Trigger Warning: I labeled the sex scene in this chapter as non-con, technically it's dub-con, but it can still trigger people so please read with caution! The scene appears at the end of the chapter.

A/N: Diverges from season 3A when Derek doesn't believe Peter's bullshit and so Cora dies, but Derek remains an alpha. He teams up with Jennifer to ultimately betray her and help Scott. Jennifer wounds Kali, but she doesn't die and starts to heal before the eclipse, managing to drag herself to the clinic where the twins are healing. Basically everyone is still an alpha (except Peter, as always). However, since Scott kills Jennifer before the eclipse Deucalion's sight was never restored.

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Scott's claws sunk deep, cutting through tendons and slicing the jugular. Jennifer's blood splashed on the ground and his fate sealed. It just wasn't the fate people assumed.

Scott felt the change as it came over him, a darkness that clicked in his mind, spreading through his blood and seeping into his person. Deucalion had believed killing Jennifer would destroy him, that by killing an innocent he could not become a true alpha.

Problem was, Jennifer wasn't an innocent. And as her body hit the floor, Scott's powers came to fruition, fully developed and cementing his dominance. His eyes swirled to life with red energy and he could feel the two wolves next to him tense. Scott was a true alpha now, at the expense of the boy he had been.

A delicate whisper brushed across his mind, chest ringing hollow as something died inside of him. Pressure built behind his eyes and the world was too quiet. Scott didn't understand why, but his instincts screamed to howl and he caved against the onslaught of whirling emotions. Long and loud, his cry carried across the cold night, burning through muscles until they ached. Pain and confusion washed away with the power he could feel rushing through him; he let it consume all doubts.

"Scott?" Derek called from the ground, voice carefully neutral. He and Deucalion collapsed at Scott's roar, his command sending them back into human form weakened, judging by the slight tremble in their bodies.

It dragged Scott's racing mind to a halt; he could control alphas—even demon wolves—with just his voice. Power on this scale was something he'd never thought or cared to achieve. Glancing down at his wavering hands, Scott sucked in a deep breath, unchained darkness lurching forward and he stilled as it washed over the world.

His hands slowly unclenched and control bled into his eyes.

"What have you done?" Derek turned to Deucalion, eyes flashing and mouth set. The older wolf didn't answer, but Scott could sense the panic rolling off him. He was now everything Deucalion had feared.

"It's fine, Derek," Scott replied, calm and steady, his voice deeper than he remembered and with an authority it never held before. "Be prepared."

"For what—" Derek broke off as a shadow cast itself over them. The wolf vanished from Scott's mind suddenly and the world dulled, becoming less defined.

The lunar eclipse was upon them. The wolf was gone, but the bitter taste of sin lingered and Scott's objective remained.

He strode up to Deucalion, footsteps hard and heavy, and picked him up, slamming him against the wall, held only by Scott's arm. The red was gone from Deucalion's eyes, only a glazed milky blue was left. The man flinched, groaning as his head cracked against the metal.

"Scott!"

Derek made to step forward, but paused as he received a sharp glare from Scott. Without any of his wolf instincts, he still knew what Derek worried about. Scott's true nature came from him, not his wolf.

"I'm not going to kill him, Derek," he sighed, but pressed his arm across the other's neck, dominance and security in equal measure. "But things need to be discussed."

The older boy hesitated, but nodded after a moment and stepped back, arms going across his chest as he waited. Green eyes darted between the two wolves and observed. He understood the authority Scott was showcasing, but unsure of who to trust at the moment.

"Didn't realize you had a dark side, Scott," Deucalion said, his tone a feigned nonchalance. If Scott couldn't feel the other man's tremors he might have been convinced.

He spoke in Deucalion's ear, "You brought it out, I guess." Scott felt the stutter in the man's chest. "Tell me, have you ever been truly blind? You've always had your wolf sight to fall back on, right? How does it feel?"

Deucalion may still have been strong for an average human; Scott could feel the solid muscles through his clothes, but Scott was younger, faster, and could see.

As a human, Deucalion was completely helpless and the older man knew it. He guarded his emotions well, but humiliation and shame were easy to scent off of him and he didn't grace Scott with an answer. Overall it didn't matter. After another minute, Scott felt the shadow pass and the moon's power welcome him once more. The wolf reared within him, raw nature merging with his new darkness, and Scott's path was clear.

He stepped back and let Deucalion double over, watching him cough hard.

"My power is absolute," he declared, looking down at his once enemy and felt a sense of entitlement. "Your pack is mine. Submit." The command came out as a growl. Deucalion's eyes finally snapped to his, bright red and glowing with a challenge. His pride was still feeling the sting of embarrassment, Scott guessed. Obedience would have to be taught.

What had once felt like an impossible speed, Scott now easily met, dodging Deucalion's fist. So simple to track his movements suddenly, he and his wolf perfectly in sync, they were one now. No longer a battle of wills, but a single mind.

To quell any future thoughts of dissention, he decided to make the lesson quick and painful using the maximum amount of force. Lacrosse training useful as he swept under Deucalion's form, bringing a knee to the his stomach and crushing the air from his lungs. As he stumbled forward, Scott brought an elbow down on the back of his head, stunning the man. From there it was simple; a shove with his foot brought him to the floor, one hand bent an arm behind Deucalion's back and the other pinning his head to the floor.

"Submit," Scott ordered, pulling sharply on the arm, causing Deucalion to grit his teeth. "I will not ask again."

Deucalion twisted his head and red eyes found Scott's. It felt eternal, their heated stare, but it broke when the older wolf snarled at him.

It figured. If Deucalion was guilty of one sin, it would be pride.

With no hesitation or warning, Scott pulled the other up by his hair and bit down deeply in to the exposed length of neck. Deucalion thrashed, knowing what it meant, a pained "—No!" slipped from his lips before Scott clenched harder, asserting his dominance and the older wolf's voice choking out into a sob. Scott glanced up and saw Derek's eyes widen at the sight. As a born werewolf he knew exactly what this established: Scott's mark claimed Deucalion as his. A submissive in every sense of the word.

Scott held on a little longer, wanting the bite to take as long as possible to heal so that everyone would know. The only way to break pride was to completely crush it. He felt Deucalion go limp in his grasp, finally docile, and Scott released him, standing up as the other collapsed to the floor.

"Scott..."

Derek looked torn and Scott wiped his mouth as he met his gaze.

"I'm the Alpha," he reiterated, "but my pack is one short, and I could use someone I trust."

"What?" Derek frowned, body clenched tight and coiled, ready to fight if need be. "You mean me? You want me to join your pack?"

"You're an alpha," Scott clarified. "You were never given a chance to develop as one, though. Not with everything happening and trying to form your pack with barely any time. It was unfair. With me, we could finally be pack, like you always wanted." Scott walked up to the older boy, keeping his voice gentle. He knew what Derek craved. "We could be brothers. It'd take time, but you could have a family again." They were face to face and Scott pressed their foreheads together, a hand coming up to rest at the base of Derek's neck.

Now he understood why wolves were so physical; it was in their nature. With one touch he could communicate dominance and with another, his concern. "I've rejected you before and I'm sorry. This time, I'm asking you. Please Derek, join my pack, be my beta. Don't be alone anymore." He could tell when his words broke the other wolf, when he had won.

Scott knew Derek and what he wanted; everyone's got a weakness.

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Finding the twins and Kali was a simple matter of knowing where to look.

Only one place for injured werewolves to go during an eclipse to heal. At the clinic, a single glance at Deucalion's neck and they knew who their new leader was. Aiden moved to check on Deucalion, but a snarl from Scott taught him his place.

Lydia cowered in a corner, tears in her eyes, but mouth firm. She had figured out immediately that Scott was different, but she always had been clever. Scott entertained a brief thought of inviting her to his pack, having a banshee would be useful, but he knew he could never trust her. She was far too smart for him and he would always have to be on his guard.

"I'm sorry Lydia." The sincerity was real, a part of Scott that was fading regretted all of this. "Tell the others not to follow me. There's nothing left to save."

There were two loose ends; something Scott couldn't leave unfinished and he gave Derek his first task as an alpha.

"Listen, I need you to do this for me, it's important." Scott eyed the horizon and scented the air. "Peter." Derek's eyes grew aggressive at the mention of his manipulative uncle. "Kill him, I don't care how. Just bring me back his heart as proof, that should keep him dead this time."

He could feel the longing in Derek's body, Scott knew Derek held his own misgivings about Peter. Cora was dead because he couldn't be trusted. It was a common known fact that Peter was only looking out for himself. Derek only needed a slight push from his Alpha.

An hour later the older boy returned splattered with blood, claw marks healing on his neck. Clutched in his right hand was a heart, blood dripping from it still. A smile pulled at Scott's face as his beta handed it to him. It felt cold against his palm, a weighted lump of meat becoming sticky as it dried in the winter air. Scott looked down and wondered why he had waited so long to take out someone clearly so dangerous.

"He begged for his life," Derek admitted sourly to him. "Like I'm sure Laura might have, if she hadn't been ripped in half."

"He was insane, Derek," Scott assured him. "I don't think there was anything human left in him." He crushed the heart in his palm, red sliding through his fingers and trickling to the ground.

The last task he did himself.

The worst of Kali's cuts were still healing and the twins had yet to be at full strength. They left the clinic and Deaton's judgmental eyes, but not the town. They were too weak for Scott's taste.

Away from the others, Scott crowded Deucalion up against a tree, hands sliding up along his sides, caging him. Although silent, Scott watched as the older wolf's claws sunk into the tree behind them, heart pounding hard enough against his chest that Scott could feel it as he pressed closer. Deucalion's walking stick had been left behind at the distillery and he had been forced to rely on Scott to guide him through touch and direction.

It was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the older man, steps awkward if Scott got too far ahead of him, head turning at every small sound. The boy relished all of the humiliation and control he had over him now; the ability to leave the other stranded if he wished. Or to amuse himself and disappear into the shadows, only to slip close and startle the man with inappropriate groping. The sense of power was exhilarating and made Scott's head spin with anticipation. He ghosted a breath across Deucalion's neck, knowing he was more sensitive when blind, and watched as goose bumps rose across his skin at the sensation.

Leaning forward, he pushed a thumb against his bite mark until Deucalion whimpered, mouth a tense line. After several seconds he eased the pressure and swiped a tongue over the developing bruise, savoring the taste of iron and sweat. When Deucalion made no noise, Scott switched to sucking on the spot, scraping his teeth against abused skin. Running on instinct, he moaned, sending vibrations through his unwilling partner. It took a minute, but eventually the older wolf gave a restrained growl and Scott felt his head shift and expose more of his neck, scent changing ever so slightly.

"Good boy," Scott whispered and pulled back swiftly, content on leaving the other wanting. It didn't go over well as Deucalion snapped out of whatever haze he'd been in, eyes sharp red as he shoved against Scott. The younger wolf resisted and slammed the older back against the tree, hand going to Deucalion's throat. Both gave low snarls.

"I'm not yours, boy." Scott didn't miss how Deucalion twisted the words. Hot rage welled up in him, chest seizing and darkness slicing at his thoughts. His free hand clenched coarse bronze hair, forcing Deucalion to his knees, tightening his grip on the bared throat before him. A small part of him was terrified at the fury of an alpha being refused a claim, of a submissive denying ownership.

Scott fought to not kill the man before him.

His voice was savage as he spoke. "You are mine." The feral possessiveness of his statement seemed to slap Deucalion in the face. His eyes faded to blue against his will, fangs withdrawing. Frustration radiated from his scent, but as Scott's eyes glowed red in dominance, it faltered and his breath caught. "Mine," Scott repeated. His claws dug into smooth flesh, blood trickling down an exposed length.

Deucalion struggled to speak, fought to move, but his own body seemed to be stopping him. Scott observed in growing interest as Deucalion's whole body froze, taut with strain, as his scent completely shifted to something new—different, and after another moment Scott realized what it was. The whine Deucalion gave was equal parts lustful and pathetic and on some level Scott knew he'd won.

It wasn't a smile, but lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth at the hunger that came to him.

"See? Your body knows its place," Scott challenged, claws receding and he caressed the man's neck. Deucalion's face had gone blank but his overly bright, dulled eyes betrayed his devastation. "You deserve something for this surrender."

"Kill me," he outright begged, no trace of shame in his voice.

"No." Scott sunk down to his knees, now level with the distraught wolf and trailed his hand up Deucalion's chest, scratching, until he reached his face, tracing with gentle fingers over sightless eyes. He smirked as a single tear ran down Deucalion's face and gripped his chin.

"Instead, I think I'll bring you the head of the man who took your sight." Scott watched Deucalion's jerk with interest, his mask slipping and shock overriding his misery. "Or, you know, whatever part of him you want. I don't care that much."

"Why?" Eyes flashed red as Deucalion glared at Scott, face wretched.

"He's a threat." The boy leaned closer until he was next to Deucalion's ear, a clawed finger carefully traced down the side of the his cheek. "And he damaged something that's mine. I'm paying him back." He didn't miss the shudder that went through Deucalion at his words, or the desolate sob of acceptance.

Scott would like to say it hadn't been satisfying to rip apart a man who was wheelchair bound and disabled, but he'd be lying. While Derek was covered in red, Scott's clothes were soaked in black and he found it fitting.

In the end, he decided to bring back Gerard's eyes.

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Scott turned as they finally left Beacon Hills, on the ridge he and Allison used to meet at a lifetime ago. The sun was just rising, the storm having passed. For a moment the world looked new, clean and certainty burned in Scott; this was no place for a pack of alphas. The regret passed and the only thing left in its place was a hunger for power and shadows dancing in the back of his mind. The boy was dead.

Raising his head, Scott gave one last howl.

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They didn't stop for two days. Scott wanted to be as far from Beacon Hills, and the hunters living there, as possible. Whatever fallout there was to be had for his actions, he would not be there to see it and neither would his pack, but they could only go so far for so long. Scott and Derek were the only ones at full strength and the strain was starting to show. When Kali threatened to disembowel Ethan for breathing too loud, Scott called for a break at the first hotel they came upon.

The only choice was a Motel 6, but Scott had slept at worse.

"How do we do this?" he asked Derek, as Scott had maybe twenty dollars on him.

"Laura and I would wait when someone would leave before the checkout cutoff, and then break in and use the remaining time to shower and make some coffee." Derek shrugged. "It worked for the most part. We slept in our car." It sounded dull to Scott, and something that would take more time than he'd care to spend with his pack in the shape they were.

"Kali, kill the manager." Scott frowned as he realized the mess that would create, but didn't miss the way his female alpha's eyes lit up, though.

"There's an easier way," Deucalion interjected, unamused.

At Scott's growl, Ethan jumped in, "Don't worry, we can pay for it. That's what we always do."

"With what money?" Scott questioned and glared when Deucalion stayed silent, still showing some resistance against him. That it was in front of the pack was what grated on Scott.

"Does it really matter?" Kali crossed her arms, vein twitching in her neck, and Scott knew she was about to hit her limit.

"Fine. Aiden, take Deucalion and get four rooms. I'd go but..." He gestured to the dried black substance covering most of his clothes, not that Derek or Kali looked any better. Scott hoped they had a washer and dryer unit somewhere.

Ethan tilted his head and Scott saw him mentally count out their pack. "Four?"

"You and your brother are sharing. Complaints?" Scott flashed his eyes red and the young wolf quickly backpedaled.

"No, none."

It didn't take very long to get the rooms sorted out and Scott was glad to have a place to finally rest. He nodded to Kali and Derek as they entered their separate rooms before going into his own. He waited a moment for Deucalion to follow stiffly, neck red. Scott closed the door with a snap and threw off his shirt.

"I'm taking a shower, do what you want." He kicked off his jeans as he entered the bathroom, pausing as he passed the mirror. He couldn't place it, it might have been his gaze, nothing physical, but something. A glint of a wild predator lurked within his eyes, caged and pacing. He felt heavier? Like something had solidified in him, something dark, something dense and strong and lethal. Scott's fingers brushed the glass, outlining out his features. It didn't matter, did it?

The tepid hotel water rushed down his back, black slowly sliding off his skin, though he didn't feel any cleaner. Memories tried to surface, snippets of faces and voices. A smile in the forest and the smell of flowers. Scott closed his eyes and let the clatter of droplets and smothering darkness chase away what he had left behind. He didn't want to remember anything.

Then the urge hit.

Hot and coiled in his stomach, it was almost suffocating, but powerful and urgent. His claws slid out, an automatic instinct, and he struggled to control himself until he realized that there was no point and gave in.

He stepped out of the shower and barely toweled himself off, his vision flickered with spots dancing around as he tried to maintain focus. Impulse tore at his already frayed mind and hormones rushed through his system making him sweat. He fumbled for the door and barged back into the bedroom where Deucalion sat, shoulders tense. Simply the sight of him drove Scott wild.

He attacked Deucalion with a ferocity he was only just starting to realize he possessed. Deucalion's eyes flashed to red in panic as they fell back onto the bed, hands shoving against Scott's chest in a frantic scrape. They wrestled for a moment trying to gain leverage over the other, before Scott grabbed Deucalion's wrists and slammed them to the side, claws sinking into his wrists, drawing blood. They both growled, though Scott's was in dominance while Deucalion's held fear. Something flickered in his eyes then, deeper than fear. Scott watched, realizing for a moment Deucalion fought someone else, caught up in a past horror. His back arched as he tried to throw the younger man off, but it only enticed Scott more. He leaned down and brought the man back to the present with—it wasn't a kiss, more like biting the other's lips and jaw as Deucalion thrashed underneath him.

"Stop fighting."

Scott grinned, part of him thrilled with the struggle. Happy that his alpha would not simply submit to anyone. It made conquering him that much sweeter. The urge pushed against his mind and he lashed out, snapping at Deucalion's neck, teeth sinking into flesh and wrenching a pained groan from him. Scott switched to the other side, savoring the taste and sounds, relishing as terrible longing could be picked out in the cries. At least until Deucalion elbowed him in the face ending Scott's playfulness there.

They grappled again, claws out, as Scott forced Deucalion on his stomach, straddling the back of his thighs, pulling his arms taut behind his back. The teen bit at the backside of the exposed length of neck, holding tightly even as Deucalion resisted and tried to twist his body. It took a few minutes, but the fight finally seeped out of him and he sagged into the bed, breath ragged.

Scott carefully eased his jaw. "We can do this with what's left of your dignity intact or I can take my pleasure and leave you with nothing."

He changed his grip so that he was holding both Deucalion's arms with one hand while the other trailed down his side, sliding up his shirt and meeting flesh. It went over well for another few seconds before Deucalion lashed out with his legs, unseating Scott and sending him forward into the other's back.

Something snapped in Scott's chest and before he could think, his body had reacted, lashing out with his palm as he stabbed at Deucalion's right shoulder. His grin returned at the satisfying pop that sounded and his claws raked across the older man's chest, shredding his shirt that Scott ripped off with one hand. He rolled Deucalion onto his back, enjoying the grunt of pain from him as it jolted his dislocated shoulder. Scott ravished the chest below him, breaking skin with both teeth and claws, not even attempting to draw pleasure from the other. When he moved to rip off the jeans Deucalion halted him with his functional hand.

"No wait," Deucalion cried out, it somehow both a command and begging. Scott growled dangerously. "I can—I'll remove them myself." His jaw set, Deucalion's stubbornness was bellied by the fear in his scent. Still, defiant to the end, his pride struggled against indignity. It was never meant to be a simple submission.

Scott nodded, letting the insolence pass as Deucalion was still complying, and watched as the man fumbled with his pants trying to undo and remove them with one hand. His mind screamed with a demanding hunger so loudly it started to hurt and Scott blew out a harsh breath of impatience, moving to help and noticing Deucalion's flinch. With a sharp pull he popped his shoulder back in, making the man give a muffled scream as he bit his good arm to silence himself.

The sight of seeing Deucalion mark himself called to something primal in Scott and he rushed forward, grabbing the limb and licking slowly at the wound, lapping up the blood. Spice. It was like spice that tingled with electricity. Underneath him, Deucalion made a strange choking noise, like catching a moan before it could be release. Since he was now obeying, Scott decided to be nice and tugged off the man's shoes, tapping the jeans with purpose when he was done. Deucalion's breath was shaky with pain, but he nodded and jerked off the article.

Scott threw him back down onto the bed, claws raking down the sides of his legs as he scented the older wolf. Deucalion was half hard, surprisingly, even after everything. Scott's grin was predatory as he bent down and licked the head of Deucalion's member, hearing the surprised gasp from the other turn into a strained moan. Scott looked up, watching the change happen. Deucalion's scent shifted again, against his will, hormones matching up with Scott's to satisfy his alpha. It was beautiful to watch, Scott reveled in it, and looked on as Deucalion's features twisted from disgust and self-loathing to bitter longing and pleasure as his body temperature spiked.

Scott sat back up and surveyed his prize. "Touch yourself," he commanded. Deucalion was startled at his order and for a second seemed unsure, fighting with himself. Scott took the moment to examine the other's eyes, finding them endlessly fascinating in their color as they alternated from milky red to blue and clearing when his wolf vision triggered. The panic never left his eyes, confusion and denial clearly reflected, when they flashed up to Scott in anger, his excitement peaked at their fury and the moment seemed to last until it grew almost painful. Scott sunk his nails into the legs draped around his waist in warning, too eager to be kept waiting any longer.

"You can have some semblance of control or I can take it from here," he threatened. His growl sent a shiver down Deucalion's spine. "I wonder how much I could make you do to yourself?" It was something to consider. Deucalion's scent finally shifted to complete lust and he lost the battle he'd been fighting. He slowly reached down with a trembling hand and bushed across his cock, wincing before grabbing hold and giving slow stokes. Scott didn't miss how red his face had gone. He gave a few more directions, of where and how to touch, relishing in the degradation.

"Don't use your eyes," Scott commanded. Deucalion's eyes flickered to milky blue in their sightlessness. "Your sense of touch is heightened when you can't see, right?"

He slid a gentle hand down the man's muscled chest, taunt from arousal, and tweaked at the hardened nipples to draw a groan from his partner—lower past his abdomen and coarse curls of pubic hair to heated flesh that drove Scott into a wild passion as he scented the other. Deucalion's own hand was pumping roughly at his shaft like Scott had instructed, the other hand white-knuckled and clutching the sheet underneath him. The boy's hand joined his strokes, clawed fingers carefully playing across his member.

Scott watched in utter delight as Deucalion grew even harder. His scent was so strong of fear and humiliation, but his body reacted in desire. Even as he was splayed out in front of his enemy, exposed and toyed with, his cock only grew firmer, darkening in color. Could this only be his hormones controlling the wolf, or was it something more? Scott's heart pounded against his chest as his own excitement peaked at the display.

"You like this," he whispered in slight awe. An idea came to him. "Stop." He halted Deucalion's hand with his own. "Grip yourself here," he said and then guided the hand to clench the base of his cock. "Do nothing else until I say so."

Deucalion's face was flushed, entire body drenched in sweat from the fight, arousal, and anxiety. Scott's stomach curled in pleasure as he extended his fangs out and leaned down, latching teeth neatly around the other wolf's erection, pressing down just enough to leave indents but not break the skin. Instantly Scott heard Deucalion's gasp, breathing jagged and uneven, stuttering slightly as his body shivered at the display of dominance. He tasted bitter salt as precome steadily dripped from the tip as the flesh in his teeth swelled even more. Deucalion's grip tightened around himself.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, face pulled taut in panic. Tears gathered at his eyes. Distress was clear to distinguish but the smell of lust and the sight of his now compliant body spread out was too much; the power made Scott's mind heady as Deucalion's scent assaulted him, teetering between terror and ecstasy. The boy languidly dragged his teeth up, careful not to draw blood, tongue pressed against burning skin. A broken sound came from Deucalion, chest heaving and cock twitching. Scott licked the tip as he pulled away, grinning as he saw Deucalion's now trembling hand still holding himself tight, trying not to come.

Finally this close, Scott batted the hand away, dragging a whine from his companion, which he silenced with a snarl and a harsh nip to the neck.

"My turn," he whispered and flipped the other over. "This will hurt."

His own erection was throbbing and the urge was practically consuming his mind. Upon realizing what he was about to do, Deucalion came out of his haze and tried to push against his chest.

"Wait, Scott, we need—"

Scott thrust in violently. Which might have been a mistake as it hurt. Not as much as it hurt Deucalion, who screamed into the mattress, body clenching around Scott's. The pain was swallowed up quickly by the shadows swirling within his mind and across his vision, dampening his hearing as chaos seemed to sing around him. Scott shoved in again, pulling in closer until he was next to Deucalion's ear.

"Don't call me Scott," he said harshly and then began the most brutal pace that he could. There was blood. And then, more blood; all over the sheets. Physically, Scott didn't think it was pleasurable for either of them, although the blood did make things easier on his end. But the power in his mind, the darkness, the urge that consumed drove him to go faster, to take more. Scott was a slave to it, too far gone to care about anything else. When he came into the older wolf it felt like something else was sealed, as if everything he was before had been completely swallowed up.

The smirk that came to his face felt new and stretched his muscles in a way he wasn't used to. He leaned back over Deucalion, ignoring the quiet sobs the other just couldn't quite cover up and mouthed into his ear. "I'm the alpha, call me that."

He rolled off and realized that another shower was in order. Scott was grateful there were two beds in the room as the first one was ruined. When Scott exited the bathroom again Deucalion was exactly where he'd left him, although he had curled in on himself. Scott heaved a sigh as he flopped down on the second bed.

"First time?" he asked callously, trying cruelness on his tongue and liking it. After a moment, Deucalion made a noise and it took Scott a second to realize it had been a laugh.

"No," he answered bitterly.

"Not the sex," Scott insisted, "I meant—"

"No," Deucalion repeated. "Not my first time." Scott blinked at that, not having expected it.

"Ok." He shrugged. "Take a shower. Don't try anything later; I'm not in the mood."

Scott turned and lay on his back, eyes falling shut for an instant before realizing he was being watched. He glanced at Deucalion's red eyes. They were searching, confused, bitter, accusing and a tiny part of Scott wanted to cry. It was quickly engulfed, like a heavy layer air pressed onto him, muting the world.

"What?" he managed to get out. "You're the one who made me. Didn't you want me to become this?" And how he enjoyed seeing the older man's eyes widen and understanding seep into them. As darkness had claimed Scott's, he watched as something cleared in Deucalion's, a sort of taint faded. The young alpha could have kept looking, but he was tired and didn't care what revelations the older man came to. He turned over and fell asleep.

Deucalion might have said something to him, but it was too late.

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It was decided they should pick up right where Deucalion left off. A pack of alphas roaming the country attacking other packs already had such strong lore behind it that Scott didn't want to ruin the story. The only change was that a boy led the pack: a true alpha.

Scott learned quickly how to manage his new pack and what each wolf needed. He took out most of his darkness and rage on Deucalion behind closed doors, but tried to be careful. He loved the small spark of resistance left in the other. It was their spars in the bedroom he hungered after, to see Deucalion struggle against his new position. Scott was mindful not to destroy that spark no matter how much he hurt the man. Likewise, Deucalion seemed relentless against Scott; something drove him to meet the younger wolf. Scott could not figure out what Deucalion was fighting for, as pride was barely an issue, but he didn't think too hard on it.

The twins came with part of his care of Deucalion. It took less than a week for him to realize the twins needed to spend time with the older wolf, Aiden especially, or they became erratic with mistrust and were useless to Scott. If he let Deucalion spend time in their room or with them while they traveled, the two mellowed out and became dependable and dedicated to the pack, prioritizing Scott's orders and respecting the others.

Most nights Deucalion would spend with Scott, not in the same bed, but the same room. When Scott could sense the other was truly close to breaking, he would send him to the twin's room, not surprised the next morning to find the three curled up against each other. It wasn't anything sexual, but that simple touch comforted them.

Kali was loyal, which surprised Scott far more than he was comfortable with. She had sized him up the instant he had walked in to the clinic the night of his change and apparently liked what she saw. The fact Scott let her do most of the killing probably helped matters. She was a wonderful shock trooper; always willing to kill to show how serious their pack was. Not only did Scott let her kill, he let her have fun. She proved a fine tactician that nearly matched Deucalion when Scott asked for input and respected the others enough to leave them and their affairs alone.

Derek was different from the rest of the pack but in the best of ways. He was the only one who could call Scott by his name anymore. The only one Scott would really talk to about anything outside of their hunts. He never berated Scott on the path he'd taken, never judged. He was simply there for the young teen. When they were alone together, generally outside a crappy motel or deep in a forest, Scott could almost forget about what he'd become. Derek was the only one who could sleep with Scott. It wasn't sexual, like with Deucalion, but a sign of trust.

Scott and Deucalion would plan nearly every raid on other packs, it was the one time Scott would refer to the other's experience. Kali would then completely destroy any of the first wolves to attack, Scott unleashing her full fury and power with the twins close behind, leaving raw destruction in their wake. Derek would stay close to Scott and Deucalion, always acting as guard and wary of others getting too close to his alpha. The only wolves Scott would ever kill were the alphas, intent on testing their power and his limits.

When a wolf would charge at Scott and Deucalion, it was exciting if someone managed to break through his four beta-alphas. Perhaps they took Deucalion's blindness for weakness or Scott's youth for inexperience. His demon wolf would show how costly of a mistake that was. If an alpha charged at them then Scott would step forward. He released everything within him including the dark pull in his mind and each urge that came from it. When that happened, it took his entire pack to subdue his bloodlust.

Within four months Scott's pack was known world-wide.

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A/N: Can't believe it took me this long to finally post but this is my master work that I've been writing for...idk a long time now. I started writing this after watching 3B, realized how long it was getting, found myself a beta, and then kept writing. This story is much more than I ever planned it to be so I split it up into 4 parts. Part one is called Heart of Darkness (cliche I know) and each part will have several chapters in it.

On that note, for those concerned with the dark nature of the story; I've yet to be able to write a story without a happy ending. This story does go dark places, and explore the darker nature of humanity and of one character in particular, but this is a four part story for a reason. As with any fallen hero, redemption is always there to find even if it's a long and difficult path.

Also this story wouldn't be half as good without my amazing beta Stately Demented, as she goes on FF . net, with her help I found focus on this story and she really helped keep Scott and Deucalion stay true to their character. She is the most amazing beta someone could ask for! Also, big thank you to LukyAnC over on DeviantART for doing the cover art! It's perfect and I love it!

Finally thanks to all my readers who've been waiting for this, the Scott/Deucalion is a small ship and it can be rough out there. This is for you guys so that we have another story to add to the pile to call our own.

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