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This takes place just before S02 EP01
 AU: Beacon Hills in Maine, for reasons

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 Stiles Stilinski: 18, Dylan O’Brien, Omega, 5 ft 2
 Derek Hale: 30, Tyler Hoechlin, Alpha Wolf, 7 ft 5
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December 10th, 2011, Saturday
 1:11 AM

North Forest, Beacon Hills, Maine

   Derek didn't know what was happening, but all he could smell was a sweet, fruity scent. It was irritating enough that he couldn't sleep. Despite this scent annoying him, it also made him incredibly aroused. He should have been more in tune with his feelings and would have known where it was coming from or at least who it was from. He made his way out of the burned remnants of his former house and into the woods, following the scent.

   As Derek tracked the scent, the area seemed increasingly familiar. It led to a suburb he had visited only two or three times. He wouldn't have recognized the house if he hadn't seen him. This was the home of none other than Stiles Stilinski. He was lying in a soft, fresh pile of snow next to the porch. He noticed a little red spot on the snow and realized Stiles was bleeding.

   "Stiles?" Derek called as he approached. Stiles was completely naked and rubbing against the handle of some gardening shears. Thankfully, his father was at work, so he didn't have to witness this. Derek expected Stiles to panic or mumble incoherently. Instead, he merely stared with heavy-lidded eyes as he continued to pleasure himself with the handle of the shears, slightly cutting himself with the rusty blade as he held them.

   Derek looked down at the best friend of the young wolf he was mentoring, seeing him with fresh eyes. He could tell the smell was coming from Stiles, indicating that Stiles wasn't just an ordinary human. He was an omega—not Omega alone, but Omega regarding Secondary Gender. It would be an understatement to say they hadn't gotten along in the past. That annoyance didn't lessen Derek's perception of him. it didn't mean he didn't want to drive the irritating guy wild.

   A glazed expression lingered in Stiles' eyes as if he were experiencing a form of mania while enduring his first heat. Derek didn't know or care, but it must have been Stiles’ birthday. Omegas typically didn't mature like this until after turning eighteen. Derek noticed a hint of blood on the handle, assuming it was from ruptured veins or something similar, considering how rough Stiles was with himself.

   "I knew something was off with you..." Derek said, realizing that whatever aspect of Stiles caused him annoyance and frustration was likely supernatural. Alphas and Omegas were destined for each other but didn't always like each other immediately. It wasn't love at first sight, as depicted in movies. Derek felt uneasy because Omegas were rare, even more so among humans.

   Derek didn't want Stiles to hurt himself any further. He was stronger than a typical human but weaker than most Omegas. Omegas were resilient. their purpose was to match an Alpha's aggressive nature.

   As Derek gently took the shears from Stiles’ hand, Stiles whimpered and tossed them aside. He grabbed Derek's wrist, whimpering, until Derek lifted him by his armpits, trying to pull him to his feet. Stiles didn't comply, going limp like a ball of Jell-O. However, he did kneel before Derek, which wasn't the best move when Derek was already feeling morally weak, looking up at him with his big whiskey eyes and long eyelashes.

   "Have..." Derek blushed and looked down at the young Omega, gently cupping his face as Stiles nuzzled against him, resting his head in his hand. "Have you always been this beautiful?" Derek asked, admiring how his hand cradled Stiles’ head like a football.

   The size difference between Stiles and Derek was immense, and it thrilled Derek. He pressed his thumb against Stiles' lips, and the Omega immediately opened his mouth, allowing Derek to push his thumb inside. Stiles began to suck on Derek's thumb and rubbed his thighs... this was addictive... Stiles' touch was irresistible.

   Derek leaned over and looked at Stiles, looking down at the Omega with a smirk, wondering how far he could take Stiles. "Are you going to be a good slut for me and listen to me?" Derek said, and Stiles flushed red as he nodded.

   Derek was a wolf and didn't need to pay attention to temperature, but he noticed that Stiles seemed slightly overheated for a human. He had a fever, which is common when an omega is in heat. This was likely why Stiles was outside. he was probably trying to cool down—even though he was still human. He was in the snow at 20 degrees so that he could be at risk of hypothermia. Luckily, Derek reached him just in time, right?

   "Open your mouth, faggot," Derek said, and Stiles obeyed. A second later, Derek spit into his mouth. "Fuck..." Derek bit his lip as Stiles didn't freak out or swallow. He was waiting to be told what to do. "Swallow," Derek said, and Stiles did as well. "Well, shit... I like you a lot better when you are in heat," Derek said as Stiles was panting. With Alpha saliva in him, it did the opposite of satiating him. He needed more. "Holy shit..." Derek bit his lip as Stiles opened his mouth, wanting more.

   Derek didn't want anyone interrupting them. The only other wolf he was sure was in town was Scott. Thankfully, Scott had barely honed any of his powers. He didn't even recognize the scent of Stiles or know how to track it. Because of Stiles’ scent, Derek wouldn't allow another wolf to be drawn into his town. He wasn't foolish enough to let an Omega slip through his fingers.

   He first needed to address the scent, so Derek chose the simplest solution. He exposed himself and pressed a finger to Stiles’ forehead as he leaned in to take him into his mouth. Before long, Derek was urinating on Stiles. The Omega glanced down, becoming somewhat more aware of what was happening but still not rejecting it. It was the DNA of an Alpha, which was what the Omega craved.

   Derek noticed the scent as Stiles’ strength faded further, and then he covered him with his urine. When it was sufficient to deter the possibility of attracting another wolf, Derek ceased, stopping his stream and pressing the tip against Stiles' lips.

   "Don't waste a drop, okay slut?" Derek said, and Stiles suctioned his lips around his tip. Derek fisted his hand in Stiles' hair and tilted his head, so it was easier for Stiles to suck down his piss. Stiles wrinkled his nose and shut his left eye tightly as the bitter taste hit his mouth, but like the good boy he was, he didn't let a drop escape his lips. Constantly gulping down the golden liquid like it was chocolate milk.

   Derek's next move was a bit more complicated, morally. He was raised upright to know not to advance sexually with Stiles when he was in this state. As his bladder emptied, he was getting closer and closer to playing out this complete whim.

   Derek had received a threat from the Alpha Pack heading this way, and naturally, he was mentally spiraling. He needed to find pack members quickly to train them to the best of their abilities.

   Having an Omega in the pack is extremely rare and unprecedented, considering that they are one in 25000 supernatural beings, as well as the advantages they bring to the pack, including intimacy and the overall dynamic. Moreover, this wouldn't just be any Omega, but Stiles Stilinski.

   Derek had little faith in humanity, but it would be Stiles if he had to choose anyone to stand by him. The boy saves Scott multiple times and teaches him the basics of being a wolf through his research. It turned out he wouldn't be as beneficial to keep Stiles by his side as a Human Omega… an Human Omega had a 0% chance of rejecting the bite.

   Derek knelt in the fresh snow in front of Stiles. "Scott and you are going to hate me for this," Derek smirked before biting him on the neck. Stiles gasped, and his pupils contracted as the pain hit him, and Derek's venom surged through his veins.

   "Derek!" Stiles slapped Derek's arm and tried to escape, but it was too late. The Alpha pulled away as he retracted his fangs.

   "The bite is a gift, Stiles," Derek sneered, blood pooling at the edge of his mouth. He could tell that the pain from the bite was pulling Stiles out of his manic state. He could see the familiar fire in his eyes. Derek assumed he was trembling with anger but then realized he was cold.

   "I'm going to kill you!" Stiles yelled, seizing Derek's throat, but the Alpha burst into laughter. He felt on top of the world. He had an Omega with a unique connection —not just any unique connection.
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Scott McCall: 18, Tyler Posey, Beta Lone Wolf, 6 ft 9
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December 12th, 2011, Monday
 1:11 AM

Beacon Hills High, Beacon Hills, Maine

   As Stiles parked the jeep, he got out and looked down at his feet. He felt a bit nervous about the day. He had developed a sense of smell, even though he hadn't fully adjusted to the bite. However, he adapted beautifully. Derek checked on him several times an hour to ensure he wasn't rejecting it.  

   He was terrified of Scott. He didn't know why, but he sensed Scott would react poorly. Stiles didn't have to avoid Scott all weekend since Scott was obsessed with Allison. They couldn't even see each other regularly, but he stalked her from a distance, and she loved every second of it.  

   Stiles hadn't managed to keep a secret about his best friend for more than a few minutes, except for one: he was in love with his best friend.  

   Something about Derek set Scott off. Stiles felt that he would blame him when Scott figured out what happened. Stiles never wanted the bite. He received it while manic, and Derek toyed with him like a squeaky toy.  

   Stiles noticed Scott's bike on the racks and knew he was there. He didn't have to wait long, though, as he heard Scott walking toward him, saying, 'See you later' to Danny.  

   "Hey, buddy," Scott said with a smile, a little confused about why Stiles didn't look up at him. He just chalked it up to Stiles being shy for some reason. "Dude... why do you smell like the body spray aisle?" Scott plugged his nose, trying not to cough at Stiles' fragrance.  

   "Er... I didn't use it much. Your sense of smell must be sensitive today," Stiles replied meekly, hugging his backpack to his chest as he walked toward the front doors. Stiles wanted to avoid Scott or Derek catching a whiff of him since no matter how hard he scrubbed, Derek's scent still lingered on his skin.  

   "I guess so..." Scott said reluctantly, taking his fingers off his nose as he adjusted to the smell. He looked down and noticed that Stiles looked angelic. He seemed to have slept for days with no discoloration on his face. "Hey man, you look really good! Are you taking your sleeping pills?"

   "Er... yeah," Stiles said, blushing as Scott kept his gaze fixed on him.  

   "You look cozy too," Scott smiled, noting that Stiles typically wore baggy clothes and a joke t-shirt obscured by a large jacket. Stiles struggled to fit into many clothes since his omega genes made his butt too big for his loose jeans. "You look so adorable. I didn't know you had a scarf," Scott cooed.  

   Stiles wore a muted lavender knit sweater, matching beanie, and a long black knit scarf wrapped several times around his neck, with the ends flowing in the wind.  

   "Shut up..." Stiles muttered, blushing fiercely. This didn't help with his heat. "Scottie, stooop," Stiles whined as Scott pretended to be hurt by this. "I don't want to be called cute..." Stiles turned bright cherry red.  

   "Well, then you shouldn't dress so cute," Scott said, not quite realizing what was different about how Stiles looked today compared to usual. "OH! I know why you look so cute. You dressed like Allison today."

   "What?" Stiles froze and raised an eyebrow.

   "You look like Allison today. She wears a lot of scarves and sweaters, and she also likes purple," Scott shrugged. He didn't think it was a big deal, but Stiles' glare and crossed arms indicated that he had said something wrong.

   "My favorite color is purple," Stiles frowned and stormed off. Scott maintained his pace, his longer legs easily keeping up with Stiles.

   "What did I say, buddy? I was complimenting you..." Scott replied, genuinely puzzled. He followed Stiles, who gave him the cold shoulder on their way to the lockers. He wanted to drop the subject. "Think you can pass a message to Allison?"

   "Nope," Stiles snapped, slamming his locker. He expected Scott to beg him, so he looked at his face. His heart sank as he saw Scott sniffing the air. "Shit..." he muttered to himself, trying to hurry away before Scott caught his scent. It probably intensified as he became more upset.

   Scott seized Stiles by the neck and dragged him along, ignoring his yelps and protests. He burst into the nearest janitor's closet, almost breaking the light switch as he flipped it on.

   "No! Stop!" Stiles yelled when he realized Scott was about to tear off his scarf.

   "Why the hell are you wearing a scarf? You hate those things. Tell me now, or I'll tear it off you," Scott panted heavily. He was angry, but more than anything, he was terrified. He needed to know why Stiles smelled like a shifter.

   "Fine, just..." Stiles whined, whimpering as he slowly removed the scarf. "Just be careful... this scarf and sweater belonged to my mom," Stiles blushed as he rolled up the scarf and set it aside where it would be safe.

   "Why the hell do you have the bite, and why didn't you tell me when it happened?" Scott panted, quickly losing his cool. His voice was muffled, too, since his fangs were out as he tugged down Stiles' turtleneck to see it. "Take off your sweater before I tear it off, damn it," Scott snarled. 

   Stiles sighed and complied, setting the knife safely from his scarf. "God, do you have to hold me so tightly?" Stiles muttered as Scott grasped his shoulder to keep him steady while examining the bite.

   "Fuck..." Scott buried his nose in Stiles' neck. The Omega rolled his eyes and sighed, annoyed as he was being maltreated. "So... that’s why you are wearing so much body scent," Scott said with a constant growl in his throat. "You're a fucking slut, huh... you let Derek fuck you, and he bit you, didn't he,"

   "He didn't fuck m-"

   "Don't lie to me, you little fucking whore," Scott snarled as he clasped his fist in Stiles' hair. Stiles whimpered and flinched as Scott was scaring him. Scott would never have been this rough with him if he had an inkling of control once he caught and determined Derek's scent was buried in Stiles' skin.

   "It's not like that, Scott," Stiles furrowed his eyebrows at his best friend's misogyny. That's when Scott noticed his hand. 

   "What did he do to you here?" Scott grabbed his hand, noticing it was bandaged. 

   "I hurt myself," Stiles replied, and Scott glared at him for more information. "Shit… I'm an omega, okay? I was, uh, using the handle of garden shears and cut myself on the blade." 

   "I'm not an idiot, Stiles," Scott snapped. "That sounds so far-fetched. Why would you have garden shears when there's seven inches of snow outside?" he asked, growing more irritated. "How can you be an omega when you're not even a wolf? How can you be a lone wolf like me?" Scott snapped, unaware there was another term for Omega.

   "They were outside, and I'm telling the truth, okay?" Stiles replied, but Scott didn't buy it. He didn't loosen his grip. he tightened it.

   "You are not Derek's friend..." Scott said sharply. "You are mine. How can you keep this from me?" 

   "Because I knew you would react like this," Stiles sighed, flinching as Scott grabbed his waist with his left hand.

   "You're mine, you got that?" Scott said, his fangs pressed against the bite on his neck.  

   "Scott, Scottie," Stiles gasped, widening his eyes as he realized he was about to be bitten. He was unsure how that would turn out since he was still adjusting to the bite. Derek's venom and saliva needed to be part of that bite. He didn't know if Scott would bite him or if it would affect the outcome. "Y-You're scaring me," Stiles whimpered, but Scott wasn't here now... his wolf was.

   "Then you shouldn't have been such a slut and a bad friend..." Scott snarled, and he pinned Stiles to the wall of the janitor's closet.

   "Y-You're not you," Stiles whimpered and began to tremble.

   "I could say the same," Scott said, whispering into Stiles' ear, "You think I don't notice your arousal when I am undressing... the way you poke out your ass when you bend down... the way your heart speeds up when I am around you? And now you're acting all shy and innocent?" Scott said with a cocky tone to his voice... he sounded like the Full Moon was close when it wasn't. Stiles didn't know that this was how shifters would act when he was an omega.

   Stiles closed his eyes, wishing this would end so Scott could snap back to himself and apologize profusely. He didn't flinch when the door burst open and the lock tore from the wall.

   Stiles peeked through his eyelids to see Scott snarling, partially shifted and out of control. He noticed the hall was empty of students. Thank God Derek had opened the door. he was shifted and growling at Scott.

   "Not here, assholes," Stiles muttered under his breath, and Derek gave him a nod in acknowledgment. Derek didn't want to appear weak, so he punched Scott before running to take this outside.

   "Why can't I just have a normal day?" Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose before getting dressed again.
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Isaac Lahey: 18, Daniel Sharman, Beta Wolf, 6 ft 4
Jackson Whittemore: 18, Colton Haynes, ‘Unknown’, 5 ft 11
Allison Argent: 19, Crystal Reed, Human, 5 ft 8
Lydia Martin: 18, Holland Roden, ‘Unknown’, 5 ft 4
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December 12th, 2011, Monday
 3:34 PM

Beacon Hills High, Beacon Hills, Maine

   The lacrosse season was wrapping up sooner than usual. A blizzard was approaching, and the school had to cancel its final game. It was also snowing too heavily to practice safely, but why would anyone continue to practice without a game?

   Christmas break was just a few days away, and the school was holding tryouts for several indoor sports the next semester. Stiles wasn't really into sports, but he knew Derek would watch him after what had happened that morning when he had gone home. He wasn't particularly keen on seeing Scott, but he would prefer Scott's company over Derek's. Plus, it was entertaining for Stiles to see Scott in this state.

   "Buddy." Scott was on his knees, holding Stiles' hands. He was sobbing so hard that his breath hitched, and he whimpered. "Stiles, I am so, so, so sorry," Scott cried. Stiles blushed when Scott didn't pull him into another room.

   "Scott, it's fine... people are watching," Stiles said, though he was secretly pleased with the attention. They were in the swimming hall, where tryouts were taking place. Volleyball, wrestling, and basketball tryouts wouldn't happen until Wednesday.

   "I don't care," Scott exclaimed, pulling Stiles into a tight hug. Stiles noticed Allison and Lydia staring at them intently while Jackson looked at them as if they were foolish.

   "Okay, okay, fine, I forgive you, alright?"

   "No, I don't deserve your forgiveness," Scott wept. "I called you a whore... what kind of best friend does that?" he sniffled.

   "It's fine. I know you were caught off guard and lost control," Stiles whispered. "Now get off me and sit beside me before I take back my forgiveness," he said, and Scott quickly understood the message. "It's okay, Scott... I promise."

   "I feel like a terrible friend," Scott muttered as he sat beside Stiles. He glanced at Allison and Lydia, who quickly looked away. "I'm so sorry, and I truly mean it, okay?" Scott said, and Stiles nodded. "Derek... told me what you were... I had no right to call you a slut."

   "Well, apparently, you know more than I do," Stiles replied, raising an eyebrow. "I never want to see Derek again... I hate him so much."

   "He... said he couldn't help it," Scott replied, and Stiles scoffed. "Your scent... once I caught it this morning drove me insane..."

   "So, it's my fault he bit me? It's my fault you were such a jerk?" Stiles asked, and Scott's eyes widened.

   "God, no! I'm not defending him at all. I'm not even defending myself," Scott said, realizing this was tough for Stiles to process. It was also a sensitive topic for him. "I, um... I won't speak for Derek, okay? He said he would talk to you later today."

   Stiles crossed his arms and signaled to Scott that he wanted to change the subject. "Are you going to try out for the swim team?"

   "No, I just came to talk to you... I'm going to try out for basketball," Scott replied, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to try out?"

   "Yeah... It's senior year," Stiles shrugged. Scott knew Stiles wasn't really into sports. he only joined the lacrosse team to spend time with Scott.

   "I didn't know you were into swimming," Scott said, raising an eyebrow as they began watching the coach call individuals for tryouts.

   They had to swim a 50-meter lap, which included going to one side of the pool and returning. The goal was to complete the lap in 50 seconds. They could use any swimming style.

   "Alright, everyone," Coach Lahey announced, signaling the start of tryouts. He outlined the key rules and qualities he sought in the men's and women's teams. "You don't need to be perfect. If you have raw talent then I can teach you how to excel. My son Isaac will demonstrate what you should aim to become."

   Scott and Stiles knew Isaac but didn't know him well. He changed into his speedo and received condescending whistles from students just there to have fun.

   "I will use the Butterfly Stroke," Isaac announced as he stretched, preparing to jump in when the whistle blew.

   "Um..." Stiles elbowed Scott in the side to grab his attention. "Is that what I think it is on his neck?" Stiles pointed at the bandage on Isaac's neck, causing Scott to widen his eyes.

   "Not sure... I can't smell anything but you," Scott said as he noticed some bruises on Isaac's body. "If it is Derek, then he was rough..."

   "Scott... I read that when a wolf becomes an Alpha, it loses control due to its power since it can turn a human into one of their own. What if Derek is creating an army?" Stiles said, furrowing his brows.

   "I will snoop," Scott said as he saw Stiles was a little upset. "Don't worry, okay?"

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5:57 PM

Stilinski House, Beacon Hills, Maine

   Stiles parked his Jeep in the garage this time. He took some safety precautions since he lived in a town full of supernatural beings and was best friends with a highly sought-after werewolf.

   One of these precautions involved lining the house with mountain ash. He mixed it with glue and applied it to the house's perimeter. He did this on the garage door so that if Scott came by, he could use the remote to enter and exit. Although he didn't use it much, he had kept the garage door closed since Derek had bit him to sneak in.

   "Hi, Daddy," Stiles said as he entered the living room. His father was in the recliner, holding some papers while watching a home renovation show. With nothing in his lap, Stiles climbed onto it.

   "Hi, sweetheart," Noah said, kissing his son on the head and wrapping his arms around him. Stiles nestled his head into the crook of Noah's neck. "Why are you wet? You're going to catch pneumonia," Noah said, sounding worried. "You didn't have lacrosse practice, did you?"

   "No, I went to swim tryouts," Stiles replied, nuzzling against Noah's neck. "I made the team and completed a 50-meter lap in 42 seconds," Stiles added.

   "That's great, honey," Noah said, patting him on the back. "You know your mom was on the swim team when we were in high school."

   "I know," Stiles said, snuggling in tighter.

   "Kiddo, what's gotten into you? I thought you outgrew your cat phase when you were three," Noah chuckled as Stiles widened his eyes.

   "Sorry," Stiles said, blushing with a chuckle. "I just really missed you," he added, feeling calm from the scent of his father.

   "I know..." Noah felt awful. They hadn't seen each other in eight days because one of them had been asleep whenever they were at the house. "But I'm so proud of you for making the swim team."

   "What... I can see something on your face," Stiles said.

   "Well... David Lahey is still the coach, right?" Noah asked, and Stiles nodded. "Don't... don't ever be alone with him, okay? I don't like the guy."

   "I'm sorry, I don't understand." Stiles raised an eyebrow.

   "It's just a personal thing. I don't like him, and I never have."

   "Okay, Dad..." Stiles said, confused, but his father hugged him, attempting to change the subject. "When is your first meet?"

   "I think there will be a couple of practices over the break in February, but it's fine," Stiles replied, noticing how tired his father looked. "You should take a break from work. you seem worn out. Do you want me to make you dinner?"

   "No, sweetheart." Noah nuzzled his son's hair as he stood up. "I have some takeout in the fridge. I'll heat it. Why don't you head to your room? You probably want to wash that chlorine off your skin."

   "Yeah, I do. Goodnight, Daddy," Stiles said as he hugged him.

   "Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Uncle Nathan is coming over for the break," Noah added, and Stiles smiled. Nathan was Noah's little brother who lived in Temecula, California. He transferred from the Temecula Fire Department to the Portland Fire Department to visit more often.

   They continued to make small talk as they said their goodnights before Stiles finally turned in for the night. His skin was sensitive after the bite, and he had dreamed of taking a hot bath all day.

   As Stiles entered his room, the hairs on his neck stood up, but it was too late to react. He heard the door slam and then found himself pinned against it.
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Noah Stilinski: 42, Joe Manganiello, Beta Human, 6 ft 5
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December 12th, 2011, Monday
6:10 PM

Stilinski House, Beacon Hills, Maine

   "Seriously, Derek... why is this your favorite pastime?" Stiles said, realizing this wasn't the first time Derek had sneaked into his room and pinned him against something.

   "You haven't been letting me get in touch with you."

   "How the hell did you get in? I have a damn line of Mountain Ash around the house,"

   "I jumped in when your dad came in," Derek replied as if it were obvious. Now that Stiles thought about it, the garage door had been open when he arrived. Noah sometimes forgot to close it.

   "I hate you," Stiles sniffled, prompting Derek to roll his eyes.

   "Get in line... I don't think it's my fault, okay? You drove me crazy with your scent," Derek said, refusing to take any responsibility. "Besides, you weren't a normal human... You would have been bitten, assaulted, or killed since you're an Omega. I did you a favor."

   Derek took in Stiles' appearance. He hadn't been able to shake it off since he saw him that morning. The soft lavender sweater made his already fair skin look even softer, and the snugness of the matching beanie and scarf made him look utterly adorable.

   "Am I the only one you turned?" Stiles asked, snapping Derek out of his trance. "I know you're drunk with power... Have you bitten anyone else?" Stiles glared.

   "Stiles," Derek said patiently. He released a pheromone meant to calm his underling. "Your hearing has developed, right?" Derek asked, and Stiles nodded. "Listen to my heart, okay?" Derek said softly, and Stiles focused on Derek's chest, where his heart was. "Everything that's happening... even me biting you, isn't out of malice or an abuse of power..."

   "Then why didn't you ask me if I wanted to get bitten?"

   "You're not paying attention to my heartbeat," Derek murmured. "What did you take from what I just said?"

   "I understood that you believe what you said... but that doesn't make it true for me."

   Derek sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he tried not to snap at Stiles. He rested a hand on the small of Stiles' back, guiding him to sit on the edge of his bed. Kneeling in front of him, Derek attempted to meet his gaze.

   "Look, I'm sorry I let your scent influence me," Derek confessed, earning a glare from Stiles in return. "I'm being honest. Omegas don't last long when they're alone. Your scent was so overpowering that you probably would have been dead or faced a fate worse than being turned by the new year," Derek explained.

   "So… is it true? Did you really bite Isaac Lahey?" Stiles asked to which Derek nodded. "But why? He has such a bright future ahead of him. They say he might even make it to the Olympics!"

   "He doesn't like swimming," Derek replied as Stiles raised an eyebrow. "I found him at his job... his father beat the hell out of him," Derek continued, watching Stiles furrow his brow. "I just gave him a way to defend himself. We're going to be a family, Stiles."

   "A family?"

   "Yes... you can trust me, Stiles," Derek reassured him. Stiles looked him up and down, and Derek added, "You all can trust me."

   "All? Who else did you bite besides Isaac and me?"

   "That's not important right now. I gave them a choice," Derek said, and Stiles rolled his eyes. I can protect you guys, teach you to defend yourselves, and keep you safe," Derek insisted.

   Stiles crossed his arms with a huff. "Do you feel how at ease you are? You're angry, but you're not anxious anymore," Derek observed, noticing recognition cross Stiles’ face. He realized it when it was pointed out. "I'm doing that right now."

   "How..." Stiles said, skeptical yet curious. He was a naturally curious person.

   "Since you are my subordinate, I can release pheromones that help soothe you... I can give you other emotions, but it's unpredictable how you might respond," Derek said, and Stiles looked down at his feet.

   "Well, keep your creepy, emotional manipulation to yourself," Stiles huffed.

   Derek made him uncomfortable as he studied him closely, almost like a scientist examining a specimen. Derek reached out to grab Stiles' scarf, but the omega tightened his grip on Derek's wrist.

   "Don't rip my mother's scarf," Stiles glared, following Derek's gaze to his hand. Derek's wrist was so large that Stiles couldn't fully wrap his hand around it.

   "I'm not," Derek said, surrendering his other hand. His touch was soft and delicate as he removed Stiles' scarf and sweater. "Why are you wearing your mother's clothes?" Derek asked.

   "Her clothes are stretchy, and I felt uncomfortable in mine," Stiles said, blushing as Derek came close enough for him to feel his breath. Kneeling, Derek was still larger than Stiles, who sat on his bed. "No," Stiles protested, pushing at Derek's hands when he realized the Alpha was about to remove his sweater next.

   "Relax, okay? I'm just checking your bite. I might have to reclose it in case it gets infected," Derek said, and Stiles begrudgingly allowed him to continue. "As for your uncomfortable clothes, your skin is much softer and, therefore, more sensitive." Derek bit his lip, remembering that cross-dressers were a significant fetish of his.

   "Don't bust a nut... my mom wore unisex clothes." Stile knitted his eyebrows, and Derek trailed his hand up his naked torso. Derek's skin felt like sandpaper along Stiles' silky-smooth skin, almost like a rock rubbing against silk. "Ack! What are you doing?" Stiles gasped as Derek brushed his thumb over Stiles' nipples. He let out an animalistic whimper, looking down to see his nipples more vibrant than usual. They were budding, too. “W-Why are they swollen?”

   "The Erogenous Zones are the first to get sensitive once one takes to the bite," Derek said, trying to remain in control as Stiles whimpered at his touch. Derek was giving him a chest massage, and Stiles was whining, trying to push at Derek's face. "Fuck, you're so adorable... how could I not see that before?" Derek thought out loud as he thought Stiles’ scrunching up his face and squinting his eyes was cute

   "Why are you doing that? It is annoying." Stiles said and flinched as he felt Derek's hot breath against his bare nipple. "What are you-" Stiles asked but then was cut off when Derek slightly bit at the nipple and sucked it in, still doing that massaging motion on them.

   "Fuck you're so delectable," Derek lapped his tongue over them and planted a kiss. Stiles was pushing on his face to get him to stop... but then a small bead of milk formed. "Fuck yes... You're an omega that lactates," Derek chuckled before going back to sucking on Stiles' chest hard.

   "W-What?" Stiles began to panic. "I-I might have something wrong with my kidney. that could be a sign of kidney disease." he pressed harder against Derek's head.

   "You have no idea what you are..." Derek chuckled softly, wiping the milk from the corners of his lips. "You're a shifter now. you don't get sick or diseased."

   "I-I know... I read online—"

   "No, you don't know," Derek traced one hand along Stiles’ bite and the other along his rib cage. "You have no idea what's happening right now," he whispered in Stiles’ ear, "You don't even understand your body or how good I can make you feel..." Stiles whimpered as chills ran down his spine.

   "I-I am a virgin. You already took away my humanity, and I won't let you take away that," Stiles said.

   "You still think I'm the bad guy," Derek scoffed. He rolled his eyes and walked to the side, leaning against the corner. "I'm your Alpha, Stiles... I can show you so much more than you can imagine, more than any Wikipedia article could," Derek glared. "You're an Omega... you crave touch and sex. If you don't get it from me, you'll fall into mania again. You might even hurt yourself beyond repair, even by shifter standards.

   "You honestly don't expect me to accept you with open arms," Stiles glared as he put his sweater back on. He hated exposing his skin in front of anyone. "You took something from me... would you expect Scott to run to Peter if he were still alive?" Stiles huffed crossing his arms. “I am offended you think I would use Wikipedia as a credible source… I get all my shit from the dark web”

   "So now you're comparing me to my tyrannical, psychopathic uncle," Derek scoffed. Deep down, he understood the nuance but was too angry to see it now. "Open the damn barrier... don't close it. You might need me."

   "Fine..." Stiles snapped, getting up and storming toward the door.

   "Fine...." Derek mocked.

   "Fine!' Stiles snapped and slammed the door.

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December 13th, 2011, Tuesday
2:02 AM

   Noah fluttered his eyes open from his dream... he felt incredible. He didn't know what was happening. His arousal felt fantastic. He hadn't experienced a wet dream in years. Was he pleasuring himself in his sleep?

   Noah looked down and froze. An obvious outline was visible in the sheets... someone was between his legs. He was horrified by what was happening. He turned on the bedside lamp and lifted the sheets.

   "Stiles... what the hell are you doing, kid?" Noah felt like he was living a nightmare. That must be what's happening.
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Eric Reyes: 18, Vinnie Hacker, Beta Wolf, 6 ft 4
Vernon Boyd: 19, Sinqua Walls, Beta Bear, 6 ft 11
Perez Weiss: 18, Leo Howard, Beta Jackal, 6 ft 1
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December 13th, 2011, Tuesday
1:45 AM

Stilinski House, Beacon Hills, Maine

   Stiles thought he had finally drifted off, but when he glanced at the clock, he realized he had only been asleep for ten minutes. He felt incredibly hot, even though he had lowered the thermostat while it was 15 degrees outside.

   He lay in a puddle of sweat, feeling utterly exhausted. He had defied Derek's orders and closed the barrier, a decision he would soon regret. Desperate, he was willing to get up and plead with Derek for help.

   He used to think that the way he felt when fully human and in heat was bad, but the pain was so much worse. Every erogenous zone on Stiles felt like it was in knots, causing him a level 9 pain, and Stiles was quite sensitive to discomfort.

   Stiles whimpered and glanced at his phone on the nightstand, contemplating asking Scott to come over. He would prefer Scott's help over Derek's. Stiles was feeling a bit disoriented because he had momentarily lost his mind.

   Stiles got out of bed, and his body took over. his omega was in control. He had fully absorbed his bite, and although he didn't realize it yet, he had just shifted for the first time... this didn't help, as he had fallen into acute heat mania.

   Stiles’ body carried him across the hall to his father's room. Noah was soft-hearted and often busy with work, which allowed Stiles to do whatever he wanted. He was bundled up in eight blankets despite the frigid temperatures in the house. Additionally, he was a heavy sleeper, so when the mattress sagged under his son's weight, it didn't wake him.

   Stiles was drooling, his omega was craving cock, and it didn’t matter that it was Noah... it just mattered. It was coming from a warm body.

   Derek was across town, still angry about what had happened at Stiles' house. He was clearing out the abandoned subway station to turn it into a base for his Betas when he sensed Stiles' emotions.

   "Nope... he can handle himself," Derek muttered to himself.

   He continued dragging a subway car he had found a couple of miles down the tracks to connect it to the other one. The blizzard was approaching quickly, and he needed to secure the area for his safety and his Betas.

   Derek stopped as he sensed Stiles’ relief. Instantly, he began to snarl. the only thing that could satisfy him was another person. Derek knew he shouldn't have left Stiles alone. He had been perched on the roof outside Stiles’ window for a few days, ensuring that he was safe… he wasn't stalking him or anything. The Alpha sprinted toward the Stilinski house, fighting to keep his anger under control.

   Noah awoke from his dream. He felt incredible. He didn't understand what was happening. Was his cock feeling that good? He hadn't had a wet dream in years. Was he jerking off in his sleep?

   Noah looked down and froze. There was a clear outline in the sheets... someone was lying between his legs. He was horrified by what was happening. He switched on the bedside lamp and lifted the sheets.

   "Stiles... what on earth are you doing, kid?" Noah felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare. That must be what's happening... right? Well, wrong. It felt too real to be a dream. "What the heck?" Noah raised an eyebrow as he noticed his son's ears... not his human ears, but his shifter ears.

   Stiles’ face was red as he looked up at his father with his large whiskey eyes. He had Noah's fat eight-inch cock. He was licking up the underside of the cock before effortlessly deepthroating it.

   Long bunny ears sprouted parallel to the temples and slightly further back. They were floppy, hanging down the sides of his face as he descended on his father. Noah was momentarily stunned by this, frozen for multiple reasons.

   Stiles panted and fluttered his eyes as he made eye contact with Noah, sucking on him like it was his job... like he had experience and wasn't a virgin.

   "Stiles," Noah croaked, but it didn't get through.

   "Stiles!" Derek snapped, his panic rising as he realized what was happening. He thought Scott had come over and was with Stiles. "Shit, shit, shit," Derek muttered, running a hand through his hair. He leaped onto the roof and opened the window, but the barrier stopped him from getting inside.

   "Stiles." Noah sat up, gently pushing at Stiles’ forehead. He knew his son and didn't need to see him shift to understand this wasn't his true self. An unfamiliar expression was clear in Stiles’ eyes. "Stiles," Noah shook him as he continued. He bit his lip and scrunched his face, sensing Stiles was playing with his balls.

   "Stiles!" Derek growled, asserting his Alpha authority. He wasn't sure if it would work, but it did.

   Stiles blinked awake, furrowing his brow in confusion, realizing he wasn't in bed. He felt something hard and throbbing in his mouth, but it wasn't until his father spoke that he understood what it was.

   "S-Shit, Stiles," Noah grumbled as Stiles pulled away, panting and moaning. Stiles’ eyes widened in terror as he comprehended what had just happened. "Baby Boy," Noah whined, feeling Stiles crushed his balls when he regained consciousness.

   Almost a second after that, Stiles flinched as his father started to cum. Being creampied in the face by his father as his first sexual experience with someone else wasn't on his bingo card for this month.

   "Ack!" Stiles screamed as his father looked down at him, panting, with just as much fear and confusion as him.

   "Stiles, wait!" Noah said

   He got up, trying to grab Stiles as he jumped out of bed, but was too quick. He chased after him without bothering to cover up since reaching Stiles first was more important. When they arrived at Stiles’ room, he flinched and saw Derek Hale outside his window. Stiles lunged toward the window and Derek's arms, but an invisible barrier pushed him back.

   "What the hell is going on!" Noah snapped, worried to see a 30-year-old former fugitive outside his son's window as Stiles was thrown back by the barrier and landed a few feet away.

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December 13th, 2011, Tuesday
10:12 AM

Study Hall in Beacon Hills High, Beacon Hills, Maine

   Stiles glared at Scott while the Wolf struggled to suppress his laughter. He looked like he might die of embarrassment at any moment and felt as if he could strangle his best friend. "Scott, this isn't funny," Stiles said desperately, feeling humiliated.

   "S- Sorry, buddy," Scott said, covering his face. "I-It just really is funny."

   "What's funny about the first guy I ever hooked up with being the one who made me?" Stiles snarled, nearly causing Scott to spit his drink.

   "Sorry, buddy," Scott burst into belly laughs. "It's just so funny, especially now that we know what you are. Remember when you said you thought you would be a bear?"

   "Scott Manuel McCall, this isn't funny. What if it were you, and you woke up balls deep in your mother?" Stiles snapped. Scott immediately gagged and looked at Stiles as though he was out of line. Exactly, that's how I feel.

   "I mean, come on... Your father is good-looking, and he probably hasn't gotten off since your mom," Scott said, causing Stiles to glare at him. "Oh god, you're giving me the death glare... I'm sorry, okay? ... You're the only one upset about it," Scott explained. Derek said your father understood once he was told everything.

   "I want to kill myself," Stiles groaned, slamming his head on the table.

   "Buddy, be careful," Scott quickly scolded him. They both looked up when they heard the squeaking sound of a chair being pulled out. "Oh, hey, Isaac, what's wrong?" Scott asked with a concerned expression.

   "Oh God, did you hear everything?"

   "I don't care," Isaac said, looking like he was about to be sick. Scott didn't know he had been bitten but could smell it now. "I-I..." Isaac glanced around before hunching his head down, and the boys leaned in. "I think I did something bad."

   "What do you mean?" Scott asked.

   "My dad is missing, and I woke up in the woods. I think I shifted. I don't have any memories." Isaac looked like a lost puppy.

   "Oh, um... Derek, you should talk to Derek. As your Alpha, he's connected to you. He could probably tell if you hurt someone," Scott said, unsure what to say.

   "If you did anything, your father deserved it," Stiles snapped, causing them to look at the omega. "He probably set you off, and you were acting in defense... self-defense. He's better off dead."

   "Stiles..." Scott murmured since he didn't share that same sentiment. He wasn't sure what was going on. Isaac blushed, uncertain if it was obvious how his father treated him or if Derek had told him.

   "Don't worry, okay? My dad is the sheriff. Even if anything comes back to you, you'll be safe. He knows about us now."

   "Uh, yeah... I overheard," Isaac said, and Stiles turned to read. "Damn, your hardcore," Isaac remarked, as he hadn't expected that to come from them.

   "I'll say," Eric Reyes said, sitting beside them. Stiles and Scott flinched when he sat down. He raised an eyebrow at them as if they were slow and showed the bite on his neck. "Didn't Derek tell you who he bit?"

   "Not really... we aren't that close," Stiles muttered, wanting to bash his head in as he realized that shifters could hear his confession to Scott.

   "He told me," Isaac said, wiping his face as a couple of tears fell. He was so scared. "Vernon Boyd and Perry Weiss."

   "Fuck... Boyd is going to be a tank," Scott scoffed, then looked at Stiles, remembering he had said it was like Derek was getting ready for a war. "Did... he tell you why he gave you the bite?"

   "I wanted better health. I was epileptic and had a bone disease," Eric shrugged. "I'm all healed up now. My doctor says it's a miracle."

   "For me, he said he would teach me to defend myself and stand up to my old man," Isaac looked down. "Maybe... I shouldn't have done that," Isaac sighed. Stiles reached across the table and placed his hand over Isaac's. Eric and Scott raised their eyebrows at this, but it seemed to calm Isaac down.

   "For me, he said he could give me friends," Boyd said, and everyone turned to him. They hadn't noticed he was there. "Not to turn me into a tank." Boyd glared at Scott. No matter how big he was, Boyd blended in. No one spoke to him or even acknowledged him.

   "Sorry," Scott said, blushing.

   "For me." Perry plopped beside Stiles and threw an arm around him. He had shoulder-length hair and was wearing a backward cap. "I wanted a bigger cock and to chase some bunny tail,"

   "Gross." Stiles grimaced at Perez and Eric as they high-fived. "Get the hell off me, asshole," Stiles shrugged off the guy's arm. He looked at Scott for backup, but Scott stared at them without thought.

   "So, where is everyone going for the storm?" Boyd asked, and almost as if it were planned, a bright flash of lightning struck. The storm wasn't supposed to arrive until Friday, but that didn't mean there wouldn't be scattered storms... and it turned out the storm would hit sooner than Friday.
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