Disclaimer! Takes place during 3x02. Flashback from 1x04, Slightly OOC.
Fate: Something that unavoidably befalls a person.
I don't pay attention to Ms. Blake's class. My mind drifts as I trace the scar on the base of my neck vaguely with my fingers. I think of where I got the scar.
(Flashback)
I flinch as my back meets the fabric of the couch. Kate and Chris both stand in front of me, facing me. Both set a hand on my shoulder to keep me anchored to their couch. Derek, dying at the Vet's office, passes through my mind and I fight them to get free.
"Let go!" I scream. Kate's hand comes down hard on my face.
"Where's Derek?" I keep my mouth clamped shut. She gets closer to me, amused. I look into the green eyes of my parents' and my best friend's murderer before I speak.
"I hate you. I hate you so damn much." She laughs at my response.
"I don't care, sweetie. Now, why don't you just tell us where Derek Hale is?"
"That 'playing nice' game doesn't work on me, Kate. We both know you're a bitch, just act like it."
She punches me square in the nose then, asking me again where the man I love is. I spit in her face and the cold metal of a knife touches the flesh of my throat.
"Kate, stop it. She's a child!" Chris steps away from me.
"No. She knows where he is, and that will lead us to the Alpha."
"Derek doesn't know who the alpha is! Just leave him the hell alone!" I wriggle. Wriggling is my downfall. The blade digs into my flesh and she draws it down painfully. Not a deep wound, but it draws blood.
"SCOTT!" I scream at the top of my lungs, surprising the adults into letting go of me. He sprints down the stairs as I reach the front door.
"Do you have the bullet?" I whisper. He nods.
"Meet me in the car. You need to drive." I unlock my Volvo and toss him the keys before I get into my passenger seat, pressing a napkin from my glove compartment into the wound snaking down my skin.
We race to the Vet, to find Stiles holding a saw close to Derek's arm.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouts. I take the bullet from him and hand it to Derek, cupping his jaw and looking at him straight on.
(End Flashback)
The bell rings and I spring to my feet, walking out of class quickly. Warm fingers close around my wrist and pull me aside: into an enclave.
"Are you alright? You seemed really out of it back there." Scott mumbles, setting his calloused hand on my neck. A shiver runs up my spine.
"I'm totally fine," I smile at him.
"So, I didn't do anything to make you upset? I'm sorry I didn't answer you when you asked what's going on between us." His fingers run through my hair distractedly and then his eyes lock on the hickey he left.
"No, you didn't do anything. And I guess it's fine." I shrug, turning to walk away. He pulls me back to face him.
"Look, I don't know what this thing is but I can't stand not being close to you. I like you, Jordan. A lot." He grins. I bite my bottom lip before I smile. Looking around, to make sure Allison is nowhere around, I go on my tiptoes and press my lips against his.
He groans the second they touch, hands gliding into the back pockets of my jeans to pull me against him.
He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, tongue flicking against my lip-begging for entrance. I grant it instantly, that pull that drove us to kiss earlier back with full force. My arms wind around his neck as his body flattens me to the wall.
"Okay. We need to stop. We're at school. I need to talk to Deaton, see if he can tell me what the hell is going on between us. This isn't normal, even for a werewolf." I push him back lightly, taking my hands off his shoulders, making sure we're not touching ,and turning away from him.
"What isn't normal? I'm not human, but I'm still a guy. Don't you know how pretty you are, Jordan?" Scott growls.
His head dips down to lay hot kisses along my neck, hands on my hips and pulling me back against him. My eyes close. I dig my fingers into the corner of the enclave, my claws deep in the wall. A moan makes its way through my lips and it takes all the self-control I have to step away from him completely.
"Scott, seriously. I need some time to figure out what this is." Without another word, I sprint down the hall and out of the building.
My legs pump hard as I make my way to the Vet's office.
"Doctor Deaton!" I call, out of breath. He walks out into the front room and stare at me with wide eyes.
"Jordan? Is there something I can help you with?"
"I need to ask you about something...of the non-animal variety," I cough as a customer comes in.
"I'll be right with you, Maureen." He says, allowing me into the main room in the back. I explain the connection to Scott, the inexhaustible want we both feel.
"It happens. But, it only happens to the women in your family. I just
didn't expect it in your generation."
"What?"
"Feminam verum alpha. It means True Female Alpha. I believe you are familiar with Le Bête Du Gévaudan?"
I nod.
"Le Bête had a lover named Adele; your ancestor. She became impregnated with his child-a girl they later named Cosette. But, his wife was the King's best hunter."
"Argent," I breathe. He nods.
"Argent. After learning of her husband's betrayal, and his birthright, she set out to kill him. By the time Argent found him seventeen years later, he'd given Adele the bite and their three daughters with glowing blue eyes were all in their teenage years. Argent had taught the women in her family the mental strategies of war and made the men her soldiers. Le Bête and Adele faced off with his wife and her brothers under the full moon, while Cosette and her young sisters watched. Adele was the first to fall. And then the brothers until it was only him and Argent. My ancestor lived in the carriage house with yours for the same reason as I stay here. Delphine was her name. She was a Witch.
Argent was too strong for Le Bête and he was losing the battle. Cosette was the bravest of the daughters. She ran into the yard as her father laid on the ground with Argent's sword poised to strike him. She threw herself across her father to protect him and pleaded with him for his strength. He agreed, but Delphine casted a spell of the Alphas. If a werewolf kills an Alpha, they become one. Le Bête knew this, and handed his daughter a knife. Cosette was brave. She killed him like he asked. And then, she killed Argent and saved her sisters. But, not before Argent delivered a blow to her heart."
"What does this have to do with me?" I reply.
"Delphine was so moved by the young girl's bravery, she casted a spell for the Danvers women to be able to conceive Alpha werewolves, and to be able to create Alphas with a bite, no matter whether you're an Omega, Beta, or Alpha. But, if the women in your family are bitten by a Beta you become an Alpha by your own right."
My jaw drops.
"Jordan, your body is wired for having children, for running a pack."
"But, why am I having this connection with Scott?"
"He turned you; he released Le Bête's blood. It binds you to him. Your body assumes that he's supposed to be your 'Mate' because of it. Well, on Scott's end of it...he's sexually attracted to you like all other male wolves will be. Aside from your brother, of course."
I sit down, rubbing my face with my hands. So much to take in.
"And, what if I want someone else to be my mate? I'm in love with someone else."
"That is the only part of it I haven't worked out."
"Great, just freaking fantastic!" I snap, "I don't want Scott to be my mate! I want Derek!"
"Give him a chance. You might not have to be with him for the rest of your life. The only way you're going to be able to bounce back from the full moon is...acting on your attraction. Not necessarily with Scott, although it'll take more stress out of you. It also works to turn two humans into werewolves."
"So, you're saying that if I don't want to be all batshit on the full moon, I have to have sex or completely disrupting two lives?"
"Yes, sex or turning new wolves. Unfortunately."
"What's unfortunate?" Derek's voice sends shivers and tremors through me.
"N-Nothing, Derek. Just a question about my parents." I lie easily. I have another reason to hate the Argents. In the new war, I'm Le Bête and Allison is Argent. If I turn my back, she'll kill me.
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