10 Years Makes All the Difference

by Endraking

10 years have past since Monroe's hunters and the Anuk-Ite were defeated in Beacon Hills. A tragedy results in Melissa being hospitalized and clinging to life. The pack reaches out to their own members and their allies during this time. Theo receives a different call, one to deal with the forces that set this into motion. Sexually Explicit; Violence; Language

1. Chapter 1

Black Coffee and Curly Fries

It had been almost ten years since the dark-haired man left the odd and sometimes outlandish place he knew as his hometown, Beacon Hills. He remembered the fights, arguments, and danger but the point that pierced through him was the weak acceptance and eventual ostracism. He chuckled lightly at the thought of returning, of seeing faces that he hadn't acknowledged in years. His numb heart strings tugged a little since ten years was a long time but also ten years of a version of forced loneliness was enough to even cast his former allies in a sort of rose colored light. He knew that he shouldn't be returning, he knew that he shouldn't care what was going on and why he was called back, but he also knew that events like this, events that rocked a group to their core, were exactly the reason that the man who lived in the shadows of friendship, the shadows of being pack would return.

He was knocked out of his reverie by the gentle bump of another man sitting down next to him at the bar in the diner. He continued to stare into the cup of darkness that sat in front of him as the broad man gently apologized.

He glanced around the almost empty diner, devoid of anyone excluding the tired waitress and the two men, before he looked to the man. The waitress stepped over and emotionlessly asked, "What'll you have?"

The tall, broad, curly haired man innocently asked, "Is it too late to get an order of curly fries?"

The woman nodded as she placed her order pad back into the front pocket of her worn apron and followed up, "What do you want to drink with that?"

The man quickly replied, "Just a water."

She nodded and mumbled, "Coming right up." The waitress stepped into the back and the tall man looked over, at the dark-haired man. His deep blue eyes widened as he saw the state of him. He asked, "What happened to you?"

The dark-haired man grimaced for a moment as he had completely forgot about the altercation at the biker bar not five miles down the road. He quickly recovered and smugly grinned as he responded, "A couple of guys thought I was pretty and a pretty good target. They learned why they were wrong."

Before he could stop himself, the curly haired man mumbled, "Not about the first part."

The dark-haired man widened his grin as a little color came to his cheeks, "Really."

The dirty blonde curly haired man looked over the other man and pointed towards the side of his stomach, "You're still bleeding. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

The dark-haired man laughed after he took a breath and caught the scents that clung to his new acquaintance, "I don't know. Do you go to the hospital if someone stabbed you?" The grin widened as the man took a moment too long to respond and the heart rate shift indicated a pretty blatant lie.

"Yeah. Of course. That's a stupid question."

The dark-haired man's eyes flashed golden as he maintained eye contact with the deep blues of the curly haired man, "Is it that stupid of a question?"

The curly haired man's eyes flashed deep red for a moment before they returned to normal, "I guess you are right. But how did you know?"

The dark-haired man laughed with an air of condescension, "Come on Wolfy, surely you know you smell like a pack. Or is it normal for you to smell like you've been scented by four separate people." The dark-haired man mused for a moment and a seductive grinned crossed his face, "Then again, if that's normal then we might need to get your fry order to go."

The curly haired man gasped from the initial comment and his face reddened from the second, "What? Are you always this forward?"

The dark-haired man eyed up the curly haired man. He saw his broad shoulders the led down to his thick, sculpted arms. His torso covered with a dark grey Henley that was just tight enough to make out the musculature of his defined chest. He watched the Adam's apple bounce up and back to hiding behind the light black scarf the man wore. The dark-haired man licked his lips from lust as he broke his assessment and responded, "With a man like you, always."

The curly haired man felt the ravenous gaze and smelled the budding arousal which caused his face to flush more. He weakly replied, "You don't even know my name."

The dark-haired man grinned wider, "So that's a yes on getting your fries to go?"

The curly haired man's mouth fell open in disbelief as his eyes widened, "What? I didn't say that?"

The dark-haired man laughed lightly as he placed his hand on his acquaintances knee, "A deflected question that doesn't even refute the statement. Yeah, you did. And to make you feel better about it, my name is Clyde."

The curly haired man replied, "Clyde. I'm Isaac. Does your pack live in Beacon Hills?"

Clyde lowly chuckled, "No." He slowly slid his hand up as he looked up into Isaac's eyes.

Isaac weakly cleared his throat as he felt the warm touch of this veritable stranger invading his personal space. He asked, "Oh. Are you new to Beacon Hills? If you need me to, I can introduce you to the alpha that protects this territory."

Clyde shook his head, "No need Isaac. They already know me. You seemed real concerned about my well-being. It's cute. Kind of like how you are puppy cute."

Isaac growled as he leaned forward and flashed his fangs as a sign of strength. Clyde's eyes widened, briefly, before he laughed hard, "That's adorable puppy. Before you start with twenty questions, again, just do what you should've done already and read my scent."

Isaac leaned forward and inhaled the scent of the confusing and infuriating, yet attractive man. He picked up on the loneliness, the long time spent on the road, the confusion and the dread. Isaac whispered, "You're an omega?"

Clyde nodded his head, "Thank you. It took you long enough."

Isaac argued back, "What? I'm not that good at picking apart scents and reading signals."

Clyde raised an eyebrow and asked, "How long ago were you bit?"

Isaac's anger rose a little as he responded, "Around twelve years. How did you know that I am a bitten wolf?"

Clyde rolled his eyes and matter-of-factly responded, "You smell like your pack and you are wearing very tight, constricting clothes. Ergo, your pack is probably all bitten wolves since I don't see fur on your clothes and you clearly don't shift full wolf often."

Clyde mischievously grinned for a moment before he lightly inquired, "You can full shift, right?"

Isaac sighed and shook his head, "No." He thought for a moment before he asked, "How do you know all this? You're an omega but for how long?"

Clyde thought for a moment, "I've been an omega for around twenty years. I briefly had a pack in my teens, but it didn't work out."

Isaac's eyes widened in disbelief, "How? Omegas don't last long on their own."

Clyde wore a toothy grin, "Let's just say I don't follow the norms. Are you done asking questions? I'd like to get to the part just before one of us sneaks out of the motel room."

Isaac gasped as the door to the kitchen opened and Clyde quickly removed his hand and faced his coffee. The waitress walked over with a plate of curly fries and set them in front of him. He was lost for words for a moment when she asked, "Can I get anything else for you?"

Isaac slowly shook his head as Clyde lowly whispered, so low that only supernatural hearing could hear it, "A to go box so I can distract you from why you came back to Beacon Hills."

As the waitress turned to walk away, Isaac almost childishly responded, "Actually. Can I get these to go?"

The waitress sighed and walked towards the back as Clyde glanced over with a smug grin, "Good choice."

She returned quickly with a large white Styrofoam container and set it down next to Isaac. Clyde reached into his pocket and handed her a bill. He emotionlessly remarked, "For both."

She looked at the hundred-dollar bill and her eyes widened, "We don't have change for this."

Clyde smirked, "Then I guess you'll just have to keep the change then."

She gasped as he stood up and looked to Isaac who dumped the fries into the container. "Come on Isaac, the rest of the morning awaits."

Isaac stood up and followed Clyde as he walked out the front door. When he stepped outside, Clyde pulled a pack of Marlboro reds and a zippo out of his jacket. He put one in his mouth and sparked the zippo, lighting the cigarette. He took a long drag before he looked back to Isaac, "You're Isaac Lahey, aren't you?"

Isaac responded as he eyed the cigarette, "Yeah. How'd you know that?"

Clyde took a long pull from the cigarette, "Your dad was the captain of the high school swim team. I remember you from elementary school. You sure grew up in every good way."

Isaac stepped up next to Clyde and said, "You went to school with me?"

Clyde grinned as he flicked the ashes from the cigarette, "Yeah. I doubt you remember me though. Let's just say I tended to blend into the background."

Clyde started to walk towards a motorcycle as Isaac walked with him, "Where do you want to take this conversation? Or did you just want me to pay for your food?"

Isaac looked at the motorcycle and then over to his beat-up truck, "You really expect me to just follow you to a sleazy motel?"

Clyde looked to Isaac and grinned, "That's exactly what you will do." The dark-haired man put on his helmet and started up the motorcycle. Isaac quickly ran to his truck and jumped in. He quickly started it up and pursued the motorcycle as Clyde drove away. They barely made it into Beacon Hills when Clyde pulled into the parking lot of a dump of a motel. There were a few vehicles parked there and the office was had a dim light.

Clyde pulled the bike into a parking spot on the desolate side of the motel and turned it off. He grinned as he saw the truck pull into the parking lot. He climbed off the bike and walked to the stairs. He made it to the second floor of the wrap around motel when Isaac stepped out of the truck. He pulled off his helmet and looked to the wolf. His voice carried the energy of his grin as he yelled, "Enjoying the chase?"

Isaac looked up at the dark-haired man and grinned as he ran up the stairs as he chased after him. Clyde barely got the door unlocked and opened before Isaac was on him and pushed him into the room. Clyde's helmet tumbled to the floor as he stumbled backwards before his leg clipped the bed and he fell. His butt barely hit the bed before Isaac's hands caught him and as the curly haired man pulled him into a sloppy, passionate kiss. Initially, Isaac dominated the kiss but as they deepened it, Clyde pushed back and took control. He forced himself into the alpha's mouth where their tongues met. After several moments, Clyde pulled away and the golden orbs connected with the crimson ones.

Clyde smugly grinned, which was accentuated by his red, puffy lips, "I take it you like the chase, Isaac."

As the words hung in the air, Isaac maintained his dominant position but after a brief moment, he innocently and nervously laughed, "It's hot."

Clyde pushed the alpha back as he stood up, the same grin widening, "Hot? You haven't seen that yet."

Isaac began to react but stopped as Clyde grabbed the alpha's hand and threw him to the bed. Clyde tossed off his leather jacket and pulled off his bloody, baggy, white t shirt. When he tossed it to the floor he watched Isaac's eyes. The wolf drank in the sight of Clyde's chiseled and ripped torso. The dark-haired man could've sworn the wolf was counting his abs as the red orbs stayed glued to his nicely tanned but scarred torso as the dark-haired man gyrated his hips and closed the distance between the two.

Isaac asked, his voice husky with lust, "How'd you get these scars?"

Clyde stopped dancing and raised an eyebrow, "Really? That's your question? How about bar fights are pretty normal for me and my work isn't much better."

Clyde unstrapped his riding boots while Isaac nodded and probed further, "What do you do for work?"

Clyde groaned and tossed a boot at the still cracked door, closing it as it engaged the automatic lock. "Are you kidding me Wolfy? I teased you up here to fuck, not interview me."

Clyde walked away from Isaac and reached into his pockets, placing his wallet, cell, and keys on the nightstand as the wolf responded, "Sorry. I just saw the scars and thought about what could scar a wolf."

Clyde sighed as he walked back in front of the wolf and unfastened his belt and slid his pants to the floor. Isaac swallowed difficultly as he saw the tanned muscular legs that hid behind the baggy jeans. His eyes travelled over those scars as well. Clyde responded, "I know you've dealt with hunters. Some of the things they use scar us. I figured as an alpha of a pack, you'd know that." Clyde's words carried a bit of a bite with his last comment.

Isaac stood up and nervously responded, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I should probably just head into town."

Clyde smirked as he looked to the motel clock, "You have somewhere you need to be at 2:37 in the morning but not something so serious to stop you from getting curly fries."

Isaac weighed the other wolf's logic and replied, "Well not exactly but I don't know you."

Clyde rolled his eyes shook his head, "Fine. Whatever you want Isaac Lahey. But you should know you've got a spot on your shirt."

Isaac looked to his shirt as he pulled it away from his body, "Where?"

Clyde mischievously grinned as he extended a claw on his pointer finger and clawed a line down the front of the shirt. With Isaac's tension on the fabric, it split open as it exposed his well-defined cream-colored torso. Clyde remarked, "Oops. My mistake."

Isaac looked at the fabric and then to Clyde, who licked his lips as he eyed the alpha's built chest. Isaac could smell his arousal, but anger flooded his veins as he growled, "What the fuck?"

Clyde's golds met Isaac's reds as he growled back, "Exactly. What are you so worried about? Or is that your only shirt? If it is, you can have one of mine, but they might actually fit since I don't buy my clothes from baby Gap."

Isaac stepped forward and pushed Clyde into the wall. Clyde rebounded quickly and threw Isaac onto the bed. Isaac's body lay prone for a second longer than he meant, and Clyde flew on top of him, straddling his waist. Isaac could feel and smell Clyde's arousal as he struggled against the smaller man's grip. He felt his anger shift and the contest of mating between the wolves had already begun.

Clyde stared into Isaac's eyes and the moment the wolf's feelings shifted, he threw his fanged mouth forward and their mouths clashed in an aggressive kiss. Clyde yanked away Isaac's fragment of a shirt and his hands eagerly shifted to the taller wolf's belt and pants. They fought for dominance in the kiss as Isaac arched his back so Clyde could slide the tight jeans down to his knees.

Isaac brought his hand around to the back of Clyde's head, but the smaller wolf pulled away when he felt the pressure. Isaac looked confused shortly before Clyde dove into the area between the shoulder and neck of the pale wolf. The dark-haired man littered it with kisses as he rubbed his face against it.

Isaac trembled as he said, "You're scenting me. I only let my pack do that."

Clyde leaned back, his smug grin returned, "Doesn't seem like you are fighting it too much, Big Bad Alpha."

Isaac growled and snarled his teeth as Clyde ignored him and returned to the tender part of the alpha's neck, around his ear. Isaac rolled his head to the side as he breathlessly moaned, "Fuck me."

Clyde whispered, his moist hot words vibrated against the alpha's ear, "Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly." As the smaller wolf finished speaking, he nipped at the alpha's ears and grinded his hard, clothed cock against the alpha's.

Isaac moaned loudly as he grinded up against the smaller wolf. He could feel the heat but also how both men had already soaked through their underwear. Isaac pleaded, "Can we just skip the foreplay and fuck already?"

Clyde leaned back and shrugged, "I don't know. I thought you'd enjoy this more."

Isaac's face was completely flushed, and his breathing was rapid as the man continued to grind their cocks together, "Maybe I don't want you to make love to me. Maybe I just want a dirty fuck."

There was a glint in Clyde's golden eyes as his mischievous grin reappeared, "If we don't take it slow, it'll hurt."

Isaac growled, "I'll heal."

Clyde laughed as he slid off the alpha and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. He ordered, "Take off your pants."

Isaac obediently slid his pants and underwear to the floor. He retrieved his cell and set it on the nightstand on the opposite side. Clyde glanced back over, a bottle of lube in hand, as he slid his underwear off. He took in the sight of the pale man's body as he popped the bottle cap and poured some on his cock. As he stroked it he said, "So you are sure you don't want me to help prepare you?"

Isaac growled, "I'm good."

Clyde nodded and ordered in a husky voice, "Turn over."

Isaac rolled himself over and got to his hands and knees. Before he realized the movement, he felt the cool slickness of the lube against his hole. He swallowed difficultly as he realized this might hurt a bit more than he thought. When he felt the size of Clyde's thick blunt head against his hole, he regretted not looking and feeling before he demanded.

Fiery pain shot through the alpha which forced him to growl as Clyde thrust himself in and completely bottomed out on his first push. Isaac gasped deeply and had to remind himself to breath. He weakly released, "Fuck" as he felt the unusual sensation of pain being leeched. The dark-haired man said, "I knew it would hurt. Let me know when you are good."

Isaac growled, "Fuck me already."

Clyde deeply laughed as he pulled almost completely out and slammed it back in. He repeated this slow, long pace as Isaac's pain subsided. After a couple of minutes, the alpha grew accustom to the thick fullness and began to slam his ass back onto the cock that tried to impale him. As Isaac pushed back more, Clyde increased his pace. The loud slapping of skin, the dirty moans and fleeting expletives filled the hotel room. Clyde relentlessly pounded the alpha's hole and kept grazing his prostate which had the taller wolf seeing stars.

The pressure continued to build as Isaac moaned, "Harder. Fuck me as hard as you can." Clyde growled, and Isaac felt the sharp pain of claws tearing into his hips. Isaac involuntarily tightened up from the pain which caused Clyde's body to vibrate as he growled. Isaac panted as the pain and pleasure began to redefine themselves.

After another minute, Clyde's movements became more erratic as he moaned, "I'm getting close."

Isaac growled, completely wolfed out, "Harder." Almost as soon as he said that, he could feel the pressure increase inside of him. Clyde powerfully slammed into the alpha but it felt like he was getting even harder. The alpha's muscles stretched around this new hardness, but he felt a slight burn as it grew thicker. By the third time the thickness around the base of the omega's cock popped out, Isaac's eyes widened, "You have a knot?!"

Clyde's claws dug into the alpha's hips deeper as he thrust in which caused his muscles to put a vice like grip around the knot. Clyde's chest rumbled as his knot locked them into place and he continued to pound Isaac's prostate with short, powerful thrusts. The girth and fullness with his battered prostate singing caused the release to come to the alpha. His mind went blank as his senses focused to a refined point and the electricity of the orgasm caused his body to shiver and convulse. He moaned loudly as the omega pulled them down onto the bed and he felt the hot seed fill him as he spilled across the bed.

After a few moments, he still felt the aftershocks, the omega still firmly locked inside him. Isaac slowly came to his senses, his mind enjoying the brief reset as he felt more hot seed spurt inside him. He looked back as the omega placed gentle kisses on his back, "You lied."

Clyde met the gaze, "About what?"

Isaac growled, "Only born wolves have knots."

Clyde grinned, "That's not true. Your ass proves that right now."

Isaac growled as his cell began to ring. He looked at it before looking back to Clyde, "Can I answer that?"

Clyde laughed, "I don't care. We are going to be stuck like this for at least half an hour so don't expect privacy."

Isaac huffed as the two men scooted towards the nightstand and the alpha answered the phone.

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded downtrodden and beaten up by life. The once vibrant young True Alpha sounded more like a defeated man as he said, "Isaac, I hope I didn't wake you up."

Isaac nervously laughed as Clyde reached around the taller wolf and began to stroke his thick, pink cock, "No, I'm up."

"The doctors aren't holding out much hope. I just hate seeing her like this."

Isaac hated the grin he felt against his back as the man stroked him back hard as he talked to his old friend, "Yeah. Maybe things might get better. We can't lose hope, right?"

"Dad- I mean Chris thinks you should stop by the hospital when you get into town. Do you know when you'll make it?"

Isaac bit his lip as the omega stroked him faster. His ass clenched around the knot. Clyde gently thrusted the knot in the alpha, hitting the prostate each time. Isaac almost moaned, "Yeah, I'll be there by 10 or 11. I'm just tied up at the moment."

Clyde giggled softly from the comment as Scott responded, "I can understand."

Isaac fought back another soft moan as the phone line hung with an uncomfortable silence. After another moment Scott asked, "Who is with you Isaac?"

Isaac swallowed audibly as he responded, "This guy we grew up with. He's an omega but seems pretty cool. We met outside of town. His name is Clyde, do you know a Clyde?"

Scott laughed a little, "No but I am glad you aren't alone with this tonight. Tell Clyde I said Hi."

Isaac looked back to Clyde but before he could speak, Clyde responded, "Hi Scott. It's different to hear your voice again."

The phone line went silent for a moment and Isaac hissed as the heat pooled in his gut. His impending orgasm announced itself as he shook against the hard, thick knot.

"Isaac. His name isn't Clyde."

Isaac shook with surprise and through his pleasure as he mumbled, "What?"

Before Scott could speak, the waves of pleasure poured over the alpha and once again he made a mess on the bed.

"His name is Theo, Theo Raeken."

Isaac dropped the phone and looked back to Clyde, "You're Theo?"

Theo smugly grinned, "Well, you found out my lie. To be fair though, that was the only lie."

Isaac growled as Scott argued, "Isaac. Don't do anything crazy."

Isaac grabbed the phone and said, "I'm going to have a talk with Mr. Raeken. I'll see you in a few hours."

"See you soon."

Isaac hung up the phone and glared at the chimera as he grinned at the alpha, "Why did you lie to me?"

Theo raised an eyebrow and stated, "Would we have fucked if you knew who I was?"

Isaac argued, "No."

Theo retorted with equal enthusiasm, "Exactly. You bumped into me at the diner and the rest is history."

"Is this some ridiculous plan of yours?"

Theo rolled his eyes as another aftershock travelled through him. He sarcastically replied, "Really? My plan was to be incredibly vulnerable to an alpha wolf by sticking my cock up his ass. You've got me Isaac."

Isaac pulled himself forward which caused Theo to groan in pain, "Why are you back in Beacon Hills?"

Theo scooted forward and said, "Fuck, don't tear my dick off. I'm back for a similar reason you are. You know what happened wasn't an accident right?"

Isaac gasped, "What?"

Theo shook his head, "Someone did this to Melissa. That's why I was called to come back."

Isaac argued, "Who would call you?"

Theo argued back, "Two people actually. Stiles called for the best tracker the Calaveras have, which is your truly and Lydia called me personally to come back."

"What?"

Theo replied, "You are going back to help Scott and Chris through this. I am going back to end whoever caused this."

Isaac spat, "You know Scott wouldn't stand for killing anyone."

Theo rolled his eyes, "No shit. But that's why Scott didn't call me. Don't think everyone in the old pack still holds that ideal."

Isaac interrogated, "Why would Lydia call you? Also, why are you working for the Calaveras?"

Theo laughed darkly, "That's easy. Lydia called me because if the problem isn't dealt with, more people will die. And I've worked with the Calaveras since I left Beacon Hills. They wanted someone who had nothing to lose to tear into the batshit crazy hunters that still follow Monroe. So, I became their eyes, ears, and claws. It doesn't hurt that they pay me well."

Isaac thought for a moment, "Wait, the bar fight tonight."

Theo sighed as the alpha put the pieces together, "Yeah. It didn't happen exactly like I said but I was stabbed by a hunter at that biker bar tonight. I just might've been roughing him up for information beforehand."

Isaac sighed and barely moaned, "Fuck. I didn't know it was this serious." He collected himself, "Still, why lie to me?"

Theo chuckled, "You've got a nice ass and if there is one thing I have learned over the past decade, take your pleasure where you can because nothing is promised."

They laid in bed for a while before Theo's knot went down and he slipped out of the alpha. The chimera rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Isaac heard the sink and said, "I should probably go."

Theo stepped back into the room with a wet washcloth and tossed it to the alpha. He held another one and cleaned himself, "Not yet you aren't. I'm going to teach you something before you leave."

Isaac wiped himself clean and demanded, "What can you teach me?"

Theo grinned, "You've been a wolf for over a decade and can't fully shift. That ends tonight."

Isaac rolled his eyes, "Only born wolves can."

Theo shook his head, "Bullshit. But if I am wrong, what do you have to lose?"

Isaac thought for a moment, "I guess nothing."

Theo grinned, "Good thing we are already naked."