Hidden Omega

Author's Note: This is a Alpha/Beta/Omega story. It will be a M/M/M story with Sterek and an Original characters (Garrick). If you don't like don't read, no flaming for having opinions though I love hearing from my reviewers!

I hope you like this semi different take on the Teen Wolf / Werewolf Trope.

Chapter One: Leaving Home

Stiles Stilinski looked around his small childhood bedroom and wondering if he needed anything else but he knew his jeep was already holding quite a load and it would all have to be shoved into a tiny dorm room with a roommate. He turned with a sigh and found his dad leaning against the door jam.

"Dad, geez!"

"You ready to go?" he asked.

"I think so," Stiles paused, staring at the sheriff of Beacon Hills and frowned. "You gonna be okay Dad?"

The older man scoffed, "Of course, I am more worried about you. Do you have your medication and your scent diffusers?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Of course I do Dad, I have been taking them since puberty and I will do whatever is necessary to protect myself."

"You won't be here with me anymore, you are going to be lying about your status to everyone you meet, there isn't going to be any break from it, are you ready for that? You could just commute to school, it's only about a thirty minute drive from here."

Stiles groaned, "Dad, I gotta go okay?"

His father nodded and leaned in to grip Stiles in a quick hug before the newly graduated eighteen year old leaned down to grab his laptop case and they walked downstairs and he waved to his dad after he walked out the front door and towards his beater jeep. It was old and imperfect but Stiles loved the thing and was glad it would be with him as he went off to Beacon Hills College campus and leaving behind the safety of the known for the unknown there.

He got behind the wheel and started the thirty minute drive, his cell phone ringing so he picked it up and tucked it between his chin and shoulder, "Hello," he called.

"Stiles, did you get out of your house?" Scott McCall, his best friend since kindergarten called through the phone and Stiles laughed.

"I did, I had to cut the goodbyes short otherwise he would have just dragged me back."

"He worried too much, I can't believe you didn't tell him that I know. I would do anything to protect you, I'm your brother."

"I know that Scott but he's been so protective of me especially since Mom died."

"But your special Stiles and some day you are going to meet your Alpha and someone will need to know the truth."

"Can we talk about this later," Stiles sighed. He didn't like not knowing who might be around Scott because all wolf shifters had a strong sense of hearing even in their human form and it was too important that no one learn of Stiles.

"Okay, I will see you at campus in about an hour, I got to make a stop."

"No problem bro, see you there."

He hung up and dropped his phone to the seat next to him. He rechecked his bag for the heat suppressors that the Doctor made especially for him, he also took something to mask the scent of what he was and he never flashed his eyes, to show the golden glow that designated him as different from the red eyes of an alpha and the blue eyes of a beta. Beacon Hills was an enclosed town that was protected from their human counterparts if they needed it but it also gave them one large community where they could shift into their wolf whenever they wanted to in full view of the public who were all wolves and that included the college where Stiles was attending. It was a great thing for all the Alphas and Betas who were able to get to know each other and possibly find mates but if they wanted to actually create life they would need to find a human to mate with as only Omega's could carry a wolf to term and deliver it.

Stiles was born an Omega, his mother was one before him but she'd been killed before he ever had a chance to talk to her about what he could do. Since Omegas were capable of procreating, many of the hunters searched for them and killed those of Stiles' kind so werewolves would die out but as the bite of an Alpha could still turn people, there was no way around that.

Now though other wolves would surround Stiles constantly and as his father said, there would be no hiding in case anything happened. Stiles would just have to be in constant contact with Deaton, his doctor as well as be religious about his medication.

He was glad the school came into sight because Stiles was starting to freak out. He pulled into one of the dorm parking spaces, glad he'd thought ahead enough to get his parking pass already and he grabbed his book bag and his suitcase, he could come back for the rest after he checked in and found his dorm.

He looked around, and then grabbed his phone before locking the car door. He sent a quick text to Scott: You still running errands?

Stiles headed to orientation and looked at his phone when it buzzed: Nope but be there soon, don't freak okay Stiles?

He snorted, "Easy for you to say," he muttered.

"Stiles!" someone shouted and he looked up from the phone to see Isaac Lahey running towards him and he smiled. Isaac was just one of many from their high school that were coming to this college, it was their safe haven so of course all the wolves from Beacon High would come here.

"Hey Isaac, how are you?" Stiles asked as he watched the teen's floppy blonde waves bouncing around on top of his head. Isaac was one of the few people that Stiles had always felt comfortable around, like he didn't have to hide from the other boy. Stiles wondered more than once if Isaac was also an Omega but it was not a question anyone asked anyone ever because of the danger inherent in being an unbound Omega. Once Stiles or possibly Isaac found an Alpha to bond with then the smell of the Alpha's bond would constantly be on him and would let any other wolf know the kind of damage promised to them if they were to touch Stiles but until he was claimed, Stiles would be at risk.

"I am just heading to orientation, you think we'll end up on the same floor?" he asked, it should have sounded excited but as usual with Isaac he was incredibly stoic as if high emotions were against some moral code of his but Stiles was used to it.

"You wanna walk together?" Stiles asked.

Isaac nodded and they started towards the building where the orientation was going to be and they did it in comfortable silence. Stiles shifted his bag a little higher on his shoulder and as they came to the front doors, they swished open automatically and the two shifters walked in and got into a surprisingly short line. When he walked up his spoke, "Stilinski."

They found his room appointment and frowned at his first name, "How do you say that?"

"Everyone just calls me Stiles," he said and takes the room appointment and map. It was a small campus, three buildings plus the dorm so it wouldn't take him long to find his way around but the map would help for the first couple weeks.

Isaac walked forward and mumbled, "Lahey." He took the folder and they found out their floor in the dorm, learning they were both on the second floor just down the hall from each other. It would be good to have a friend so close. Beacon Hills wasn't the only people who came to the campus, wolves from all over the state and world to come to the Beacon Hills College so there would be new faces and new people but quite a few old faces mixed in as well.

The dorm was just across from where he parked his jeep so they headed there. The stairs led them to the second floor and he found the number 204 and Isaac waved and kept walking down to 208 a few doors down and he took his key which the orientation packet included and opened the door to his home away from home.

"Wow," he whispered, seeing how small the space was. There were two small beds, two dressers and two desks. He wouldn't have a lot of space for anything really and he was glad most of his belongings were still back at his dad's house since they would be in the way here. He walked over to the bed off to the left of the door and dropped his bag down and put his suitcase that had been tiring his arm out for a while now at the end of the bed and sat down, taking everything in. He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and texted his dad: Made it to campus safely, haven't met my roommate yet. Saw Isaac.

He dropped his phone instead of waiting for the reply; his dad would fumble for his phone then try hard for a long time before he got off a short text to Stiles. He was better off ignoring the phone until it buzzed with a message. With a sigh he figured he should just go unpack his jeep now before his roommate arrived so he grabbed his phone and locked the door behind him and walked back down to get the other suitcase which held some of his essentials to living. Then headed back up and closed himself in the room to unpack. His classes started the next day so he would have the rest of the afternoon to find his classes and meet some new people, probably meet up with Scott as well.

The clothes were tucked away first, his books going on the desk as well as his laptop. His meds were tucked into his backpack and the spares were tucked under his socks in the top drawer, he always had spares in case he lost pills before he was able to get back to Deaton. Stiles was glad for the doctor's presence in his life because his father, an Alpha had never known what it meant to be an Omega besides having a son with his wife. It was such a forgone conclusion for wolves to breed with humans but they weren't as strong of shifters as pure bloods but Deaton had known enough to share with Stiles and his father when Stiles' mother died.

He was surprised that he didn't get any messages from Scott or his dad before the door opened and there was his roommate. He was a little taller than Stiles with dark blue eyes and brown hair that curled in the front to give the young man an Elvis type curve but it didn't look like he made it that way, more natural. Stiles could feel his heart quicken at the sight in front of him, at the tapered waist and strong chest. This is was a strong shifter and he was going to be Stiles' roommate, he was going to have to go home during his heats if that man was going to be in the same room with him, because he was a good looking man. Despite being an Omega, it did not automatically mean that Stiles was gay, his physiology made sex with either gender possible and impregnation would happen if he were to have sex during a heat which was unleashed from the suppression drugs but Stiles had always been attracted to men starting with Derek Hale, he was a couple years older than Stiles and had left Beacon High early after the death of several family members in a hunter's attack. Stiles had constantly visited the older boys house from the time he was very young and his mother was a good friend to Talia Hale, the matriarch of the Hale family. Stiles had constantly followed Derek and his friends around and for some reason Derek had allowed it but Stiles had to let the crush go because when Derek left about four years before he'd not been back, choosing to travel instead of settle back into the rebuilt Hale house with the surviving members of his family.

Now here was a nice young wolf that might be able to do away with the ridiculous crush all together.

"Hello," the good looking stranger said, "My name is Garrick Oseric, are you my new roommate?"

"I hope so otherwise one of is in the wrong room," Stiles responded with a chuckle.

"Yes," Garrick offered with a laugh.

"Sorry, Stiles Stilinski, your new roomy."

Garrick reached out with a nice grin of straight teeth; he shook Stiles hand, which brought him, close enough that Stiles could smell him. He tilted his head and breathed in even as Garrick took a deep breath and then coughed a little.

"You okay?" Stiles asked as he let go of the man's hand and rubbed his tongue in his mouth as if he tasted the scent wafting from the other man of old books and ink. It was a pleasant mix of intelligence and the underlying musk of the wolf that smelled like freedom to Stiles.

"You use scent diffusers?" Garrick asked.

Stiles winced, "Usually people don't notice, is it a problem?"

"No, just surprised, most people here don't use them I have noticed."

"Some do, personal reasons for me."

Garrick nodded and walked back over to his bed and started unpacking as well. He looked back at Stiles again, "Did you say your name is Stiles Stilinski, isn't that really similar?"

Stiles shrugged, "Stiles isn't my first name which is unpronounceable, its what everyone calls me since I was a small kid."

"Gotcha," Garrick responded and went back to unpacking. Each piece of clothing reaffirmed that ink and book smell and then he watched as his new hot roommate pulled out a stack of old tomes and stacked them on the table and the top of his dresser as well.

"What's your major?" Stiles asked.

"English with a creative writing minor."

Stiles nodded.

"Yours?" Garrick asked when Stiles said nothing.

He smiled at the other's back, "Sorry most people tell me to shut up that I don't always need to be blabbering on and I just figured," Stiles took a deep breath and a longer pause before starting again. "I am working on my general degree but I am looking forward to some sort of research and development field. I am planning my doctorate already on our culture and haven't quite decided the focus yet but there is so much we don't know about ourselves sometimes."

"You're a wolf then?" Garrick asked.

Stiles frowned, "Aren't you?" he returned. He didn't think humans applied here all that often but it was possible, they were just vetted on not bothering wolves during shifting and during full moons. All of their classes were based around the lunar cycle and their breaks did also because it was more important to let the wolf out and run than any test could ever be and the teachers always let non-shifters who decided to attend all the details they would need to know. Actually rooming with a non-shifter would be a godsend for Stiles but he doubted that would happen. He and Lady Luck were not on speaking terms.

"No, I am a Beta just not from Beacon Hills so I am a little lost on all the rules of this place and how the town is run."

Stiles couldn't help the disappointment he felt finding Garrick was a Beta, Stiles had to mate with an Alpha, Betas weren't powerful enough to protect him but he answered with a shrug, "Much the same way except werewolves represent a huge part of the population here, the only humans brought in are those mated to Alphas and some betas."

"Cool, well you mind if you can introduce me to a few people and help me find my way around for the next couple days?" Garrick asked.

"Sure Garrick," Stiles responded with a toothy grin.

"Just call me Rick please," he responded.

"Okay," Stiles said and grabbed his phone when it started buzzing. He looked down to see a message from Scott, "Hey you wanna meet some people now? My best friend just got here. He's out in the lot."

Rick nodded and grabbed a chunky cell phone from his backpack and they walked out, locking the door behind them. Stiles stayed just out of accidental touching range even though he wanted to climb into that bookworm scent Rick carried, who knew that Stiles would be attracted to someone because of their unique scent without even really knowing them, it had never happened. Stiles knew that the instant attraction and scenting could be an indication of his mate, someone who could protect him, his mother left him some information in a diary before she was killed but again, Rick was a beta and not the one Stiles was going to need.

The walk was quiet but not horribly awkward and when the door opened to the sunshine of the parking lot, Scott was dragging a back behind him and a duffle on his shoulder. Another couple of their friends from high school were walking over as well, Lydia Martin with her strawberry blonde hair and buxom figure which before seeing teenage Derek Hale used to work for Stiles but now she was so intrigued by having a guy friend who didn't want to sleep with her that Lydia and Stiles got along really well. Jackson Whittemore was there as well, holding one of Lydia's bags. They were a couple in high school for a long time but broke up a couple weeks before graduation so Stiles was surprised they were there together and each with a civil tongue in their mouths.

"Rick these are some of my high school friends, there is Scott McCall my best friend since birth. Next is the luscious Lydia Martin and the doof standing next to her is Jackson Whittemore, guys this is Garrick "Rick" Oseric."

At the 'doof' Jackson walked purposefully towards Stiles like he was going to hurt the Omega when Rick stepped between Jackson and his purpose. Jackson glared at the newcomer; "You are going to pick a fight with me the first day we meet?" Jackson demanded.

Rick shook his head, "Do not come any closer to him," he snarled the blue flashing in his eyes forcing Jackson a step back with his hands raised in surrender.

"Whatever man but standing up for Stiles is a daily job just so you know."

Stiles laughed off the rudeness of Jackson and patted Rick on the shoulder, to calm the tension and felt the zing under his skin at the contact and pulled away quickly, hoping his new friend wouldn't notice his discomfort.

Rick turned back and frowned at Stiles before he laughed off the strange behavior which for wolves who were territorial and strangely affected by other shifter's emotions and cues that made the posturing not odd at all so it was easy to just throw it off and continue from there. Rick shook hands with Scott, Lydia and after a long hesitation that crossed the line into rude Jackson finally did as well before they helped the newcomers inside to find where they were roomed and then they decided to walk back down to the courtyard where the school was putting on a get-to-know-you mixer and so after several quick changes in the bathroom just down the hall Stiles walked back into his dorm in a button-up black shirt, and dark blue jeans to find the other shifter in a light blue dress shirt with a black vest over it and jeans. Stiles just stared for a moment then shook it off and shouted a little too loudly and enthusiastically, "Ready?"

"Yes, shall we go and dance the night way before classes start in the morning?"

"Yes sir!" Stiles said with a slightly less fake grin before they walked out to meet Scott and the others, as well as Isaac and they walked across the lot towards the well lit courtyard and they got some sparkling drinks which had some alcohol in it because wolves don't get drunk so it didn't matter if they drink unless the drink was laced with wolfs bane which was not available to any wolf under twenty-one, same as human teens. Stiles drank and chatted with his new friends and old friends while he looked around, seeing new faces in the crowd and clearly this was not just for freshman because several older shifters were there as well. Stiles was trying to focus on Rick's words above the music when he grabbed Rick's arm in shock at the dark scowl across the courtyard.

"Derek?" he asked quietly.

"What?" Rick asked.

"Nothing," Stiles said as he turned to smile at Rick before he turned back to catch another look at his long ago crush but found no one there. He heaved a sigh and released Rick's arm with a smile. "Sorry, thought I saw someone I hadn't seen for a long time."

"Did you want to go look?" Rick asked.

Stiles laughed, "God no, I wanna stay here with you and the rest of my friends."

Rick smiled, a shot of blush rising in his cheeks before they laughed it off and continued there conversation, finding a mutual interest in William Faulkner and were in the midst of a spirited debate about what the man's good traits and bad traits were which to Stiles as a fantastic opportunity, as he wasn't in the English department, Stiles had to go looking for friends who were prone to reading the classic and canonical writers that he happened to love reading. It was great to know he and Rick apparently shared this love though from different ends of the spectrum, while Rick was interested in the creative aspect, Stiles was always interested in the social ramifications of the author's work and why the way they and suddenly it was curfew and they party was coming to a close and everyone was walking back to their rooms, shouting goodnight across the parking lot before Stiles got to his bedroom with Rick close behind.

"Good time," Rick muttered.

Stiles agreed with a nod then prepared for bed, sure that the next day would be the beginning of a new sort of chaos.

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