Summary:: After being so horribly wronged by his pack, Stiles is kidnapped by Deucalion and never heard from again. 16 years pass and Stiles is pronounced dead. Chaos is in the uprising by a new enemy people call 'The Immortal Queen'. She has conquered many territories and is feared by all, but no one really knows much about her. Who is this new threat? What are her true motives? The Hale pack has every right to fear the uprising Queen.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.

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It had started with Derek's verbal abuse towards him. He and Derek hardly had the best relationship since their first encounter so his words was something Stiles had become accustomed too. Everyone would stand up for him and make Derek feel like dirt. Stiles was grateful for what they did, honest. What better way to show him that they cared than by having his back?

However, what Stiles never thought that it would go from it being just Derek to it slowly change into Boyd harassing him. Lydia treating him like shit, well more than usual. Isaac constantly remarking about how stupid he was and how he never shut up. Allison rolling her eyes at him and raising her voice at him. Erica's shoving, Jackson's teasing, heck, even his best friend, Scott, was doing it and that hurt him even more.

He had quickly been bumped down several positions. The omega, the unwanted and outcast of the pack. That's who he was now, and that made tears build in his eyes every time he thought about it. Every time he was near the pack he had the urge to fiddle with his fingers, or grip onto his shirt. He felt nervous, afraid, and anxious.

During pack meetings, he was slowly realizing how further away he was allowed to sit. It didn't really bother him at first because it had meant, the less harassment he would receive from the pack but now his place was in the kitchen, yards away from the living room and making food to feed the pack.

Stiles heart ached, even more than it did every time Lydia had rejected him in the past. He could feel his heart painfully skip beats whenever he wasn't acknowledged or when he was attacked both by their words and hands. The sinking feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach hurt. It was like someone was constantly punching him in the gut.

So many times he had wanted to leave and say 'I'm done with this. I've had enough.' But he was stubborn, he wanted to believe they would notice him and things would go back to the way they were because Derek gave him hope every other night. But deep down he knew slowly, so very slowly, he was letting go of that hope.

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The air was thick, his body was running hot. His breath was labored, sweat rolled down his body, as his arms shook frantically before finally giving way, letting Stiles drop to the bed and falling limp. His heart was racing making his head pulse and his vision become unfocused.

"You can't leave me Stiles, you belong to me," Derek's hoarse voice grunted lowly as he thrusted lazily into Stiles, making small moans escape Stiles lips.

Stiles tiredly looked back searching for Derek's face, a small smile passing his lips as he panted out, "I-I won't ev-...ever leave you..."

"Good, 'cause I won't let you leave me," Derek nearly purred as he leaned down and kissed Stiles lips.

It took him by surprise; it was the first time since they started sleeping together that Derek had kissed him. Then, again this was also the first time Derek's taken him in his wolfed out form. He was also, gentler. It was odd but he loved this and only hoped it would remain.

But with Stiles luck, it was about to become the initial of a whole new nightmare.

When he woke up the next morning, he was alone like every other time. He had thought maybe he'd stay the night but he hadn't, and that made him feel like a fool.

So, he waited.

And waited

Days turned into weeks and yet nothing.

Derek was ignoring him more than usual; the pack even was rougher than usual.

Stiles was standing in the farthest corner of the towns library looking through shelves for specific books he needed to study, when Isaac walked up to him. "Hey," Isaac said rather forced.

"H-hey..." Stiles couldn't help but stutter out as he looked everywhere but the young beta. Being reduced to being an omega, he had developed the strange habit of avoiding looking into the eyes of those above him.

"Derek wanted me to tell you to fuck off. So, fuck off, and stop looking for him. He thought you would get it by now, but I guess you're too desperate to see he's only using you for sex. You are the omega after all, which makes you the packs whore. The only reason we haven't used you is because we all have our pair, and our alpha doesn't." Isaac said before pushing past Stiles and going to catch up with Erica and Boyd, leaving Stiles standing there all by himself.

The sound of the town's bell rang, echoing throughout the whole quiet library. It made Stiles jump as Isaac's words sinked into his head. "I-I was just a t-toy?" He choked out as tears fell down the apples of his cheeks. His legs gave out and he fell to the hard wooden floor. He felt sick, his heart ached and his stomach churned uncomfortably. Of course, it had to be real. Why would he even think that a guy like Derek would even be interested in a weak, annoying, and ugly human boy like him? He was just an easy lay... that's all he was to Derek.

He couldn't control the tears or the loud sobbing that escaped his shaken up body. So he collected himself the best he could before running out. He ran home, not even bothering to greet the people on the streets that passed him by with a small wave or 'Hello'. When he got there, his dad wasn't home but someone else was. "Hello Stiles," the stranger said as he busied with looking through the contents of his desk.

"W-who ar-are you?" Stiles stuttered out as he backed up with thoughts of escaping but only ended up bumping into something hard, and before he could turn to look he was knocked out.

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Stiles woke up in a dark room with a soft futon laid under him. He had hardly had time to look around properly when the same voice as before was once again ringing in his ears. "Your finally awake" he heard someone say before they stepped out of the darkness for Stiles to see. Stiles cowered away when the man held his hand out to touch him. "Don't be afraid pup, I won't hurt you." The man said as he caressed Stiles cheek. "What do you want from me?" Stiles asked terrified of what the man would do and could do.

"From you? Nothing but your mate has something I want," Deucalion said as he pulled his hand back before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"M-mate?.. I-I'm no one's mate..." Stiles said as he pulled his legs closer to his chest and away from the man sitting just at arm's length from him.

"Ah, but you are...I'm sure Derek is willing to pay anything for you," Deucalion said through a grin as his eyes followed the clawed hand that caressed up his leg.

"You're wrong... I mean nothing to Derek or his pack... I'm an outcast..." Stiles said as he tried not to flinch away from the foreign touch before looking up at Deucalion, who brought his clawed hand up to caress harshly against his neck, obviously in threat of what he was capable of. "B-But if you promise not to hurt me I'll help you, I'll do a lot more then help you just please don't take me back to Derek." Stiles practically begged as he looked from Deucalion to the men who had entered the room. That really seemed to take Deucalion by surprise, at least that's what he thought.

Deucalion was quick to compose himself and almost laughed at the determination in the boy's voice. "You are willing to aid me get what I want, and just so I do not return you to Derek? My, what an interesting bargain chip we have acquired." The men standing behind Deucalion let out various of scoffs and chuckles. "And what could have possibly made a pack mate want to run away from his alpha?" Deucalion asked out of pure curiosity.

"I was never seen as pack in his eyes, I was lying to myself. Derek only used me for his benefits, making false promises. I don't want to be his toy anymore; I want to be free of him." Stiles said as tears build in his eyes. The tone in his voice was sincere, and told the werewolves just how disgusted he was with himself for believing in an incompetent alpha.

The sadness and heart break that came from the boy's voice made Deucalion feel sorry for him. "Alright pup, what do you suppose we do?" he said.

Stiles gave a teary smile at Deucalion as he placing his hands on his belly.

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Everyone was devastated; it had been nearly 6 months since Stiles had gone missing. The sheriff was a mess but Melissa was keeping him intact.

The pack was made a mess, they've tried sniffing him out but his scent had seemed to vanish off the face of the earth. Scott blamed himself, everyone did actually. They were all giving up hope on finding Stiles, without a trace of his scent or an idea of where their omega could have gone. Everyone was finally settling with the idea that perhaps Stiles was dead. Even the human search party had stopped searching for him a month before the pack started to settle with the idea.

That was until today, when Derek got a sudden call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" Derek answered half hoping it was Stiles.

"Hello Derek, any luck finding your little human bitch?" The voice said in a teasing tone making Derek growl.

"Who is this?!" Derek snarled as he clenched the phone tightly in his hand.

"That doesn't matter. Right now I want to discuss a trade. You have something I want, and I have something you want." Deucalion said, his voice still in that irritating happy tone that was ticking Derek off, but he would listen since he assumed the 'what he wants' was meant to hint that this person had Stiles.

"What do you want?" Derek said as he gritted his teeth.

"Nothing much, just your mothers claws and a couple thousand dollars in exchange for Stiles," The man said as if he was not asking for much.

Everyone in the room could hear it even though it wasn't on speaker. The pack had perked up at the mention of Stiles, whoever this person was, had stiles. Peter, however, snarled and said "No! Those claws are more valuable than your human!"

Derek snarled at Peter, making him forcefully back off.

"Do we have a deal?" The voice said.

"...Yes" Derek forcefully let out before the call ended with instructions of where the trade would be made as well as with a warning of not bothering to double cross them.

"Are you insane? You and I both know your human isn't worth handing your mother's claws over for!" Peter scolded his nephew and alpha.

"I don't care about the worth of the claws! I have to get Stiles back at all costs!" Derek snarled before heading towards his room with Scott following behind him.

They met just on the edge of the woods just like Deucalion had said. Derek had his mother's claws in one hand and the money in the other. Peter was opposed to him giving so much up just for Stiles, but Stiles was his and giving this for him was nothing to him.

He waited for Deucalion in the location they promised to meet. But it seemed that he would not show, the place was quiet for some time, until he heard the sound of leaves crumbling. He turned in the direction it came, only to see Deucalion and a few of his pack. The werewolf had said they would meet alone, but other alpha had shown up with a few of his pack, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the only one who broke our rules." Deucalion defended as he looked off towards where Scott was hiding.

Derek didn't say anything to that, instead he searched the small group opposite to him but didn't find Stiles with them. "I have what you want but where is Stiles?" Derek snarled as he clutched to the objects in his possession in distrust.

"Well give him to you when you give us what we want." Deucalion said with a wide grin as he held his hand out to receive what he had come here to get.

Derek hissed in annoyance but just pulled the cylinder container holding the claws and holding it up to show Deucalion before throwing it to him.

Deucalion caught the claws before handing them to his side man and letting him check if it was indeed the claws. When he was given a nod Deucalion looked at Derek and said, "Now that was only half of what I asked, and unless you only want half a Stiles hand over the other half of our deal."

Derek gripped the bag in his other hand before tossing it at Deucalion's feet "It's $50,000, you can count it, it's all there."

"No, I'll take your word for it," Deucalion said with a grin before picking the bag up and about to walk away. Derek's words forced him to come to a stop, "Deucalion! We had a deal! You got the claws and the money, now hand over Stiles."

Deucalion's grin grew even wider as he said, "Right, here you go then." he said as he pulled a silver container with golden designs that was to awfully close to a cremation urn, and rolled it to Derek's feet.

Derek crouched down and picked it up, he looked at it confused. What the hell was this? His eyes left the urn before looking towards Deucalion as a growl erupted out of him, "What the hell is this?! This wasn't the deal!"

"Ah, but it was. You wanted Stiles, well now you have him in a nice cremation urn if I do say so myself. Now you can take him where ever you want without worrying about him talking back. You're welcome." Deucalion said as he pointed to the container before letting out a chuckle when he noticed Derek's face scrunch up in utter horror, "I never said I'd give him to you alive now did I?"

Derek's eyes widen in shock, "You bastard!" Scott yelled as he came out of hiding and ran towards Deucalion but the alpha quickly fled before he could reach him. Derek was to shaken up to move from his place as his eyes stayed glued to the container holding Stiles ashes. There was no doubt that this was indeed Stiles. He could smell the faint burnt scent of Stiles coming from it. Tears fell down the side of the alpha's cheeks as a howl escaped him, letting his cry of loss be echoed throughout the wilderness.

/16 Years Later/

The peace between the human world and the Supernatural world was in havoc and all because some werewolf had decided to rise in the east and make a name for herself. The 'Immortal Queen', as most called her, had been taking territory after territory expanding her domain, as well as adding to her pack. The Queen was feared by all humans and creatures alike. However, lucky for the Hale pack, the worst they had been met with was with smaller groups of werewolves challenging them for their territory. The Queen didn't seem to be keen on traveling west towards Beacon Territory but that didn't mean that they the Queen would not soon come marching towards their territory in attempts to claim it.

A lot of things had happened in the last 16 years since Stiles death. Besides the chaos caused by the Queen, their pack had changed as well. For one, their bond had faltered but they remained a pack for the sake of getting revenge and their people. The pack had even expanded by six new werewolf members born into the pack. Allison and Scott had two pups of their own, their eldest was a 13 year old boy named Andrew and their youngest was a little 10 years old girl named, Sarah. Isaac and Peter had a little boy as well named Damien that was 12 years old. Lydia and Jackson also had a 10 year old little girl named Jessica. Erica and Boyd had two little boys named Darrel, 14, and Joey, 9. The hunters and a few dozen humans had also joined the Hale pack, and all played important roles in the pack.

For years they had kept taps on Deucalion in hopes of one day catching the rotten alpha and making him pay for killing Stiles but since about 3 year ago they lost taps on him. Deucalion had vanished so suddenly. The last they had heard of him was when Peter had chased him to the boarder of the Queen's lands, but he had not dare to cross them. He knew the dangers that lay within her domain, and would be a fool to cross them. Instead, he had returned with word for Derek of the events but they weren't sure what to make of it. There was no way to confirm if Deucalion had been killed off by the Queen or joined her immensely growing pack. They wanted to believe the worst but they would not be so foolish to believe it until they saw it.

Derek and his men were just returning from a battle just north of their lands from a werewolf attack who was attempting to overtake their lands. It seemed that the packs of werewolves were getting bigger with the recent days.

"Uncle Derek!" Joey, the runt of Erica and Boyd ran over to him and clinged onto his leg like he usually did when Derek came back from a long trip or battle. Heck, the child would do it even after being parted for a minute. "Get off me runt," Derek said with no real heat behind his words as he kept walking even with the child still clinging to his leg as various of 'weees' left him.

Joey was one of the few of the children who actually approached Derek with such boldness but if Derek was honest, Joey was his favorite. There was just something pure about the child that reminded him of Stiles. "You promised to play with me when you returned," Joey whined as he pursed his lips together in a pout.

"Does your mom know you're here?" Derek asked as he stopped walking and pulled the kid into his arms while the few hunters, Peter, and Scott that had returned with him from the battle walked past him towards their homes to see their families. "Probably not," Peter said with a grin as he ruffled Joey's hair as he walked past them.

Joey just stuck his tongue out at Peter. Of course, the child wondered off on his own, and that was a problem especially with the threat being so near their boarders. "Joey, you can't just wonder off like that. You have to tell your mom where you are going so she won't be too worried." Derek scolded the squirming child in his arms. He knew Joey hated being scolded as much as Derek hated being the one scolding him.

"And your absolutely right about that," They both heard Boyd's voice say. Joey began to whimper and immediately clung to Derek so tightly that Derek was having trouble breathing. Being caught by his parents made the child wary and that much more reluctant to leave Derek's side to avoid punishment by his mother. "Besides coming here to get my son, I also came to tell you that someone has crossed our boarders. She made it to town without anyone noticing her but she doesn't appear to be a threat. Isaac and a few hunters have her surrounded. I'd hurry if I were you, who knows why she's even here." Boyd said as he took his son from Derek's arms, although it took him some effort to make his son release their alpha.

"What?!" Derek snarled before running off towards the town as soon as the child was removed from his person. Dammit, how the hell did someone cross their boarders without him noticing?

Boyd looked at his son and furrowed his brows, "You're in big trouble, buddy." Joey gave his daddy a cheeky smile, much like his mother's own mischievous smile.

When Derek stepped into town, the hunters and his pack that had surrounded the young woman moved away to make a path for him. He looked at the young woman with suspiciousness, but the scent was undeniable. She was no ordinary person. She was an alpha, and one much stronger than what he was if he was honest. No wonder his pack was so hostile. "Why have you crossed our boarders without my permission?" Derek snarled, he couldn't help but jump to the conclusion that she was here to take him down and take his territory.

The young woman looked at Derek, her beautiful honey orbs trace over him as if eying her prey but words never left her lips. She just turned her gaze away from Derek and looked around the town and at it's people looking at her with wary eyes. "I wanted to see just what the town my mother grew up in looked like." The young woman said with a soft voice.

"Your mother?" Derek repeated in confusion before his view of the woman was blocked by another person. The werewolves started to growl at his presence. Derek didn't need to look at the man to know who it was, his claws started to draw out as took a step closer to the man he had so long chased after.

"Deucalion." He snarled as the werewolves pack snarled at him and stepped closer towards the young woman and Deucalion.

"What a tough crowed," Deucalion said with a grin before looking around at the enclosing werewolves, "I just came to get my god daughter and leave."

"You won't be leaving here alive!" Scott hissed through his fangs as his brown orbs turned amber as he wolfed out.

Peter, Scott, Jackson, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, and Derek ran towards the two but the sudden growl that was let out by the young woman had everyone but Derek backing off from their attempt of an attack. "Touch him and you will be signing your death warrant!" The young woman snarled with much authority that it had werewolves lowering their heads at the young girl's words in instinct, and the few humans that had stuck around, questioning what was going on.

Derek, who was the only unfazed by the girl growled at her, restoring his rightful authority on his pack. The young woman backed off a bit lowering her head at the alpha, yet it wasn't fully lowered, which showed her defiance towards the current alpha.

"Your daughter is head strong just like her mother, Stiles." Deucalion said in a teasing tone before looking at the young woman, "And you Scar, you shouldn't have come here." He said in a more stir voice earning a growl from the girl, "More respect god father, you know mother will not take kindly to being referred to by such a name," before her eyes looked at Derek, giving him one last look over before she turned around and took off running.

"Stiles is alive?!" was all Derek could make of what the young woman had said.

Deucalion only let a grin slip past his lips as he said in a voice that taunted Derek, "Why no, Stiles is indeed dead." Before he too ran off in the direction the girl had gone in, and disappear all too fast for anyone to follow.

"What the hell is going on?" Derek let out uneasily as his hand ran through his hair in frustration.