A/N: This is something a bit different that I wanted to try. It's an alphabet inspired by LenoraChris, only it's slashy. Also, some elements inspired by Teen Wolf. If I get a good response, I may post more here on FF.
Anniversary
Tony looked around the upscale restaurant looking for his mate of five years. What he didn't know was that he was turning heads ever since he had walked in. How could he not? He was fucking gorgeous. Having gotten a new suit just the previous week, he was willing to show it off for the first time. It was a soft grey with a light green dress shirt and no tie. This wasn't a formal dinner so he felt that he had no need of one.
His mate Jethro didn't even blink a the price tag when presented to him. Jethro would have done anything to make his younger mate happy.
He did another look around and spotted his Alpha in the back. He smiled and walked towards him. Before he even made it halfway across the room, a hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
Tony whirled around and replied stiffly to the newcomer. "Excuse me?"
It was another Alpha, along with two Betas, one older and one younger. The Alpha himself wasn't much to snuff at. Tony could smell that he wasn't a True and that he thrived on Betas to keep his power. True Alphas, like Jethro, have no desire nor urge to form a pack unlike Alphas. Alphas can survive on maybe a steady three Betas at once to satisfy the urge, but the greatest desire for any Alpha was for an Omega mate.
Like Tony.
The Alpha came up to him and basically broke every rule of etiquette in the book and tried to sniff his neck. How rude.
Tony took a step back and avoided the Alpha's breath that smelled rank to the Omega.
"I couldn't help but smelling you from across the room." the dumbest Alpha on the face of the planet said.
Tony didn't reply and sidestepped around the Alpha but was blocked by the two Betas.
Tony stared them in the face. "Move or I will move you."
"Come sit down at my table and we can get to know each other better." the Alpha said.
Tony once again turned around and it was his turn to get in the other's personal space, forcing the Alpha to take a step back.
"Listen buddy, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I want no part of it. Leave me alone or it's going to get ugly." Tony had straightened his jacket, thus flashing his True Alpha Mate's ring. Some of the customers closest to the conversation saw the ring and slowly moved away to other tables in the establishment. If the mate of a True Alpha was there then surely said Alpha was close by and the stupid Alpha accosting the Omega was guaranteed to get his ass kicked.
Apparently the Alpha didn't get the message. "Fiesty. I like that." He approached Tony again.
Tony had had enough of this bullshit. All he wanted was a quiet evening with Jethro for his anniversary and this asshole was ruining it. Tony's heat was coming up also so he was feeling a little bitchy at the moment.
When the Alpha came close again and had his hand ready to touch the Omega, Tony struck. In a move he learned from his mate, Tony executed a perfect wrist snap that left the Alpha howling in pain. Rule 16.
The Betas were clearly going to attack but some unseen force had driven them to their knees. A very strong and very potent Alpha scent permeated the room and anyone who was wolf fell to their knees as well.
Tony threw up a half smirk. "Hey babe."
All he got was a growl in return.
Tony turned around and wasn't surprised to see Jethro wolfed out. His nose was flat, brows lowered, eyes slit and blood red. The most important feature about Jethro Tony thought was his fangs. At least 3 inches in length overlapping his lower lip, they could be very intimidating when challenging other Alphas. Most Alphas' fangs only reach the inch and a half mark. Add a little scruff to his face and pointed ears with protruding claws and you have yourself the epitome of a werewolf.
Tony approached the enraged True Alpha with a self confidence born from working with the man for years before becoming mates. He stared into his mate's eyes as he reached up a gentle hand and carded his fingers through the Alpha's fur. Jethro gave a little rumble of pleasure at the touch of his mate and licked Tony's wrist in kind.
Tony softly chuckled. It seemed that the wolf was in control for the moment. He opened his arms to his Alpha. "Give me a hug, big guy."
Jethro shuffled forward a couple steps into the arms of his mate and gave a soft huff at the influx of Omega scent. He ever so gently placed his paws (hands) on the younger man's hips making sure not to flex his fingers for fear of ripping into his mate's soft skin. Jethro would never hurt Tony like that.
Tony took note of Jethro's caution and sighed. He knew of the older man's secret fear of the wolf losing control one day but he wouldn't let that happen. His hands guided Jethro's head to the crook of his neck where the scent of Omega was strongest. He crooned softly, "You won't hurt me, baby. Go on, take your fill."
And Jethro gave a little happy yip that made Tony think of his mate as a pup and was content in letting him fill his being with his scent to help calm him down.
The True Alpha was happy in being in the arms of his mate again. It had seemed like forever since he had seen his Tony as he had been at a conference in Colorado to deal with some stray Alphas causing trouble. He had wanted to surprise his mate with this dinner for their anniversary and maybe bring up an idea that he was hoping Tony would say yes to.
He nearly melted into the arms of his mate when his head was guided to the crook of his neck. There the sweet aroma of Omega was the most potent. He gave what he hoped was a soft bark but really a whimper and snuggled in to sniff and lick his mate's neck. A feeling of content swept over him and he was happy in that moment.
He was halfway asleep when his Omega started purring. It was such a lovely sound that vibrated into his head. Both Alpha and Omega rumbled and purred in a harmony of greetings and salutations that most wolves generally do when seeing a pack member.
Tony ended his purring with a soft pat on the back of Jethro's head and looked around. He chuckled with mirth when he realized the whole restaurant was brought to their knees and most were cowering in fear.
"Babe, I think we leveled the place."
The Alpha looked, huffed and shrugged his strong shoulders in indifference.
Tony looked down at the Alpha who had dared to touch him. "What is your final judgement, True Alpha?" he asked formally.
Jethro looked at the man with disgust. The wolf slowly took hold again and he growled, "Teach. Lesson."
"As you wish." Tony grabbed the stupid Alpha by the scruff of his neck and made him face Jethro.
"As you have violated wolf etiquette and dared to touch a taken Omega," Tony's voice projected, "a True Alpha's Omega no less, you will receive judgement from said Alpha."
According to wolf law, True Alphas have the right to judge offenders as they see fit instead of taking the case to trial as humans do. It was more efficient and had fewer delays than in a human court. Also more messy.
Jethro got into the Alpha's face and sneered. "My Omega." His large hands encased the wolf's head and his claws penetrated his skull. The wolf cried out in pain, but soon screamed bloody murder as his Alpha powers were drained from him by Jethro. The veins in Jethro's hands turned dark as the power was transferred to him and pulsed as it was completed. The wolf was left weak and limp as a newborn pup, but Jethro didn't waste any time because he soon snapped the wolf's neck.
The patrons of several tables close by were whimpering in sympathy as their Alpha was relieved of his power by the True Alpha. They soon collapsed into unconsciousness as the man's neck was snapped, thus breaking the pack bond and destroying the pack.
Jethro released the dead wolf from his claws. He had blood on them and looked fierce. Tony thought it looked hot.
"Well that was anti-climatic. Come on Big Guy, let's get out of here. I'm suddenly not in the mood for this place."
The Omega took his Alpha's paw in his hand and both wolves left the restaurant, the Omega intending on pampering his mate a little and leaving the restaurant staff to deal with the dead body in the dining room.
