Stiles was lost…

It was embarrassing really. One moment, he had been walking through the woods, basket full of treats for his sick grandmother in hand. Then the next thing he knew, he was walking off the path, lured by the sight of ripe raspberries. He had began collecting them in his handy basket. But when he had cleaned the bush, he had looked up, only to see another bush, laden with even more berries than the first.

The temptation was too real.

Every time he finished with one bush, another appeared ahead, always with more berries than the last. By the time he had finally run out of bushes to collect from, he had no idea where he was….

And that was an hour ago.

"Nice going, Stilinski." He mumbled to himself, tripping and stumbling across the forest floor. "You have proved to the entire forest that you are a freaking princess, who needs a big strong Alpha to come and rescue you. How poetic can this get…"

As he trekked through the forest, he continued berating himself.

"Stupid berries…oldest trick in the book…stupid Alpha's…He was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't hear the sounds of someone approaching.

"Well, well… what a lovely little treat I've discovered."

He screamed and flew around, flailing in who knows what at the stranger.

God, he really was pathetic.

Somehow the stranger managed to grab ahold of his wrists, bringing them up against his chest, pulling Stiles with them. God, this guy was strong.

Speaking of whom…

Stiles' mouth dropped open as he stilled suddenly, upon looking up and…well, looking at the stranger.

Soft stubble grazed his jaw and an inquisitive smirk graced his lips. Alpha red eyes, glowing with intelligence and smug superiority, stared into his. Stiles felt himself go limp, practically melting into the Alpha.

His eyes flashed Omega blue in response as he whined in confusion.

The Alpha's expression softened, even as a possessive growl rumbled out from his chest. Stiles could feel it against his own, and he mewled as his entire body tensed and was flooded with heat.

No.

Fuck…

It was his Heat.