The beginning, the middle, the end

This is a story. All a story really needs is a beginning, middle and an end. Oh and maybe a plot and some characters. SD pairing. AU

Serena's an…… unusual girl (or woman as she likes to be thought of), Darien's king of the wolves…… literally, he's their alpha, dominant, leader, avenger, whatever. They met when she almost ran over him; I guess that would be the beginning.

The Beginning

4 pm

It was a normal day, the birds were singing and the skies were clear. People strolled along the paths, basking in the sun's warmth. Well…… they were, until

SCREEEEEEECH!

Serena Rose braked sharply as a shape appeared in front of her car. Her body was jerked forward then yanked back, eyes wider than normal and her lips parted in a surprised 'o'. Blinking slowly, she unbuttoned her seatbelt as she stared into a pair of cold eyes glaring back at her through the windshield.

Rewind!

6 am

BRING, BRING, BRING!... THUD!

A tall, dark and handsome man crawled out from under the duvets, not even bothering to glance at the alarm clock that was now laying in pieces on his grey carpet after he had chucked it against the wall or even at the large dent left in the wall from the impact. Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head before padding out and walking towards his kitchen, ignoring the knowing looks of the two people sitting at his table.

"Threw the alarm again Darien?" The blonde haired, turquoise eyed male to his right asked, his voice filled with laughter. All Andrew got was a growl in reply. Smirking, Chad, the dark haired, brown eyed male to Darien's left, poured coffee into a mug and waved it above Darien's head, which was now resting on top of the table. The smell wafted over to Darien and Chad was startled to find himself grasping empty air. Frowning, he looked down at his hand, before shooting a confused look at Andrew who was laughing and finally Darien who was proceeding to lift his head off of the table and take a sip from the mug he was currently holding in his hand.

"What?…… How?…… You didn't even look up!" Sputtered Chad as his mind finally made the connection between his empty hand and the mug in Darien's. All he got in response was a smug look from Darien before he stalked into the bathroom.

"That's why he's alpha and your not." Andrew managed to gasp out between his laughter. Chad just sat there pouting.

10 am

Darien ducked as yet another article of clothing flew past his head. Cursing, he tried to navigate his way through the ever growing piles of clothes that were littered around his sister's room.

"Calm down Raye."

"Calm down? Calm Down? I've got to get ready for a job interview that starts in 1 hour and I still haven't found the right outfit, dried ands styled my hair or put my make up on and you want me to calm down?"

"Yes." "Well fuck you! If you've got nothing better to do than piss me off then get lost!" Chuckling, Darien turned and walked out if his sister's room. Just as he was about to walk out completely his had reached up behind his back and grabbed the shoe Raye had chucked at his head.

"Better luck next time sis." His chuckles turned into full blown laughter as he heard the violent mutterings his sister let stream in response to his words.

Upon entering the living room he found Andrew lounging on the sofa. "Where to next chief?"

"Funny, funny man" Darien deadpanned, "We've got a meeting in one hour at the Corp."

Andrew grimaced at the mention of having a meeting. Corp. was the company that Darien had inherited from his father and made millions in profit every year. They dealt in almost everything, merchandise, clothes, shoes, models, actors, make up… whatever, they dealt in it. Having a meeting at the Corp. usually meant that Darien was firing someone and that was never a pretty thing to watch. Groaning, he followed Darien out into the glaring sunshine as he shouted his goodbyes to Raye, trying to ignore the waves of hostility pouring off Darien.

Darien was feeling wound up. Not matter how many times he rotated his neck to try and relive some of the tension it didn't work. His body felt like an empty shell, his mind full of dark thoughts, his eyes, icicles that seemed to freeze those around him. He tried to dispel the idea of what was causing him to feel like this but it was clear for someone of his kind to see: he was finally feeling the effects of not finding his mate.

Darien was a werewolf, strange I know, but he's dealt with it so should you. But he wasn't just any werewolf in the pack hereditary; no, he was King of the Wolves, their alpha, dominant, leader, avenger, whatever. A true mate was the one person whose soul resounded to one of his kind. Corny I know, but there was no other way to describe them. A wolf's true mate was their other half and fit into the lives completely to the point that parting with them was not an option. A true mare was also the only person that his kind could bear children with and until that time came they were infertile. Great for keeping himself occupied whenever he rode bare back, but you know……

Feeling storm clouds raging in his head, he slid into the driving seat and peeled out of the apartment's parking lot, knowing that Andrew would be behind him in his cherished convertible.

3:50 pm

"What do you mean you can't let me in to see him?"

The banshee like wail could be heard resounding along the top floor of Shield's corp. Now Darien wasn't a patient man at the best of times, but in certain circumstances, such as hearing an ex rant and rave, he was wasn't a patient man at all.

Standing up, he felt the other people in the conference room tense up as they felt the dark aura surrounding Darien. Just his very being seemed to extrude malice, even though the expression on his face was blank. Walking out of the conference room, he stalked up to his secretary and the obnoxious woman she was trying to quieten. It was quite clear from her expression that the she was close to decking the woman and shutting her up once and for all. Chuckles to himself quietly he answered the question that the repulsive red head seemed to be demanding an answer for.

"I told Amy not to let you in because 1) I was in a very important meeting and 2) I no longer have any interest in you due to the fact I feel deeply repulsed whenever I'm in your presence, like now for example. When are you going to understand that you are nothing but a one night lay, a lousy one at that but still a lay, noting more, probably something less."

By now Amy was full out laughing at Darien's words and the look of pure astonishment on Beryl's face that a male had dared speak to her like she was some common whore. Not bothering to wait for a reply, Darien strode across the floor until he reached a set of stairs.

Taking them two at a time, he ended up at the front lobby and proceeded to walk out into the glaring sun.

4 pm

Not really think about what he was doing he stepped out into the middle of the road, until he was confronted by a loud SCREEEEEEECH! as the car speeding towards him braked hard. Turning his head he glared into shocked wide eyes of a blonde female.