Derek the highschool king and top alpha was pacing the small hospital room. He glared at a nervous Jackson and an anxious but quiet Boyd.
"As long as we keep the story straight we are fine, it's not like the little freak can prove otherwise." Jackson glared from Boyd to an overly calm Derek.
"Then why the fuck are we even here Jackson!" Boyd snapped, the dark skinned athlete stood up and met the now growling Jackson. Derek stood between the two glad the hall was empty.
"Listen we are all a little on edge. It was an accident, right. Who knows if Freakinski even knows what happened, the nurse said he presented. It suits our story, we happened to witness his little accident he flipped his piece of shit jeep and rolled down that slope into a tree. Alright. We had no reception out there so we pulled him from the jeep and brought him in."
"We don't all have to be here." Derek growled pushing a fumeing Jackson back. "Where's Lydia?"
"She's freaking out she won't come into the hospital. You know banchee and all. That and she's nervous the cops will get involved. She thinks this is her fault."
"It is her fault, you two were the ones arguing she pulled the keys out of the ignition and threw them like a spoiled little princess! We were in the middle of the fucking road! Because the two of you can't keep your hormones under control! Stilinski could have been killed if he didn't present. Humans don't fucking heal!" Boyd spat keeping his voice low.
"He's a nobody who's going to look into this? He's the one that flipped the jeep-" Jackson defended his girlfriend.
"To avoid hitting the car we were in!" Boyd growled moving to push his friend, obviously he wasn't getting through to the idiot. "Yeah, and while we are on humans you do get that Lydia would not have survived that kind of hit either. You should be thanking Stilinski! Not trying to think of another way to make his life hell! You do know when Derek pulled him from the jeep, his first words were 'is anyone hurt?' He actually was worried about us. You should be worried about him. Instead you're out here scared that your lawyer daddy is going to send you away to military school or take the keys to your fucking stupid ass charger!"
"He's threatened one more fucking mess up, and he will. I wouldn't see Lydia again until we graduated. We're bonded! That's a long time! Not to mention her parents would send her away to some reform school. Why should our lives be-"
"You shallow piece of-" Boyd's clenched fist came up, Derek stepped between the two.
"Boyd! Don't act like you're any better. What would happen to you with an arrest on your record? No lacrosse scholarship and bye bye free ticket out of Beacon Hills. You'll be working at the gas station going to the BH community. I'm sure Erica would stick around to be with such an awesome winner." Jackson pushed at the dark hand that twisted his front collar.
Derek winced, that was below the belt he put a firm hand on both their shoulders, "Why would the cops get involved? Like we said we keep to the story." Derek snapped. "Jackson go calm down Lydia let her know everything is under control no one is going to go down for this. Boyd, you can leave, I'll stick around for the little bastard to wake up and I'll give him a warning. "
"Are you sure we shouldn't just-"Boyd released Jackson his dark eyes questioning his long time friend. He trusted Derek, but the guilt, it didn't sit right with him. He couldn't get the image of the bruised and bloody human out of his head.
"What come clean?" Jackson glared at his lacrosse teammate.
"I mean the kid just presented after being in a big accident. And the nurse did say his body didn't take the change well he's in there now on some pretty scary meds. And he's a fucking omega. I mean Derek if you got caught threatening an omega-"
"They're the weaker of the three categories." Jackson cut Boyd off, "It would be an easy threat just a little pheromones and the kid won't be able to even move. No harm no foul. "
"It'll be fine. Just go. It's less suspicious the fewer of us are around." Boyd looked disappointed and turned passing by Jackson without a word.
"Don't worry about this I have it handled. I'll see you at school Monday." Derek patted his friend on the shoulder.
Jackson nodded, "Is it weird that the doctor thanked us for bringing him in like we saved his life. Unreal. We might even become heros by monday." Jackson smirked and jogged down the empty corridor back to Lydia who stood outside waiting for him.
Derek didn't care about Lydia's meltdown this was her fault and if he hadn't been riding in the back because he had been drinking at a party that night he would already be home. Instead he had to catch a ride with that power couple of BH High, more like powerfully dysfunctional.
At least he had Jennifer's number tucked securely away in his cell contacts, she was well worth today's trouble. Rumors were right, as the new girl and a beta at that, she gave an awesome blow job. He frowned, looking down at his forearm covered by the soft white leather of his maroon letter jacket.
He had felt his arm burn when he pulled the smaller boy from flipped old jeep, he could feel the pain replicated in a similar place, he had at first thought he cut himself on some glass or random piece of twisted metal. He didn't care at the time, because he was an alpha and alphas healed fast.
However when he laid the dazed younger boy in the grass he'd pulled up his own sleeve examining just what he refused to believe.
There on the flat surface of his well toned forearm was a tattoo, the black markings caused his already adrenaline infused heart to pound harder in his chest. Jackson was too busy trying to calm Lydia and Boyd was trying to get service on his cell phone to take notice of Derek's world falling apart around him.
He could feel the heat radiating off the little freak, just earlier that day Derek had knocked all of stiles books off his desk in Lit. I mean what the hell was a Sophomore doing in a junior's English class? Fucking showoff! He was in most of Derek's classes and his scores made them all (alphas and betas) look like a bunch of idiots. Some of the teachers even added fuel to the fire, alphas were supposed to be at the top of every ladder betas their close second and omegas at the bottom, however this nobody neutral was making them look bad.
Whenever Derek messed with him the kid said nothing he would just collect his notebooks, his textbooks and scattered pencils and pens that had been on his desk. Or whatever else Derek felt like knocking over or throwing.
The alpha had wanted some kind of reaction he was prepared for a reason to hit the fucking loser but Stilinski kept his head down and ignored the laughter of those in class along with the erasers launched at his turned back. Some teachers put him at the front of class and that just made it easy to throw gum, or erasers or spitballs at his cropped hair.
Now Derek was looking down at smaller form, he quickly pulled the sleeve of Stilinski's red hoodie back revealing some kind of continuation of his own mark. Even with his heightened vision he couldn't make out what the soul mark was exactly. This didn't matter, what kind of luck did he have to be saddled with this freak? Had he wronged someone in a past life? Karma was going to make him pay dearly for whatever past indiscretions.
Derek pushed all this away he had to focus, if his parents found out he was drinking at a party he would lose his car, his phone and whatever privileges his parents felt necessary. Just when things were getting interesting with Jennifer.
The young alpha growled entering the room, there was an IV drip leading into the young wolf's thin arm.
Why were there still bruises? He should be healing now at a fast rate, still the left side of his face had multiple scratches from the shattered glass of the driver side window, a big gash just at the pup's hairline had started to form an ugly purple bruise. Why did Stilinski look so pathetic, almost ghostly white and where was the kid's parents? He had heard the nurse make the call almost two hours ago. Derek's parents would be freaking out if they had a call from the hospital.
Maybe the freak's parents found him just as useless as everyone else. The captain of the lacrosse team pushed any remorse away, this kid could ruin his life, imagine being stuck with a useless soulmate with a neutral scent.
He paused, no scratch that, under the horrible scent of hospital antiseptic, alcohol and saline there was something else. Something like fresh honey and vanilla was blossoming becoming stronger the more he took notice of it. His inner wolf growled wanting to be closer, and he shook his head pushing that idea away. That wasn't even something he would explore, obviously his nerves were wearing on his wolf.
He quickly turned Stilinski's right hand over, wondering now why the pup's hand felt ice cold. Derek remembered his own presenting it was a stomach ache and a fever. It kept him out of school for a day. He woke up the next morning feeling like a million dollars and everything had been easy since. Being an alpha meant he was less than 5 percent likely to ever catch a cold, and 1 percent likely to develop a life threatening disease.
That and he could run and jump higher than his piers that had yet to present, he was always picked first and being alpha meant he was always surrounded by people who wanted to be acquainted with him, wanted to know him and endless girls fell into that last department.
Stilinski, was the worst of the worst he was an unpresented blood born were, meaning he couldn't phase until he presented he didn't belong with the humans and he didn't belong with a pack he was a nobody. Derek had heard the kid was prone to panic attacks, he didn't socialize with anyone but Mccall, but that was until Mccall joined lacrosse. Jackson had made it clear that if he was going to be apart of their circle of friends there was a no losers allowed rule, and the scent of loser always covered Mccall as long as he associated with Freakinski.
Now, Derek was saddled with the threat of bonding with said freak, because that's what Stilinski was. He should have presented in middle school. Really who was a neutral in high school? All of this was besides the point.
Derek didn't care about Stilinski and his faulty genetics. What he did care about was his friends and them not getting into any trouble. Jackson was already in a strained relationship with his father, this little mishap could definitely end him in some reform school. Derek had to keep him Stilinski quiet, if the kid didn't tell anyone about what really caused his accident then no harm no foul.
Insurance would take care of the piece of shit jeep maybe the pup would even get a better car cause really the jeep was lame. It might even buy Stilinski some kind of popularity points, he could really use something because dorky, spaz just put a big target on his back.
And as far as their bonding mark goes, well Derek was going to find a way out of that. Derek's heart was starting to finally calm, and his scattered thoughts finding a reasonable outcome to this fucking horrible situation.
Then Stalinski started to stir, his whiskey colored eyes blinking open slowly, a hand clumsily shooting up to pull at the oxygen cannula under his nose. His split bottom lip reopened as he mouthed something like a fish out of water. He groaned, and tried to speak again, Derek remained silent caught in the swirl of such brown eyes. Did Stalinski always look so fragile? He was obviously confused but there was something else there in their depths.
"Dad?" He groaned blinking he turned the purpling side of his face towards Derek sensing a presence. There was a whimper and more confusion, Derek wanted to growl to be threatening but somehow his wolf refused. Instead his voice came out unsteady,
"No. I'm not your fucking dad."
"Derek?" Stilinski squinted, Derek felt the skip of a steady heart beat, "Is everyone okay?" The newly presented werewolf caught his breath a shaky hand going to his obviously injured left side. "Did I hit anyone?"
This caught Derek off guard again, "Why do you care idiot?"
"It hurts." the boy whimpered reaching for the call button but Derek had to keep his cool had to be intimidating.
"Hey! Focus idiot." He took the call button remote holding it away from the broken omega, those whiskey colored eyes started to fill with panic as did the newly developed scent.
"Listen freak, I'll only say this once. You don't remember how you flipped your jeep. We found you in that ditch. You're grateful. You were presenting and lost control. And this! " Derek held up his forearm for the younger pup to see.
"Not you. Not you. I don't want you." came the pained whine.
"You've got it wrong! It's me who doesn't want you! So keep it quiet or else!" The alpha let go of the call button remote, wrinkling his nose. There was another flood of fear and anxiety like waves, wide eyes watched fearfully at the still raised arm, Stilinski tried to scoot farther away from the alpha teen. Did he think Derek was going to hit him?Derek almost phased tasting the flood of emotion saturating the air. The omega was hurt and the alpha wanted to protect, now that was damn confusing.
"Please don't." A hoarse plea, another whimper. "Just leave me alone." Breathless now.
Derek felt his wolf whimper and snap as if gnawing at an invisible muzzle, his paws clawing to get out just below the surface. An eerie feeling of rejection pushed at Derek and both he and his wolf didn't like it. The human part of Derek was surprised but the wolf was angry.
A nurse burst into the room just then trying to calm the boy, several alarms were going off in the room.
"Sorry Mr. Hale please step away, we have to stabilize him first." The beta nurse snapped.
"What's wrong?"
"He's just a little touch starved and his body is weak from presenting. Don't take what he says to heart, when dealing with touch starvation it's normal for the one suffering to recoil from any touch, even a familiar one. Don't go far. As his soulmate we'll need you to scent and hold him but first-"
"I'm not his soul mate. I hardly know him-" Derek lied, but somehow he was holding the omega's icy hand in his own. When did that happen?
The woman pulled the alphas sleeve back one eyebrow raised at the halfmoon and what looked like three half bands.
The omega had the continuation of the three black bands and the other half of the moon. "Stick around bonding services will be around to register you. Congratulations kid, most of us spend our whole lives searching and never finding our match."
Derek was outside refusing to go back in the room, anyway Stilinski had obviously settled without his scent as an anchor. The nurses were shaking their head, the omega's father still hadn't shown up. The bonding coordinator was an annoying man named Deaton, once he assured Derek of the Bonding Privacy act, even though he was technically still a minor untill he was eighteen and for the omega it would twenty-five, the alpha decided to leave. He accepted the brochures and appointment card from Deaton and then made to leave.
He was right on time because he was passing the Sheriff in the empty hall. Good thing Boyd was long gone, his guilt would have definitely given them away.
Derek was outside wondering how the hell he was going to get home when a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. "Derek Hale?" The deep voice growled and the teenager spun around ready to be put in handcuffs and taken away.
"Yes. Sir." he hated how his voice came out almost as a squeak. However the alpha Sheriff who had a familiar scent didn't take notice, instead he took the teens right hand in an iron grip and slapped his right shoulder heavily.
"You saved him. You were there and you pulled him from the wreck. I owe you so much pup." Derek was so confused and even more so when the alpha embraced him.
"He's my only son. He's all I have." The alpha released the teen, "I'll have one of my deputies give you a ride home. If you have any problems with your parents just have them call me and I'll explain. You are a hero kid."
Derek cringed inwardly, and then the words hit him. Of course Stilinski was Sheriff Noah Stilinski's son, his only son. His now only omega son, and Derek had threatened him. Not like he would carry out a threat especially against an omega, but that wouldn't matter.