film noir feel to the beginning of my day. Scott started
laughing, holding his side.
            “You told her to tie herself up? You’re such a dumbass. I tied you
up with chains and you still almost got out!” Jackson flushed, saying nothing
as he looked away. Derek was still standing awkwardly between us, almost as if
he was afraid they were going to attack me. I looked up from my nails and
pouted.
            “What exactly do werewolves do together, anyway?” Scott and Jackson
both looked interested in the question that left my mouth. All of us looked at
Derek, only for the boys to look away grimacing. I sighed and looked pointedly
at Derek’s crotch. “Maybe you should put some pants on?” Scott snorted until
Jackson hit him in the chest. Derek frowned and pulled a pair of jeans out from
his dresser and stepped into them, carefully zipping them up.
            “Happy?” He snapped.
            “Not really” I smiled at him again. To be honest, I felt like I was
smiling at him more than I had any other guy I’d been around. I liked it. The
boys calmed down enough to pay attention. “So, what do werewolfs do?” Derek
scratched the back of his head.
            “Well, on full moons they generally shift together and hunt. We all
lived together, so we had a sense of community and support. Most pure born
werewolves live in close knit communities. A pack.” He looked between the three
of us. Now it was my turn to laugh.
            “Yeah, I can totally see my parents letting me move in with a
strange man and two boys from high school. They’d think I was a slut.” Scott
snorted again while Jackson looked to be in physical pain. He shuffled his feet
and set his attention on me.
            “I’m pretty sure they have an idea-“ Jackson never got to finish
his sentence because Derek punched him in the face, causing the younger boy to
fall to the floor.
            “Watch your mouth before I rip out your tongue.” Derek huffed and
seemed to prowl around Jackson. Ahhh fuck. He felt protective of me. Which
means he likes me. My insides were squirming with pleasure. The big bad wolf
likes me. I giggled and stood up again.
            “Well, this has been fun but I need to go home and put on some
clothes. So… bye.” I waltzed over to the door and opened it, turning around to
wave before I left.  I noticed a weird look on Derek’s face before I blew him a
kiss. I quickly walked down the hall, clutching the sheet to me. I’ve never
done a walk of shame without clothes, and I silently wondered how I was going
to get home without being spotted. I hurried down the stairs and out the open
front door.
            I stopped as I saw Stiles jeep in front of the house. He was
leaning against it, and turned his head towards me as I exited the house.
“What the fuck?” His voice rang out through the clearing as he stared at me
wrapped in a dirty sheet, naked. My breath caught in my throat.
Shit
End Notes
     Well, there's the first chapter! I plan on editing and changing
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