He stood looking down at the body of his alpha as he laid torn open on the ground. He closed his eyes and breathed in the air around him remembering the scene that happen hours ago. There was no voice only imprints of what happen the man Beck bite turned while driving a child sat in the car with him. The boy was a teen strong and lean and beautiful and he knew that Beck would want the boy more than the father. He saw the brawl of the father and son the boy showing his true colours as a spark…no wonder Beck wanted him… he thought as he watched the father back away shaking his head braking the Alpha's control.
Beck knocked the father to the ground and went after the boy, but what his dead alpha did first shocked him normally he would hold them down and… well fuck the them but this time around what Beck was bit the boy on the shoulder earning him a scream ripping its way out of the boy's throat. Which only added to the father's anger and sent him flying into a rage that not even his alpha saw coming. The finely moments of this imprint he watched the teen run for his life. Shaking the last thoughts away he looked around the area and frowned he like the smell of the boy he was different something new to him. "Excuse me, sir you cannot be here this is a crime scene." The long haired man turned his head and looked at the policemen standing before him and he felt his lips curl as his teeth ached "Sir?" The police as said a little louder
"Forgive me officer but I think you have something I might need." The man grinned as he flashed his red eyes.
Week later….
John watched his son flick out his claws and retract them he smiled as he looked up to his father who smiled lazily. Stiles bounded over to him and on the sofa curling himself around his father and giggled softly "You know kiddo if anyone was to see us all cuddling and cosy…"
"Let them think." Stiles jumped in as he kissed his cheek before pulling away "I'm going to see Scott?" Stiles said, John turned his head and frowned thinking back to what Peter said
"Stiles why did you go to Peter and Derek instead of Scott?" He asked, the teen froze wondering what he could say before turning towards his dad "Don't lie to me." John said with a growl. Stiles licked his lips and walked back to the sofa and sat down
"Don't get mad."
"That depends what you are going to say?" John asked "And you don't get someone don't get mad because they will get mad." He added. The teen sighed and looked down at his hands
"You know about my spark right? That's what keeps getting me into trouble."
"Yeeeah I got the low down from Alan." The Sheriff muttered as Stiles bite his bottom lip
"Well I am part of both packs but I'm…" Stiles stops and looked away from his dad, John leaned over and hooked his fingers under the teen's chin and make him look back at him "I'm sleeping with Peter and Derek." He said. John stood up in a flash that his claws where out before he even stood and had scratched Stiles under his chin.
The teen wince and put his hand under his chin feeling the blood pool in his fingers and seep between the seams. John's eyes glowed red as he snarled into the heir around them. Stiles growled at him as he looked up at dad who stormed out the house! "DAD!" Stiles yelled as he jumped over the sofa and ran to the front door getting blood on the wall. He stood there panting watching his dad drive away. He pulls out his phone can calls Derek "My dad just found out I'm sleeping with you and Peter and he's pissed and close to turning fully cat."
By the time Stiles gets to the floor Scott and the others were standing there watching the Sheriff spar with Derek. Peter was already nursing cuts to his side even Scott had a cut to his arms "He's really pissed off." Scott mumbled
"No shit. He just learnt his 17 year old son is being banged by two older men." Stiles said flatly as he watched as Derek tries not to hurt his father while his father was all out to hurt Derek. Snarling Stiles pushed passed Scott and growled as he jumped onto his father's back.
John who was full pissed off that these wolves would dare touch his son was all alpha out and now a full out snarling cheetah. Then someone jumps onto his back and he started trying to get this person off him. John could hear screaming and yelling but it was fogged muffles as he digs his claws into the other beings back and throws them clear across the room and it was only then as he is panting that he could smell the blood. It was Stiles and he looks down into his own hands before looking up to see Derek kneeling next to Stiles along with the others. "Oh god." He mumbled as he staggers back only to be caught by Peter who was still wincing "Don't touch me! John yelled but Peter holding onto him tighter
"Don't fucking run! Do you have any idea how many time Scott has hurt Stiles when he first wolfed out? Or how many time Stiles had limped away because one of us was a bit too rough…" John growled at the thought "…thought training. You're new at this at being an alpha you need to breath and Stiles will be fine."
Stiles is groaning at the pain on his back and with the pain at being thrown across the room, he could feel warm soft hands on his face and he smiled painful up at Derek "Is it bad?" Stiles asked
"More blood than anything. We will get Deaton to have a look at you." The wolf smiled as he looked up to see Pete trying to calm the sheriff down
"She my dad still here?"
"Yeah Peter isn't letting him leave."
