The Alpha and the Pack.

This is an AU story. It starts after Derek kills peter. The idea kept on bouncing around my head every time I watched the final episode that I finally decided to write it. This is going to be the only chapter written in first person for this story. It just felt right to write it this way, and that's saying something because everyone knows how much I hate writing in first person.

This chapter will contain a rough sex scene. There will domination, and partial rape. So consider yourselves warned!

Chapter One: The Alpha and his Mate

"I am the alpha now."

Derek's voice seemed to echo through the woods. No one made a sound, no one moved as he stared at Scott.

I held my breath. I knew how much Scott wanted to be human again, and I was worried at what his reaction might be.

I watched was my best friend's shoulders slumped and he fell to his knee, defeat evident in his face. Allison managed to escape from her father's hold and rushed over to Scott, holding him tightly.

Turning my gaze to the jock that stood next to me, we made eye contact. Jackson's eyes were filled with confusion, disbelief, fear and determination. I took notice to see he was shaking slightly. Both of our heads snapped back to Derek when we heard him move. He locked eyes with me and took a step in my direction.

That's when I noticed his eyes. They were a burning red and full of intensity. I tried to look away but found that I couldn't. There was a pulling in my chest and a strange unexpected urge to walk towards him. Without even noticing what I was doing, I took a step forward.

Derek smirked at me; he turned back around and spoke to Allison's dad.

"Chris, I think it's time for you and your daughter to leave." His voice sent a shiver up my spine. It sounded the way it always did, but at the same time it didn't. It was wilder…more dangerous. Chris looked at him, his eyes narrowing before he went over to Allison. Allison fought against him but eventually gave in and left with him.

Scott jumped to his feet; he came up to Derek and just stared at him. Neither one of them backed down; the staring contest lasted for a good ten minutes. Neither I nor Jackson dared to move.

Scott eventually lowered his gaze and walked towards me, his hands deep in his pockets. Derek turned to face us again, his eyes once again finding mine.

"Come on Stiles…and Jackson let's go." He mumbled, never lifting his head. I heard Jackson move and get into his car, but i stayed in the same spot, still too captivated by Derek to move. God! What had gotten into me? Why was I so transfixed by him?

I broke eye contact and watched as Scott walked past me to the passenger door. He opened the door and finally lifted his head to look up at me.

"Stiles? Come on let's go!" I nodded and took a step towards the driver's side when a growl stopped me in my tracks. I spun around to face Derek again. He didn't speak but he didn't have to. I understood.

"Uh…Scott, you go ahead. I-I need to stay for a bit." I slowly turned my head to look at him as I spoke. I saw his eyes flash yellow again.

"No. I am not leaving you with him." I scoffed. Oh, so now he cares what happens to me? I was gonna retort but Derek's vicious growl intercepted me.

"He said go. I suggest you listen to him pup." His ruby eyes shone brighter, but he never even once moved his eyes from mine. Scott huffed, but he knew there was no reason in arguing with him; he walked around and got in the driver's seat and sped off.

It was just me and him now. The forest was quiet around us, the moon providing very little light.

He walked towards me and I didn't dare move. Somehow I knew that moving was an extremely bad idea. He stopped when there was less than a foot between us and I felt both my breathing and heart rate pick up.

"I'm the alpha now." He spoke quietly. I gulped.

"I know." I didn't know what else to say, I didn't know if there was anything I could say.

"Do you know what that means?" He titled his head slightly, an almost sadistic smirk spread across his face. I shook my head, a lump forming in throat. Maybe staying hadn't been such a good idea after all…

"It means that I need a pack. I also need a mate." He stepped towards me again, removing the remaining distance between our bodies. I felt my eyes widen, my mouth going dry. I racked my brain for something to say. His proximity made it very difficult to think of anything. All I could think of was his scent, his eyes, the warmth that he excluded, his fucking closeness!

"A mate?" My voice cracked slightly and I mentally face palmed myself. 'Nice going you idiot, that's all you could say?'

He hummed in agreement. "Yes, a mate." He leaned his face closer to mine. We were so close. Every breath he took fanned my face. I shouldn't be reacting like this to him.

"Who?" it was a stupid question, I knew who.

"I think you know." That was all he said before he seized my lips between his own.

I froze. My brain trying to understand what the hell was happening. I fisted my hand in his shirt and pushed him away from me, surprised he actually let me.

"Stop. I don't want this." So why did it feel like I was lying to myself? He chuckled at me, the same smirk from before returning.

"Yes you do." He grabbed me and kissed me again. I tried pushing him again, but this time he wouldn't budge. I felt his hand grab my shoulders and push me to the ground. He climbed over me, pinning my hands above me.

With bruising force he reclaimed my lips. I felt the panic rise within my chest. He let go of my mouth moving his head so he could bite and lick my neck. It felt so good, but I didn't want this. I didn't want him, why was my body betraying me.

"Derek…please stop." He lifted his head and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I'll stop when you can truthfully tell me that you don't want this, that you don't want me."

I heard a sharp ripping sound and I felt the cool night air on my now naked torso. The hand that was pinning my arms moved to my shoulder making sure I stayed on the floor. His other hand explored my naked chest, soon followed by his hot mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down my chest to my hips.

I cursed my body when I felt my jeans tightening. I tried to get up, using all my strength but I stopped but I heard his growl of warning and felt his fangs press down my hip, threatening to break skin.

"Derek…Don't do this…please…" I begged him. I was scared; I knew what was going to happen and I hated that I couldn't stop it. I hate even more the fact that a little voice inside my head was telling me to accept this, that I wanted this. I swore at myself, because I knew that it was true. How could you want something so desperately but yet not want it to happen?

"I already told you the condition for me to stop." He told me cruelly.

His hand moved of my shoulder, knowing that even if I managed to escape he could easily catch me again. I felt him grab my belt buckle, undoing it, and it was quickly followed by the button and zipper of my jeans. The tears collected in my eyes as I felt him remove my jeans and boxers in one quick movement.

"Now then, you wouldn't be this hard if you didn't want this now would you Stiles?" He grabbed my member in his hand stroking me slowly. The tears left my eyes and a noise- it was a mix of a sob and moan- escaped from my mouth. He chuckled darkly at me and took me in his mouth.

My hips seemed to have developed a mind of their own as they bucked into his mouth. Derek moaned, obviously pleased at my reaction. I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't be reacting this way, that what Derek was doing was wrong, but the pleasure his mouth was causing me overpowered those thoughts.

I was a withering mess as he continued to work my painfully hard dick. My nails dug into the ground as my orgasm neared. I lifted my hips wanting to cum but right before I was able to Derek stopped.

My body filled with a strange mix of frustration and relief. Derek's crimson eyes bore into mine as he stood up and took of his jacket. As he removed his shirt, I took the only opportunity I saw to escape, however little it may be. I jumped up and ran into the woods, forgetting the fact that I was completely naked.

I heard the angry snarl from Derek and that only made my legs move faster. I felt branches cut my arms and legs but ignored them. I knew that Derek was messing with me; if he truly wanted to catch me he would have done so already. My head kept whipping back, trying to catch a glimpse of the werewolf chasing after me. I heard his dark chuckle, making me freeze for a second before full out sprinting even faster than I was before.

I felt something collide into me sending me to the floor, the air in my lungs exiting in a huff. I didn't have to turn my head to see who it was. I knew it was him. His legs straddled my hips, leaning down he whispered in my ear.

"You shouldn't have done that." The sound of a belt being unbuckled invaded my ears.

He removed himself from me, but before i could do anything, his hand grabbed my hips pulling them up until I was on knees and forearms.

I was full out sobbing at this point. Derek was going to rape me. Was it still considered rape if part of you wanted it? He shoved himself inside me without warning.

"AH!" my scream of pain echoed through the empty woods. It felt as if I was being ripped in two. My lower back felt like fire was blazing on the skin.

"Oh god…" I dug my nails into the dirt, resting my head against the ground as sobs shook my entire body. He pulled back and thrusted back in hard. I whimpered and the tears just seemed to leak even quicker than before.

I felt his hand run up the column of my spine, and then I felt him scratch down the same path. The stinging sensations alerted me to the fact that he had broken skin it was then I realized that Derek had partially shifted.

'I don't want this! Please stop. Let this this be over soon' I begged silently in my mind since i knew that even if I voiced my thoughts they would get ignored. 'You know you want this, Stiles. Let him claim you, just enjoy this.' Hatred bubbled inside me, I loathed that the voice was right. Part of me did want this, has been for a long time now.

The rhythm that he pounded into me was fast and hard, my body being pushed forward everything he entered me. Suddenly I felt him hit something inside me that made me scream, only this time the scream was out of pleasure not pain.

"Fuck…Derek…" I couldn't believe I actually moaned out his name. He growled at me, pleased that I was finally giving in to him. He aimed his thrusts to hit my prostate every time.

I arched my back, my length once again hardening as pleasure flowed through my body.

Suddenly Derek's lips were on my neck, biting and sucking hard on the sensitive skin, I knew I would have a mark there.

"Do you want this? Do you want me Stiles?" he licked the shell of my ear. I moaned, his voice sounded so sexy.

"Oh god…yes Derek….i want this….i want you so much" I panted moving one of my hands to stroke myself, I was so close!

"Good boy. Do you want me to fuck you harder? Do you want me to claim you as mine?" His lips resumed their attack on my neck and I couldn't help but agree.

"Ugh…..shit….yeah…fuck me harder…faster please…claim me…" I begging, not caring that I sounded wanton, my brain stopped work at this point, and my senses were overwhelmed as I felt the man behind me pick up his pace slamming into my eager body harder and deeper than before.

I yelped when I felt a hand slap my ass; Derek was saying something behind me and it sounded 'mine…mine…my mate'; he was repeating it like it was a mantra.

"Derek I'm so close…don't stop…ngh…yours…your mate…Derek…" My words seemed to have the desired effect because Derek growled savagely, his clawed hand digging deeply into my hips, drawing blood and making me his in pain; he thrusted into me one last time and I came hard.

"Oh god! Derek!" I had never cummed so hard before, I felt my hand being covered but couldn't bring myself to care.

"Stiles…mate…" Derek groaned out lowly and I felt his release in my body quickly followed by a deafening howl.

Too exhausted and weak, I let myself fall to the wet forest floor; whimpering-in pain and at the feeling of loss-when I felt my mate pull out of me.

He laid down next me, gathering me in his arms, my head resting on his chest. He nuzzled my head, placing a soft gentle kiss there, making me smile at the tenderness.

"I'm sorry." I knew he was, but I didn't know how to what I could say. Deciding to not respond I just snuggled closer, and let myself drift to sleep, not really caring that I was in the middle of the woods.

Wow that was intense.

I have had this story and this scene in my head for the longest time and I am glad to finally write it out. I am excited about the story, it is going to be a big project for me and a long, long story if things go as planned.

Let me know what you think!

Next Chapter: Stiles and Derek talk about what occurred, and Jackson comes back.

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