Peter loves receiving nudes, he’s never too busy to look at a message from you, and seeing a photo of you like that is enough to make him end his work day early quite often. He has very little self-restraint when it comes to denying himself something that he wants. He particularly likes them if you’re wearing something of his. He saves them all in a secure folder on his computer, just because he likes to have them, and if for some reason you’re ever separated for a prolonged period, he likes to use them for himself.
He’s more than happy to send them as well, almost always when you’re busy so you either open them and get stuck thinking about it while unable to go see him, or you’re stuck wondering whether what he’s sent you is a nude or a photograph of a meal he’s made until you get a spare second. He likes to be difficult, and he likes that results that gets him when you get home.
Chris
Sending and receiving nudes makes Chris feel young again. Sometimes when you send them, he has a moment where he just sighs and thinks he’s too old for all this, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love them. Especially if you’re wearing his favourite colour, or handling a weapon, that drives him insane.
He doesn’t tend to send them back, but sometimes he does send you photos that are just that little bit risque. Fresh out of the shower, still dripping water, a photo of his food but his hand and forearm are in the shot just a little and you can see the veins.
Noah
When you send nudes, Noah just about implodes, particularly the first time. Though, the overwhelm and excitement doesn’t continuously lessen over time, it stopped decreasing after maybe the third time. He’s not surprised anymore, but he loves them just as much. He’s incredibly careful about opening his phone at work now.
Noah doesn’t send nudes, he’s too old and too busy and feels just a little too awkward about it. He doesn’t even try, he’d much rather just invite you over and have you there in person. Then he can have his way with you.
Derek
Derek is very reserved when you send him nudes, he’s able to completely school his face to something neutral, and at least half of the time can totally control his chemosignals, meaning nobody gets a clue as to what he just received. If he’s alone though, he has no issue pushing his hand down the front of his pants to do something about it.
It’s a very rare occasion that Derek sends nudes to you, and when he does he takes care to avoid the typical pitfalls that come with nudes from men - no straight down shots that feature his feet. He knows better than that. But, he can be a little nervous about sharing images of himself like that so it takes him being with his partner for quite some time before he’s comfortable sending them.
Deucalion
He’s incredibly smug about receiving nudes. He’s an older gentleman, but he’s still got it, and getting them from you is proof of that fact. He always has to add a little comment, a flirtatious line, and a promise that he’s going to deal with you when he gets home.
Deucalion doesn’t send them himself, he would struggle as a result of his blindness, but he also would rather take the time to surprise you in person and do something for you than just send a nude. Though, he wouldn’t object to photos taken in person.
Jordan
When getting nudes, he gets quietly flustered. He won’t give a big reaction, just a light flush or a small smile. He doesn’t tend to save them, but if he gets one that’s particularly artistic he’ll keep it for himself, just to look at you - more as art than a sexual act.
He’s quite willing to send them himself, and he takes care to make sure they’re taken well. He’ll prop up his phone and set a timer to make sure he gets a good shot. He’s not too shy to kneel and spread his knees, showing himself off as best as he can. He has nothing to hide after all.
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Pairing: Deucalion Blackwood x Reader
Prompt: Playground
Synopsis: Late at night, playing hide and seek with Deucalion, testing his skills without having to see.
Tags/Warnings: Deucalion/GN!Reader, fluff, already dating, sfw, age gap (Deucalion is 40ish, Reader is in their 20s)
Word Count: 912
Notes: This fic was inspired by a ship I really love, Deucalion x @mermaniaa 's oc. I wanted to write this for you, Merm, a little playful fic, about Mara and Deuc. Fic is completely gender neutral, with no body descriptions! Enjoy.
Find Logan's Day 3 here - Miscommunication, my Beloathed, Peter Hale/Reader/Chris Argent
“You are not gonna find me!” Giggles spilled out, slipping through the playground found on a late-night walk with Deucalion. He was leaning against a tree, offering you time to hide—or run as far as you could— even if half of the time that didn’t change the fact that he could find you in a heartbeat.
“I like the challenge, dear, “ he replied, loud enough for you to hear, a hint of his smug, teaseful tone showing in his words. He was confident about his skills—eyesight or not—he had promised once that he would always find you. Or he would die trying. A dramatic thought for such a playful night, but Deucalion stayed vigilant. Danger was around the corner everywhere they went.
It was dark enough that you had to focus on your surroundings more than usual. The lack of light around you forced you to tread carefully, avoiding unseen branches or benches.
To outsiders, two adults playing hide and seek might seem odd, but you never cared about others’ opinions. What mattered most to you was that Deucalion had always encouraged you and played along with anything you wanted, even if it was the last thing he could’ve seen himself doing.
Behind the playfulness that you shared with him was something else, something that he understood without needing to hear about. He knew that growing up, you never had chances like this to enjoy the day, to play, to do things without overthinking them. You had been locked away, forced to face reality far too young. If playing hide and seek, or any other games you could think of, could bring back some sort of happiness for you, he would do it.
The Big Bad Demon Wolf, the one who was feared by most, but never by you. He had never expected to meet someone like you— someone who shifted his plans and made him want something other than power. He had never expected to fall in love with you. Yet, he had.
His eyes were closed ,and the cane he used to seem normal around people was left at home. When it was dark you knew that no one would see you, and if they did, he could always grab your arm and pretend as if you were guiding him and not the other way around.
Not having his eyesight was something that had made him stronger. Something that had made him even more aware of his surroundings. You joked sometimes and told him that he must have eyes on his forehead or something, because even without his red—glowing alpha eyes, he never stumbled.
It was one of the things you found fascinating about him. That, and everything else he had done and become for you.
You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t someone who could kill others without hesitation anymore, but you could see behind his actions and reasoning now. And you were safe with him. You were so sure about that.
“Ready, my love?” he asked, voice teasing. You bit back a giggle, staying silent behind your tree, heart racing with anticipation. It was one of his tricks that you had once fallen for. He could recognize where your voice had come from and found you so fast, but not this time, you stayed quiet and hidden behind the tree you had chosen, trying to control your rapid heartbeat.
Even in the safetiness of your relationship your heart jumped at the feeling of being chased. It wasn’t a bad thing now. Not with Deucalion. It was thrilling.
He walked slowly around the playground, listening to the sound of his own footsteps to make sure he was stepping on steady ground, using the tip of his shoe to find any surface that could be in his way. Then he heard it—the familiar sound of your heart, a rhythm he’d nearly memorized.
Deucalion moved slowly, his footsteps soft on steady ground, senses sharp. ‘We should have discussed my prize for winning,’ he teased, voice carrying a playful edge. “Although, considering I win every time, I think we should establish a prize that applies to any game.”
He’s too cocky, you thought, though his confidence was justified—he always won.
“Maybe a kiss?” He kept going, his footsteps closer to you now, which made you try to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. “No, I would kiss you either way, you know I can’t resist you, angel.” Now, that was what made you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth to stop the sound from being too loud, but it hadn’t mattered. A second later, Deucalion was standing right next to you, leaning against the tree that had been your hiding spot.
“That’s my prize. Hearing your laugh. Most beautiful sound.”
Your face felt warm at the compliment, and you reached for his hand before moving closer to kiss his cheek. “That’s not fair, you made me laugh on purpose, that can’t count as a win,” you said with a pout, even if you were not mad about it. “Oh, it can’t? Then maybe we have to try again,” He smirked and with a hand he guided your face closer to kiss your lips for a sweet kiss, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And this time you’ll choose my prize.”
“What if it’s ice cream and a hug?” you asked, eyes sparkling.
“Then I’d say it is the perfect prize. Having you with me is,” he murmured, his embrace already promising it.
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Summary: Years after your mother took your memories of your former lover Deucalion he returns but you don’t know who he is.
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You had no idea why everyone was looking at you so strangely. Peter, Derek, even Argent was looking at you as if he was walking on thin ice. But you couldn’t figure out why, it’s not like you were angry. In all honesty you were probably the most calm out of everyone in the room. So why was everyone looking at you like you were growing a third head? It was starting to get on your nerves.
“Okay what is the issue? Derek I know mom taught you that staring is rude, Peter you’re beyond help so you don’t surprise me and Argent, why are you looking at me like I’m about to break?” You snapped at all of them. Poor Scott just stood in the corner looking just as confused as you.
“We’re not exactly sure how to tell you this.” Derek spoke slowly, like he was sailing on rocky seas.
“Can you just spit it out? Your staring is annoying and unsettling.” You rolled your eyes at your brother's hesitation. It was like when you were younger and he did something you knew would get in trouble.
“The leader of the Alpha pack, his name is Deucalion. Does that not ring any bells for you?” Peter chimed in.
‘Should it? It’s a weird name from Greek mythology, so what?” You shrugged.
“Guys we don’t have a lot of time. What exactly is the problem?” Scott finally asked.
“Y/N knows Deucalion. Well she did. They were..Close.” Derek treaded lightly.
“I have never heard that name before, I obviously don’t know him. I couldn’t even give you an idea of what he looks like. You have to be thinking of someone else.” You shook your head at his accusation.
“He’s right. You knew Deucalion very well once upon a time.” Peter replied.
“She’s saying she doesn’t know him and she looks pretty convinced she doesn’t know him.” Scott chimed back in.
“She knew him, she just doesn’t remember him.“ Derek corrected.
“What are you talking about? I know I don’t have the best memory but if we were as close as you both claim then I think I’d remember him.” You argued.
Peter and Derek just looked at each other like they were unsure of what to do or say next.
“Guys if you know what’s going on can you just inform the rest of us since it's obvious we don’t know what's going on.” Scott sighed, getting just as annoyed as you were.
“Y/N and Deucalion were together. They were engaged and about to be married when Deucalion went blind.” Peter finally broke the silence.
“What are you talking about? I just told you I have never met this man.” You interrupted.
“You just don’t remember.” Derek defended Peter.
“How do I not remember an entire relationship and almost marriage? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” You scoffed.
“When Deucalion lost his sight that's when he became what he is now. A demon, a cruel, manipulative monster. You said that you couldn’t recognize him anymore and you broke things off. You were so heartbroken, you didn’t move from your bed for weeks, you wouldn’t eat, you cried all the time. We didn’t know what to do and believe me we tried everything but you were so in love with him… Mom took your memories, like she did to Peter. It was the only thing she could think to do to stop your pain. It was like you couldn’t function without him.” Derek explained and the whole time all you could do was stand there. Then you remembered Argent looked at you the same way Derek and Peter were looking at you.
“You knew?”
“When you didn't recognize his name, when you didn’t react I asked Derek and he told me what happened. The day Deucalion lost his sight.. I remember how you reacted, I’ve never seen you so angry and it was because he got hurt. You truly loved him more than I have ever seen someone love another person.”
“So what, I obviously don’t remember so why is everyone tip-toeing around me?” You spat out, clearly frustrated and overwhelmed by the information.
“Because you know him better than anyone and we need you to remember. We need you to tell us what his weakness is.” Peter explained.
“That’s nice but how’s that possible?”
“We have moms claws, Scott can use them to make you remember. He’ll look through your mind like any alpha and it’ll make you remember.” Derek told you.
“Yes, and what’s to stop me from ending up in the same state I was in before?”
“...Nothing.”
“Great. Do we really have no other options?”
“None we can think of.” Argent piped up.
“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and sat down at the table. They all seemed to be looking at each other. “Do it now before I change my mind!”
“Okay, okay.” Scott tried to ease the situation. “Take a deep breath for me.” You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. You closed your eyes and Scott took that as a que to continue.
You felt his claws pierce the back of your neck. Memories flooded your senses. You could see it all clear as day. From the moment you met Deucalion to the moment you ended things. Images of Deucalion hugging you from behind and laying kisses on your shoulder, swaying you back and forth as you talked about wedding plans. The forehead kisses, good mornings and goodnights. The way he used to flash his red eyes at any man who would look at you. The times when you had a bad day and he would cook you dinner and draw a bath for you. Even the stupid petty fights you would get into over him being jealous over men you didn’t even know were looking at you. It all came flooding back at once, the memories and the emotions.
“ENOUGH!” You yelled, the sudden noise pulling Scott from inside your mind. Scott stumbled backwards taking a deep breath.
“What did you see?” Peter asked Scott.
“Just memories of them together.” Scott exhaled, catching his breath.
“We don't need memories, we need weaknesses.” Peter groaned in frustration.
“I don’t know what to tell you, I didn’t see any. Y/N, do you remember any of his weaknesses?” Scott threw his hands up when addressing Peter. Derek, Peter and Scott were busy talking to each other and didn’t notice the state you were in. Staring at the wall in front of you, tears streaming down your face.
“Y/N.” Derek snapped back into the protective brother he was when he saw you. He knelt in front of you.
“Th-this was a bad idea.” You stuttered out.
“I didn’t want to do this to you but we couldn’t think of anything else. If you know something that could help us. Please.” Derek almost pleaded with you.
“I have nothing that is going to help you.” You shook your head and wiped your eyes.
“Everyone has a weakness, you must know his. You two shared everything.” Peter scoffed.
“I know it, but it won’t matter. I’m his weakness, just like he was mine. Now that we don’t have each other I don’t know what you could possibly do to stop him.” You stood fast, the chair toppled over behind you. Turning on your heels your gaze was now stuck on Argent. “You did this, you were there. That’s why you’re always so cautious around me, you thought I’d remember and now after they brought those memories back you’re still standing here like a fool! You and your father did this, your father is the reason for everything he became! Deucalion wanted peace between us and the Argents. He didn’t want to keep fighting! We wanted to settle down, get married, start a family, and you turned him into a monster!” You lunged at Argent and it took Scott, Peter and Derek to hold you back.
“Y/N stop!” Derek yelled.
“You did this! You made me remember! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”
“What are you talking about?” Peter asked, his voice strained from holding you back. You pushed yourself away from them.
“I will protect you all as best as I can but you need to understand that if it comes down to you or him… I will always choose him.” You turned back to Argent. “I should go to that ridiculous little nursing home that you keep your father in and put his head on a pike!” You yelled. It was the first time your wolf voice had come out in a very long time.
“Y/N, calm down! I understand your upset but things are different now.” Scott stood between you and Argent.
“Yes of course it is because Allison is in love with you so now super dad changed everything he believed to accommodate his daughter. Too bad you couldn’t do that before when all we wanted was a truce… You took everything from me.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t change the past. All I can do is promise that nothing like that will ever happen in the future.” Argent assured you.
“I want to make this clear. If I think for even a moment that Deuc’s life is in danger I will intervene and I can’t promise that I won’t harm anyone in the process.” You said once again. Turning towards the door you started to walk away.
“Where are you going?” Derek called out.
“I know how to get in touch with him when no one else can. And our first meeting after all this time will be private so if anyone follows me I will cut out your tongue.”
“I forgot how aggressive she could be.” Peter smirked as he watched you walk away.
Running to the middle of the woods you stopped at where your’s and Derek's old house was. With all your strength you let out a roar that was so high pitched it could only be heard by your mate. Then you waited. It felt like forever, you didn’t know what to expect after all this time. You were overwhelmed to say the least. A branch snapped to your left and you didn’t bother to look up.
“I can smell the anxiety practically dripping off you my love.” The knelt in front of you where you were sitting on the front step of your old house.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Your brain was working a mile a minute as the reality of the situation was setting in. You couldn’t be on both sides.
“Based on your call, my guess is your brother decided to restore your memories.”
“Did you ever come back for me?” You sniffled. Sighing he set his cane to the side and took your hands in his.
“I came every day for almost a month, but you said you couldn’t recognize me anymore. You asked my permission before your mother took your memories. I said yes because I knew you weren’t going to change your mind and remembering what we had was only going to bring you pain. I could never knowingly be the cause of your pain. So I said yes and I was there when she took them. So I could say goodbye.”
“Please, I know things can’t go back to the way they were but we can meet in the middle, something. I’ll do whatever you want, just please.”
“Stop, stop it! You’re begging, you don’t beg, not you, not my girl. I would never take advantage of your state like that. It makes me sick that you think you would ever have to beg me. Do you truly think so little of me now?” He growled.
“I don’t know what to think. I don’t remember the really bad parts, I remember the stupid fights we’d get into as a couple about where to go eat or if we should get a dog. I don’t remember you turning into the demon wolf everyone says. All I know is you’re after my friends and people are dying and I don’t want anyone else I care about to die, which includes you. Please, leave Scott alone, he’s just a boy, this is his home, he’s not going to want to run around like you and the others. He's not a killer.” The tears streamed down your face.
“He’s not even an alpha yet Y/N. But once he gets there he’ll be one of the greatest. I’m not here to force him into my pack, I’m here to eliminate a threat and turn Scott into the Alpha he needs to be.”
“You know who’s killing all these people.”
“I do. But I’m not going to tell you, not now. For now let’s talk about what we’re going to do now that you have your memories back.” He moved his hands to your face and wiped your tears. “It’s a good thing your beauty is etched into my mind or else I may have poked you in the eye.”
“It’s nice to see you didn’t lose your humor with your sight.” You giggled.
“What do you want Y/N? What do you want to do about us?”
“I love you, I will always love you. I know I’ll never be able to move on from you. I want the life we had planned together but… I don’t know if you’d be willing to do what needs done for that to happen.”
“Tell me what you need from me, love.”
“I need you back. I need the Deuc I fell in love with. The man who wanted peace, the man who wanted our family to grow up in harmony with everyone around them. If you want to keep this pack that's fine, but you don’t need to kill others or have others kill to be added to it. I know you can’t give up everything, but I need you to give up the killing. You are powerful, I can feel the strength radiating off you.” You started to cry again because all you wanted was to be with him.
“I can do that. I can stop the unnecessary killing. I don’t know how this is going to end. Two of my alphas are already dead. All I have left are the twins who don’t have an ounce of loyalty between the two of them. If you want me to walk away when this is all over I can. If it means having you back in my life and starting where we left off…. I’ll do it. Just tell me that you want to spend the rest of your life with me.” He caressed the side of your face.
“All I want is to be with you. I love you, I’d marry you tomorrow if it meant going back to living a semi domestic life. As close to one werewolves can lead.”
“We can have that, I’m ready to have that.” He grabbed his cane from the ground and opened the top of it and inside was a ring… Your engagement ring. “I’ve kept this since the day you gave it back to me because I knew you’re the only one I could ever be with. If you let me put this back on your finger it will represent my promise to settle down once this is over.” He held the ring up and lifted one knee off the ground where he was kneeling in front of you so he was down on one knee instead of two. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes I’ll marry you.” You helped him place the ring on your finger.
“Tell me you’re smiling because I can’t see it.”
“I’m smiling.” You reached your hands up and took his glasses off. He held his eyes closed. “Don’t hide from me.” Opening his eyes they were red but the iris were just as blue as you remembered. “Beautiful.”
summary: you don't understand your husbands' obsession with your fangs, and you most certainly don't question it.
warnings: some s~mut (kinky husbands, so minors DNI!) + soft & sweet!
a/n: more of our fav canine duo and their vamp wife! had this lil' idea for MONTHS so I had to let it out eventually hhhh don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
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» smut includes; kinky soft dom husbands, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart', 'angel'), mentions of making a facial mess, mild edging & punishment??
'A sight that they will forever treasure.' ;
Their obsession with your fangs goes beyond your expectation but for different reasons. Peter likes the surprised look on your face whenever he sticks his finger in your mouth as you yawn the way an owner would to their cat. Whether you’re in a jolly mood or going through your worst day so far, you can’t help but share the amusement he has for his habit. Deuc, on the other hand, is no stranger to doing the same but often, in a more, intimate setting. If you happened to be riding his cock? Oh, it riles him up like no other. He’ll be straight-up kinky; shoving a finger or two in your mouth to lightly run them across your little canines. He’d be smug, especially if you’re staring back into his eyes as yours glow unnaturally, wishing you could wipe the smirk off his face.
That’s not to say they’re not in the mood to switch; Deuc loves seeing your pupils contract into slits as he teases you about your cat-like behaviour the same way Peter enjoys feeling your fangs when you go to town between the sheets, but you can tell they have their own preference over the other.
But there is one in particular that despite never admitting it, not especially amongst each other (at least, not outwardly) is ingrained in their heads, a sight that they will forever treasure.
They have a love-hate relationship with the way you bite down on the pillow/sheets, almost shying away from one's heated gaze and obscene praises while the other growls in your ear as they pound into you from behind.
"Such a pretty, pretty girl."
"Aw, was that a little shiver I felt? You love it when I growl in your ear, don't you?"
"Don't close your eyes, sweetheart. I want those pretty eyes in me when I cum all over your face."
"You better not cum just yet, angel. You remember what happened the last time when you came without our permission, don't you?"
On one hand, they get off on the fact that the usually level-headed and sometimes bashful mother of the pack is losing herself in the sheer pleasure that only they can offer, but on the other hand, they wish to hear you scream at their mercy. Either way, they just loved how submissive you looked.
Absolute menaces.
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Deucalion x werewolf!male!reader | nsfw, smut, the beginnings are a bit more horror-themed (body horror for r! turning into a werewolf) | sub. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 6k | not proofread
warnings: r! gets a panic attack, short description of vomiting, piquerism, handjobs, impact play, s*xual rewards, s*xual punishments, degradation, overstimulation, edging
req: Just hear me out on Deucalion the man's a whole dilf like cmon okay okay like y/n (amab pls) is a new werewolf like he just recently got bitten, and he was a complete dumbass, like he was freaked out the whole time n Deucalion ended up finding him in some random cave covered in blood (not his own though) he decided to help him out with learning how to control things and stuff being all strict and stuff, Deucalion would give him like rewards when he does things right, like maybe a good hand job or something n when he would mess up he would like punish him like omg what if he hits him with his cane or sum or the little blade he has on the end of it oh and like a bit of degrading maybe or overstim or edging.
part 2
A freshly turned wolf was a beast not many could take down. Many hunters, from mighty families such as the Argents, had lost a barrage of their kin to these wild beasts.
Fuelled with the Moon’s anguish and shame; these ' puppies ' cut down any who dares assault their senses with their scent or heartbeat.
That being said, Deucalion wasn't surprised when news of a group of hunters decimated by a newly turned wolf reached his ears. The hunters weren't even a worthy threat to him, he had half a mind to let Ennis deal with it with as much glee as he wished. He was, however, intrigued at the prowess and potential this rogue wolf showed.
Kali's claws ticked against the cracked linoleum and dirt floor whilst Ennis' nose took a lungful of the scent of fear and desperation.
"He was alone, completely alone," Ennis sounded impressed.
"These hunters were young, cocky," Kali retorts with no natural edge in her voice.
"It isn't much to marvel at". Deucalion huffs through his nose and taps his cane. He emerges from the shadows of the abandoned warehouse.
"Kali, don't be so critical, it's not every day you turn into a werewolf". He tilts his head as the metallic tang of blood further invades his nostrils.
Deucalion could taste the viscous liquid in his mouth.
"He took out 14 trained hunters. Young or not, it's not often a puppy so vicious is placed on our laps. There is potential," Deucalion's nose points to the still-hot-edged hole in the corrugated tin wall. Blood stained the razor edges with pieces of what used to be a sweater danced listlessly in the night breeze.
"Let's give the poor boy our thanks," Deucalion says.
Ennis grins with his bottom canine and pokes his upper lip. Kali makes her way out from the clawed-out hole-in-the-wall and towards the forest it frames. A growl rumbles in Ennis' throat but as quick as it came it was gone and he bounds towards the woods as well.
Deucalion wraps his hands around the top of his cane, shoulders adjusting themselves as he feels the bones in his face shift to make way for a more monstrous visage. That was of less importance, the way his neck thickens with muscles was what he had aimed for.
The beast of an alpha unhinges his jaw and throws his head back to release a bloodcurdling song and his generals turn it into a symphony of horror.
The wood creatures scurry. Those without wings find themselves burrowing into the ground or hiding in the hollows of trees. One, however, stayed frozen in his stone fortress.
With your arms wrapped tightly around your legs and your head between your knees, you stayed rigid despite the howling that reaches your pointed ears. Your mouth was agape and drool was dripping down but your fangs were uncomfortably piercing your upper lips every time you attempted to close them.
It was a pathetic sight but no one was here to see your shame except for that dead coyote that lay inches away from your feet and — Oh, god, you were going to throw up.
The sound continues to echo and you clasp your hands over your ears. Your claws dig into your scalp as you squeeze your eyes tightly. Somewhere inside of you, something thrashes violently at the rope you call self-restraint.
It’s compelled to follow the call. It knows there’s safety in numbers but it's so primal you feel as though it’s something akin to a caveman more than anything poetic.
A moronic impulse just to survive. To find more like you but that was just the blood lust talking to you, of that you were certain.
You were a danger to people. You could never rejoin society.
You were a monster.
‘They deserved it,’ something growls into your ear. You swear you can feel its breath and the stench of gore and blood that burns your cheek. The claws dig deeper into your head as your heartbeat quickens.
‘They wanted to hurt us, kill us, we returned the favour’.
You think you're ultimately losing it at this point. Perhaps in some feeble attempt to grasp this batshit insane scenario of you gaining some supernatural ability to kill 14 people — and a coyote — your brain has fragmented to cope.
Beads of red soak your hair and traverse the slopes and planes of your head to your neck. It further soaks your ripped sweater, and the weight of it makes your skin crawl. The tip of your curved claws floats just inches from your skull.
Then, bile rises to your throat and your body swings forward in a tumultuous motion. Knees banging onto the floor and palms ripping open on the jagged earth; your mouth burns as lunch reintroduces itself.
Your chin was already soaked from saliva and hastily wiped away gore so, at this point, the coyote was looking better than you and it was mauled to death.
The howling reaches your ears again. Your head hangs, eyes burning viciously as the beast within you digs its teeth into your shoulder.
Its mouth fills with blood as it laughs. It's a sickening sound that muffles your hearing. It was far too proud to admit it's drowning in your blood as it cackled.
A reflection of you, yes?
That's Kali's initial thoughts when she finds you. Too lost in your own world to even notice her shadow as it casts over you. This was the "beast" that ripped apart those hunters? On his hands and knees with his own vomit inches away.
She wasn't convinced.
Then, a shadow consumes hers. She turns her shoulders away and her ruby eyes veil themselves as Deucalion passes her. Ennis is further away from the mouth of the cave, senses sharpening to ensure that they are uninterrupted. Deucalion's shoes come into your peripheral. Your eyes zero in on the scratches on the leather, the creases where he'd bend them. They smell worn but not old enough to indicate he was someone who took care of his things so meticulously.
He wasn't careless or crass though he was no gentleman either.
The tip of his cane is capped with red. The plastic itches your skin as it trails up the bulging veins of your neck. The sting of metal causes your nose to twitch but the man before you, his presence is so heavy your thighs give out.
A sense of mirth fills him as you settle on your calves, head so obediently balancing on his cane as if entranced by the sight of him. The truth is, it's his scent that makes your heart calm. His and the other two Alphas but mostly his. That hindbrain personality of yours wants nothing more than to show off your stomach.
It knows the safety these alphas can provide and the dangers if they choose to reject you.
"Rough night?" He jests with no expectations of laughter. Deucalion's cane meets the ground and your head lolls forward.
"I must say, you don’t look like someone who's capable of such carnage. A lot to, stomach in?”
Your brows furrow and you lick your lips for a moment to open your mouth but freeze as you realise your teeth are no longer so sharp it cuts your tongue or gums. Running your tongue over your teeth, however, elicits a more visceral disgust as you find bits of fur and blood so no answer comes from you.
The Alpha — how you know his title is a mystery to yourself — tilts his head in the direction of the coyote.
“Such brutality. Surely, it didn’t mean to offend you,” Kali fails to suppress the tugs of a smile. She’s quite an intimidating figure as she stands at the mouth of the cave with her red eyes and dark hair.
“. . .It. . .” Deucalion faces you, silent.
A gulp, a breath, then an answer from your dyed lips:
“It growled. . .at me”.
There’s a beat of silence, the forest does not extend its courtesy to fill it with ambience. Deucalion breathes sharply through his nose, a huff of laughter that makes Kali’s unimpressed gaze turn indignant.
“It challenged you and you rose to the occasion.”
You would argue it was just scared of a monster trying to crawl into its cave but this man flashes his teeth in a smile and the words die in your throat.
“Deucalion,” Kali whispers urgently.
“He’s an Omega. A Rouge — He didn’t raise to any occasion,” Deucalion squares his shoulders and the way the black shirt hugs him calls for your attention.
His shoulders are broad, chest firm and studiously presented with his perfect posture. Everything about his torso seemed unjustly perfect and your fingers twitch to feel every curve and bulge of muscles he is clearly packing.
“He has potential. Any newly turned wolf can maul a coyote, perhaps a camper or two, but to successfully decimate an entire group of hunters? That takes more than luck, dearest Kali, that? That takes talent”.
Your breath hitches as the shoes within your peripheral crease. Deucalion’s crouching, you wonder if he has a short Achilles tendon but all thoughts fly out of your brain as he grabs a fistful of your hair.
He pulls and pulls until your neck and shoulders are arched, teeth-gritting and eyes stinging at the strength he is casually displaying.
“Some new blood will do wonders for our pack. I have plans for this”
He leans in and you hold your breath as his breath spreads over your throat. Something in his chest rumbles, the display is forced but he knows you would have just as easily obeyed if asked. This was an excuse to show you his prowess — and to touch you.
“. . .precious puppy".
It seemed a mystery to you. One moment you were kneeling at his feet in a cave and now you were watching him folding his jacket over the chair.
It had been exactly 3 months since they found you and took you in as the only Beta of the pack. Deucalion whispers that he has a plan for you but Kali seems unconvinced at the entire plot. Though, as unwilling as she was, Kali trained you with Ennis without fail.
"Deucalion's orders", Ennis answered after you had completed a particularly gruelling endurance test. You force your arms to wipe the sweat off your brow, stretching out your legs in front of you as Ennis tosses a towel your way.
"But. . .what am I training for?" Kali rolls her eyes, her pin-straight hair impeccably swaying with every shake of her head. Seriously, she looked like she belonged in a shampoo commercial.
"A test. Deucalion will test you, he says. Don't ask why", Kali wonders about it herself. What happened to the ' All Alpha ' pack that Deucalion boasted about? Weakening the link now seemed unreasonable.
There was nothing special about you, Kali's eyes convey those very words despite her mouth not once parting.
Judging by Ennis' shrug when you gave him a questioning look, it seemed as though this was something even his generals of pain had no inkling of.
That conversation was 2-days ago.
Today, a random breezy Wednesday of all days, he had called for you into his office.
His room was dark. Ennis' lessons about using your newfound heightened senses came in handy. The icy blues of your eyes dart here and there in an attempt to spot Deucalion.
How strange, where could he hide?
There was a desk across the door and a few shelving cabinets behind that. A few rugs and some office chairs where office chairs are usually found.
Seriously, a man of his stature should not be able to hide so well.
A whizzing sound reaches your ears too late and then a sharp sting is felt on your leg. Hissing, you turn frantically to find the source. Your cut was already healing but the surprise of it left you more startled than you'd like to be.
"Even with eyes, people can still be so blind", Deucalion's voice calls from behind you. Spinning, you try to put him in your sights but he's already moving into the darker shadows.
"(Y/N), I expected better from you." He's observing the edge of his blade. The scent of you fills invades his senses and Deucalion turns his back towards you to gently place his cane atop his desk.
"I . . . I need to work on it, I know", your words lack conviction. Like you're unsure of what you're saying. You are. Did it have to be so obvious though? Deucalion motions you forward with a curl of his finger.
The sound of your footsteps pauses a few paces from him. So he turns and he can see the rush of blood to your face, the way your heart picks up its pace just fuels his ego and fills his cock. Even with his eyes, the world had never bared more to him than before.
He could no longer gaze at the light dancing on water, watch the sunset paint the skies with its final bow to the world or even gaze at anything people could consider beautiful. But he was stronger for it. A demon wolf like himself; what right did he have gazing at anything remotely beautiful?
Meanwhile, in your corner of the world, the sight of the low v-line cut of his shirt has you gulping thickly. The venom enhanced your biology, that was a given. Ennis tells you about your heightened senses along with your endurance, durability and all that. He even tells you about a wolf's metabolism. How gaining muscles comes easy to werewolves but surely, even without being born as a wolf, Deucalion would still be a goddamn underwear model.
His strong arms brace themselves on the edge of the desk and his hips lean backwards. His shoulders raising causes the flesh of his tits to squeeze together.
'Oh Christ', you thought as you avert your eyes.
They were right there, practically looking at you first!
The jump of your heartbeat prods him to ask; "Is this the reason you struggle to learn your lessons, (Y/N)?"
He can taste your arousal on his tongue. It burns as his lips part into a toothy smile. It's far too charming.
Once again, he'd make such a good underwear model it's quite frankly ridiculous.
"Do you what would've happened if my blade was coated with wolfsbane?" Your mouth opens but all that comes out are pathetic ' uhms ' and ' uhs '. Deucalion's smile sours and he pushes himself from the table to instead circle you. Despite his presence being very tangible right now, your stomach twists every time he slinks out of view. He's a true wolf; a hunter in every sense of the word.
Realistically, every footfall should make a noise despite the rug muffling it. Your sensitive ears should hear the gentle crush of fibres below his soles. Nothing. His gait is so eerily ghostlike your ears try to pick up on anything else.
A shadow slips on your right and your eyes chase him but that was reprimanded with another stinging. Your yelp makes him reply with a condescending tutting noise. So incredibly British it would be comical if it wasn't so degrading and hot.
The sleeve of your shirt soaks up the blood that manages to thread out from the now-healed cut.
"That's twice now you've been cut with wolfsbane", his voice echoes from everywhere and each time you turn to chase another cut forms on your body.
It's humiliating. Painful. Tear-inducing.
You were being punished like a bad dog. Pain dished out in tiny but venomous lashes that couldn't really hurt you but the aftershocks make your breath turn ragged.
"You killed 14 trained killers that were blooded into their families by the time they were 15 years old. You were enrolled in university"
You scoff, twisting your neck and hissing as you were swiped at. The back of your shirt is decorated by the slices just like the back of your jeans and thighs and sides and neck. . .
"I dropped out", you should bite your tongue. Deucalion's dark chuckle earns shivers up your spine but no lashing.
"You've the energy to be quip but can't answer a simple question every werewolf knows", your jaw clenches, "I'm new to this!"
His cane makes contact with your thighs, the flexible metal meeting flesh and your hand moves faster than your brain can respond. The cane strains between your hand and Deucalion's, a wrench from you and suddenly he steps closer. It seemed as though you were intent on suffocating him with you. The carpet is stained with splatters of your blood and now, your claws dig into your palm as it holds his cane.
Defiantly, you meet his gaze. Those pretty lashes that frame your eyes are now buried by your furrowed brows. He can tell your eyes are glowing. The grinding of your fangs as they tear through your gums makes him flash his teeth in a warning.
Those pillowy lips shield that brash display but you still hold your gaze. So defiant, annoyed, humiliated? Deucalion has killed far more talented werewolves for less disrespect.
None have ever faced him so crassly.
"Is this what they were greeted with?" Your silence lights a fire within him. Pathetic enough you don't even know what wolfsbane does to your kind, but now you dare halt his lessons to stare him down?
"A silent killer. A puppy who massacred trained killers by himself left nothing but torn limbs and innards. Is that who is in front of me now? A monster, who doesn't even know what can kill him and what can't. Do you know what people call that?"
Deucalion pulls his cane free from your grasp and in a swift motion points the blade under your jaw. Gasping, your feet pace backwards but Deucalion simply marches forward. Tiny as the blade is, with an arm rippling with supernatural strength even a sharpened stick can be deadly.
Perhaps you'd really crossed a line. Ennis and Kali had been ' nice ' to you out of obligation. Deucalion, so far, had simply watched from afar as you trained. You were still so human despite the weeks that have passed. Perhaps the pack hadn't been clear enough with the pecking order.
That had to be fixed. If Deucalion's plans were to work, he'd need you to fully understand the gravity of your change.
The edge of his desk digs into your ass and you've half a mind to turn and crawl over it to put more distance.
Something tells you turning your back on Deucalion was a death sentence. So you don't. You freeze as the tip of his blade digs into the underside of your chin.
"An idiot. A moron. A beast that only functions on impulse. The only thing that separates us from common wolves is the fact that we're smart, eliminating that element means you're nothing more than a common bitch on the side of the streets".
His hand slams next to you. You're so close to him that you can see his red eyes through the dark lenses that balance so studiously on his nose bridge.
"My pack has no room for mindless, moronic, mutts", Deucalion twists the cane and the grimace on your face does little to soften the snarl that threatens to contort his visage.
He can feel the way your flesh desperately tries to heal the wound. Trying to close around his knife and stop the stuttering stream of red that wets his fingers.
His nostrils flare. All he can smell is you. On the carpet, on the microscopic canyons of his skin that flood with your crimson. God, the sweat that teases him as it slips down your chest has him feeling as though he is basking under the summer sun. His insides were burning and he retaliated by hitching the blade deeper into you.
" Ah! " His knee forces your legs apart and jerks upwards. The feeble attempts at pushing it away are cut short as he forces your neck to stretch further and further away, back bowing and arching into him as your hands scramble to balance yourself.
"This gets you hard?"
There was no way to hide. His knee digs into your crotch and you've no way to even muffle the noise that slips out. It's high and whiny, and the stretching of your neck does little to help. Deucalion scoffs at the lack of denial.
"Unbelievable", he pretends to sound mad but Deucalion can barely fight back a grin. "Don't tell me the reason you fail to even answer a simple question is because Ennis and Kali don't rub your slutty cock enough?"
He doesn't wait to hear a response. Deucalion simply places a hand on your waist and begins moving your hips. It's a bumpy ride and your hips move so mechanically it reminds you of embarrassingly grinding on a pillow to "practice" riding.
It makes you less heated and more reclusive. Deucalion doesn't give in to the resistance you give him and simply applies more strength to move those impressive hips on his leg.
"Fuck", you wish the ground would swallow you whole. This was anything but sexy, actually, everything so far has NOT been sexy but fuck why was your dick filling up? Your transformation must have heightened your penchant for pain too because this is ridiculous.
Is it because your fear has lessened? Now, a cut won't get infected or need to be tended to thanks to your supernatural healing. Even so, fear was still very much in the equation. Deucalion was one intimidating man and a frightening werewolf.
Gazing up at the ceiling you stiffen your hips but Deucalion digs his nails into your skin and you gasp.
"Shit!" Deucalion relishes the way your entire body seemed to jerk and twitch. He's especially keen on the way the tent in your jeans strains further.
"Poor puppy, all trapped in those constricting jeans". The breath of relief comes after your head limply hangs as your chin is finally free. Deucalion makes a show of placing his cane right next to you, right within reach if you dared to disrespect him again.
You let your gaze linger on it though something else calls for your attention and somehow, it's not the raging hard-on you have being grinded on. Deucalion's lips crash into yours, and the prickling sensation of his beard has you whimpering. With both hands on you he all but manhandles you down until you're laid on the desk.
He bites down on your lower lip meanly, making you gasp and moan as he palms your crotch.
"Fuck, fuck", you're more than confused but a part of you is so pleased with this turn of events. Not just because your throat wasn't ripped apart by Deucalion or the fact that you're getting action from a man worthy of being plastered on a Calvin Klein billboard.
It's the scent of satisfaction that's coming off of him in waves. The barely there rumbling in his chest sounds like a purr. The big hands that move and puppeteer you. The body that eclipses the ceiling from you.
Deucalion is your alpha. The strongest. The deadliest. Fuck, even a devoted priest would drop to their knees in your position.
"Wolfsbane is poison", Deucalion might as well give this a go. Even a slut deserves a fair chance at education. Your eyes are fuzzy, barely there, but they sharpen into focus as he undoes your pants. There's no grace in the way he pulls your cock into the open. He grasps your length firmly, bordering on pain judging from your hiss.
"You do know what poison does to someone, yes?" You nod frantically.
Those rigid hips suddenly began canting upwards, thrusting up into his fists as Deucalion bared his teeth to your throat. Instinctually, you moan and turn your head to the side. Submitting to your alpha with no verbal command.
Seems as though you knew hierarchy after all.
"Good boy", his voice dropped octaves and you're desperate in your need for release. There's something heavy in the air, burning delicious of bergamot and pine. Curls of wood shavings appear as your claws dig into the desk.
"Aconit Napel Bleu Nordique, it's a favourite of hunters", Deucalion's voice silences the noises around you. He's effectively made so you only see, hear, smell and feel him.
His thumb presses on your wet slit and you curse, unable to move as he continues to mottle your neck with his fangs.
"Focus, you're obviously in need of extra help in the learning department, don't make me go back to before", your eyes split open and the cane next to you seems to mock you as it shimmers wetly with your blood.
"Puh - poison, bad, mfh! Wolfs, wolfsbane", Deucalion would coo but you haven't deserved that just yet.
"Tell me the name of it", your confusion is palpable.
"Wolfsbane", he pulls away from you. His hands leave your cock twitching on your stomach as he sighs. "The scientific name, puppy. I just said it", he takes his shades off and neatly places it next to his cane.
Fuck. You get on your elbows, reeling from the too much pleasure transitioning to not enough pleasure. He's patient as he adjusts his sleeves and spreads your legs. You mistake it as him simply being kind.
Big mistake.
A claw traces the underside of your cock.
"Name?"
"Wuh - Wait! I -", he frowns. The claw is now just under the mushroom head and your heart triples in speed.
"(Y/N)".
"A - Accut - No, uhm, Accunit Napal Blue Nordic?"
God, Deucalion thinks. He better be glad he's as endearing as he is stupid.
He wraps his fingers around your dick and pumps nice and slow. The sagging of your body on his desk almost makes him feel pity.
"Now I know you know the answer to this next question", dread fills you once again but Deucalion rub his palm across your tip and your toes curl.
"I heard Kali teach you a lesson on it. The types of wolfsbane. You did wonderfully then and you'll do the same now". That lesson had been damn near 3 weeks ago! It wasn't like they provided lecture slides for you in this pack. You chew on the insides of your cheeks, chest heaving as you try to push the pleasure away to think.
Fuck, how could think right now!? How the hell does Deucalion know how to give hand jobs this good!?
He squeezes and you squeak at his reminder.
"Purple", that was easy and so Deucalion simply loosens his grip.
"Blue?" He cocks a brow. "Are you asking me or telling me, puppy?"
You take a breath, " M'tellin".
Deucalion begins stroking you at a steady pace. Your precum wets his palm enough but he spits on your dick (with insane accuracy) and the sloppy sensation makes you groan in ecstasy.
"Fuck, another one - Nghah! Fuck! Yellow!"
"Gooood boy".
Deucalion rewards you. His hand must've been crafted by some sort of sex god because the way he has you writhing and moaning is not normal. Deucalion says nothing, simply looking down at you as you let out wanton moans.
He's suddenly struck with the want to see you in every detail.
His vision is warped and bloodied. More like a tactile vision, beauty is no longer at the forefront. He thought he had accepted it. But now he wants to see it all.
The fading bruise on your hips that is shaped like his hands. The hickeys on your neck, the bitemarks, the scratches — even if the only thing left is the shredded threads.
He wonders how handsome you look with your face all screwed up in pleasure. Deucalion decides to distract his thoughts with your taste instead. He leans over you, claiming your lips and swallowing the sinful noises.
When you cum, it's no surprise that you cum hard. You swear you saw nothing but white and separate from the kiss to call out for him. Deucalion continues jerking you off despite you cringing and attempting to twist away from him.
"Uh-ah, you were so good, puppy. You should be rewarded for every correct answer, don't you think so?"
"I - I need a second to breathe — !"
"Nonsense, I can't possibly be that cruel to you, puppy".
“Go on, then.” 12 months he’d kept you. You didn’t know why. It’s not like there was a time limit on murdering your Betas. So it was his own sadism, then. 12 months of letting you believe he wanted you. Letting you learn and grow and master these new talents. Letting you fall for him. Then the others had come knocking. You stood there, chin held high, as they all watched. Deucalion couldn’t see, but you knew he was watching you anyway. He always was. “Kill me.” He didn’t move, hand still resting placidly on his cane, as silence fell in the room.
“No.” Even the other Alphas were surprised. You could smell it on them, even if you hadn’t seen their widening eyes, their falling smirks. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. You just raised an eyebrow. Silence ticked by.
“You said it yourself,” Kali insisted, lowly. “No Beta has a place in our pack. We must be strong.”
“I will not kill her.” Still, no reason. You could feel the question in the air, but no one dared speak it.
“Fine,” one of the other Alphas growled. “If you won’t kill her, I’ll do it for you.” She launched forward, faster than you would have even seen before, but now. Now you knew she was coming. You caught her wrist and tightened your hand around it, letting it crunch under the pressure. She screamed, throwing out her other hand, but yours was faster. She choked, a sick, gurgling sound, as your claws tore through her chest. The others stared. You pulled your hand out, flesh pulsing within it, and dropped her. She crumpled. Deucalion didn’t even flinch when she fell at his feet. Ennis growled, but Deucalion’s cane flicked out to stop him moving forward, as you opened your hand and dropped her pulsing heart onto her corpse.
“That’s not possible,” one of the twins mumbled.
“You killed her,” Kali realised, aloud, eyes flicking from the corpse to your bloodied face.
“If I die by one of your hands,” Your eyes glinted black. “It will be by his and no one else’s.”
“You are an Alpha now,” Deucalion pointed out, lightly. His offer remained unspoken.
“I may be a killer, but I won’t murder in cold blood.” They didn’t stop you leaving.
“And even little (Y/N).” Scott exchanged a confused glance with his pack as Gerard spoke, but they all stared blankly back at him. A low growl behind him, and all eyes fell on Deucalion, who was still clenching his teeth as he pried a wolfsbane bullet from his arm with his long claws. “Ah, that’s right. The girl the Demon Wolf couldn’t kill.” Gerard chuckled. “Say hello.”
“I’ll tear your fucking throat out and then Deucalion’s,” you snarled, teeth bared and eyes flashing black. “Face it. Wolfsbane hurts but even you don’t know how to kill me, old man.” He shoved an electric arrow into your ribs and you bit back a scream. He would not get what he wanted from you. With a huff, Gerard granted you the satisfaction of seeing frustration in his eyes when he picked his speech back up.
“Who the hell are you?” It was an Argent that held you at gunpoint, but he smelled distinctly of the pack.
“I could ask you the same, Argent.” He raised an eyebrow.
“I have the gun.”
“Fair point.” You smiled, despite yourself. “(Y/N) (L/N). You must be the wayward son.”
“Chris.” Three other men approached behind him.
“What’s going on?” It was the tallest one speaking, but your eyes fell on the youngest.
“You must be the Hellhound.” His eyes widened.
“Who the hell are you?” You and Chris both snorted when the Sheriff spoke.
“Leaving.” You gestured to them. “I was going to clear out the guns, track them back. But you seem to have it under control.” You looked back at the Hellhound, then grabbed his hand. They all tensed, but made no move. You plucked a pen from your hair and scribbled your number. “If you need underworld assistance.”
“… I wish that still sounded as illegal as it should,” the Sheriff sighed.
“Not so fast, Tamora.” In all her looking behind, she had forgotten to look ahead until your hand had already closed around her throat. Her eyes widened, breath gasping, hands scratching uselessly at you.
“Please. It’s over,” she tried, desperately. “Just let me leave.” You smirked, bitterness burning through you.
“Let you leave? Like you let my pack leave?” You could see your memories mirrored in her eyes. The teen girl you’d saved, choking on a wolfsbane bullet. Two Betas who had chosen to join you, fading slowly before your eyes. Even your Emissary slaughtered. Your claws ripped through Tamora’s throat, and you dropped her, letting her head loll, until your foot came down and separated it entirely. You left her there, following the scent of the Alpha. You pushed the library door open, leaving bloody handprints in your wake, and unfamiliar faces stared out at you, one familiar in their midst. You met Deucalion’s healed eyes, and smiled.
“Well, I’m not sure if I should feel sorry for whatever poor fool you tricked into helping you.” You wiped your stained hands on your pants.
“…I take it you’re (Y/N),” the young Alpha concluded, eventually, holding out a hand.
“And you’re the True Alpha,” you returned, looking him up and down. “Scott McCall.” Your eyes flicked through his pack, before returning to him as you took his hand. “I have no quarrel with you.” Your eyes settled on the redhead. “A banshee. How rare.” She couldn’t seem to decide whether to bristle or to smile.
“There’s a Hellhound, too.”
“The Demon Wolf speaks!” you exclaimed, dryly, but didn’t turn to Deucalion’s voice. “I met the Hellhound already. He has my number if you need anything.”
“You could stay,” the Alpha offered. The others raised an eyebrow, except the banshee, who was looking curiously at you. “We could always use more allies.” Your gaze drifted to Deucalion, but he was as unreadable as always, though you didn’t even know what you were looking for.
“I can’t.”
“You’re mates,” the banshee realised, aloud. You felt yourself go rigid, but didn’t bother to stop it.
“No. We could have been.”
“You could stay.” You could almost have laughed. And you tried to, but the tears in your eyes changed its meaning.
“What, so this time you can look me in the eye and carve out my throat? Look me in the eye and break my heart?” You scoffed, turning away. “We already lost each other once, Deucalion. I won’t do it again.”
“Neither will I.” Part of you wished he knew he was lying, like you did. Another wept for what could have been. Some final, traitorous part of your heart believed him. The young Alpha looked to his pack and led them out.
“You can have a home here,” he offered, before he closed the door. “If you want it.” You couldn’t bring yourself to turn back to Deucalion.
“I can never be the good man I was once.” You heard him moving closer, heard his heartbeat troubling his chest. “But I am better than when you knew me. I will be better. For Scott and his pack.” His hand came to your shoulder, and you didn’t resist as he spun you to face him. “For you, if you’ll let me.”
“Why do you deserve that chance?” His pale eyes thrilled through you.
“I don’t.” At least he was honest. “But I will work to earn it.”
“You made me a killer.” His eyes wandered to the blood on your hands and he nodded, silently. What could he say to that? There was no denying it, as you both stood in the aftermath of what he did, and what you did with it. You shook your head and turned away. He didn’t follow you.
The pack jumped, guiltily, as you exited the library to find them all crowded around the door. You raised an eyebrow.
“Looks like you could use someone to teach you some manners, pups.” Scott smiled, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You’re staying, then?” The banshee was a bright one. You hummed, thoughtfully, looking over them all.
“Yes.” A true smile broke out on Scott’s face. “But not for him.” It was the banshee who smiled this time, stepping up to offer you her hand.
“I’m Lydia,” she introduced, easily. “You can stay with me for now.” Deucalion followed you out, but didn’t say anything.
“You’re opening your home to a stranger?” You glanced at your hands. “And a killer?”
“That bitch just tried to kill me and all my friends.” Her lip gloss smile sharpened, something cold and harsh in her eyes. “If you hadn’t killed her, I would have done it myself.” The pack’s jaws dropped, but the werecoyote just grinned at her friend. You smiled.
“I like you.”
“You need a shower and a new outfit,” she responded, brightly, then glanced down at herself and around her companions. “We all do.” Scott nodded.
“Head home, everyone,” he agreed, taking the werecoyote’s hand. “We’ll talk about everything after we’ve had some rest.”
“And food,” the human added, as you all headed for the exits. “God, a pizza sounds great right now.”
“Only you could be thinking of food right now.”
“Shut up, Sourwolf.”
a/n: an old draft, hopefully to inspire me into writing again
