***Warning: Second half of this chapter is "Mature". See notes at the end ****

The ominous warning growl of the Alpha Wolf man emitting from the tent had no visible effect on the fierce murderous rage of the determined Alpha father and ruler of Beacon Hills as he thrust aside the anxious panicking Mage and quickly and expertly despatched the two guard Wolves, using the shaft of his axe to viciously jab the huge wolf behind him in the stomach and groin as he swung the flat of the axe head up into the jaw of the Wolf man unlucky enough to try to bar his way to his son. The Werewolf crumpled and dropped to the hard earth with barely a noise unlike the high pitched swearing of the cringing fellow guard who had received the accurate backward strike at his vulnerable belly and balls.

The whole incident had barely broken the stride of the experienced warrior and he surged forward into the Alpha General's tent, fear for his beloved son and rage at the outrage enacted upon him nearly making him lose his grip on his sanity let alone the bubbling blood boiling fury trying to burst out of his flesh. The rotation of his axe in his strong grip began to speed up in preparation for the Sheriff's infamous mode of attack, he could split an enemy in two with his throwing axe with enough ferocity for it to pass through the first and embed itself into the enemy behind him or he could make the projectile weapon whisper through the air with the delicacy of a sweet chiming bell as it sliced the top knot from the head of an annoying courtier without bloodshed.

The Sheriff was an able ruler, fair but manipulatively ruthless on behalf of his people. Laws were to be obeyed. His people were thriving and protected, he would shed his own blood and give his life to serve his people. But his family, his family were sacrosanct. He would give his soul for his family, he would give up his destined rebirth, and he would willingly give up any chance at meeting his beloved again in the next life, in order to keep his family safe.
Danger to his family threatened that cool incisive ruthless logic he used to assess the best course of action, danger gripped his mind with rage and his lungs craved the scent of his enemies' blood, until the whole muddled mess as well as his frantic brain came to a stop at the sight of his son alive and conscious.
Time slowed and he could breathe through the aching pain that had been crushing his heart from the first moment he had heard his two boys were missing. Stiles was his heart, his reason to continue breathing whilst his soul burned with grief, Stiles was his gift from the gods, the child of his beloved wife, with her wicked delight in mischief, easy laughter and over protective nature.

Danny, kind popular clever Danny, had stolen a chunk of that same heart the day the small frightened tearful homesick Omega child had stood so bravely in front of a strange scowling Alpha warrior, (scowling because he wanted to use his axe on the parents who would, who could, use such a precious treasure as their own beautiful child for a political advantage) and then the small boy had smiled with loving kindness at an inquisitive energetic baby Stiles, and that was it, Danny had him wrapped round his little finger nearly as thoroughly as the little bundle of flesh, blood and lightening that was his own son.T he Sheriff would die for both his boys, and despite his relief at Danny's return, his very blood cried for vengeance for the outrage against the gentle boy and the uncertainty and fear for Stiles had been pushing him closer and closer to murderous rage.
He now had a suitable target for his rage, how dare that Wolf man lay hands on his son? What had he done to him while he was helpless and unprotected? That Alpha dog was going to feel the loving deadly kiss of his Axe, but this time, the Sheriff wanted to feel the bite of his axe as it sunk into the yielding flesh of that Dog, he wanted to be close as he watched the life fade from the wretch's eyes and know that the Omega he had dared to touch was protected and avenged. He wanted to scream his war cry to the skies but he wouldn't, he didn't want to further traumatise his son.
He made a beeline for the couch where the Omega was nestled against the standing Alpha Werewolf's chest.

"Only the fact that my warriors have been told not to harm you has saved your life my lord Sheriff" the Wolf man's words were soft but deadly.

"Only the fact that you have my son against your chest has stopped my axe from splitting it in half my lord Hale" was the equally soft and deadly response.

Stiles looked from one to the other, his initial burst of delight at the sound of his father's arrival disappearing in astonished disbelief, his mouth opening in shock. What in the seven hells were the pair of them up to? Then he rolled his expressive eyes, more hard amber now than the sweet limpid brown which had watched the Werewolf in faintly fearful fascination and he frowned, that pretty mouth down turned.

"Dad meet Derek, Derek meet my Dad" he sniped sarcastically. Stiles could feel his frustration grow as the two Alphas refused to look away from each other. Burning red eyes meeting and clashing for supremacy with ice cold blue. The frustration was blurring his mind and his eyes as if it was letting the drugs back in past the feeble grip on his conscious mind.

"Son, step away from the Wolf" the Sheriff intoned gently, his words a direct contrast to the bloodthirsty glare directed at the Wolf who tightened his grip on the Omega boy. The twin souled was equally gentle as he told his Wolf mate to stay where he was but the expression on his face should have incinerated the Sheriff on the spot.

Before Stiles could open his mouth, the darkly amused voice of the Mage who had staggered unnoticed through the entrance to the tent, blood dripping from a swollen lip and nose where the Sheriff had elbowed him in the face to get him out of the way, interrupted with unconcealed scorn.

"I seriously doubt you want to condemn Stiles to a barren fading life if you kill his destined Alpha My Lord Sheriff, and General Hale, how well do you think your wolf mate will take the death of his father?"

Stiles had been watching wide eyed in disbelief at the two posturing Alpha's, waiting for the tent to run red with blood until the Mage's words sunk into his terrified stupor.
Stiles suddenly cackled with hysterical laughter and the sound was so shocking after the murderous tension that had built up that the two Alphas looked at him in surprise. He pulled away from the General and slid gingerly to his feet but leant against the couch as if he could not move any further. The frantic laughter turned to great gulping sobs and both Alphas moved into close proximity to offer their distressed Omega comfort, shooting deadly glares at each other.

Stiles reached for his parent and buried his head in his neck, breathing in the beloved scent of his Alpha father, a scent that had helped to calm and soothe him many, many times in his life, stuttering through his sobs "Danny, Danny's hurt Dad, my fault, my fault Danny's hurt. Wolf bit him, red eyes, in the woods …Druids, thought I was Danny, sacrifice, thought Danny was me. We have to find him" The words were disjointed and broken and made the Sheriff freeze with rage and horror. Hearing the words from his son's mouth curdled his stomach and he felt sick. But hearing his son speak also allowed him to force back his berserker rage until it was held in balance by his persona as the Ruler of Beacon Hill's once more. The Sheriff allowed his higher brain functions to return but underneath he was rage incarnate, he was now ruthless, manipulative and infinitely more dangerous. Someone would pay for this, pay dearly.

Derek's face became even darker and his eyes were crimson with fury as he listened to the boy's words. His Omega felt that he had betrayed his brother, when it was the bastard Druids and the rogue wolf who had attacked them. He would not allow the boy to continue with the delusion. He opened his mouth to speak but the boy's father beat him to it.

"Stiles, shh, its ok breath for me Stiles, Danny is home son, he's being looked after by General Hale's physician. This wasn't your fault, you and Danny were targeted, and they would have got to you both at some point even if you hadn't gone to the woods."

The General looked at the Sheriff with surprised appreciation. The Man was not stupid. Maybe he would allow him to live after all. The Mage had been partially correct, he could afford to be lenient for his little Wolf mate's sake, but that didn't mean that he couldn't maim the fool if he kept challenging him. He might not be able to rip the Sheriff's throat out with his teeth, well not in front of the Omega but he could teach him his place until the Sheriff showed him the proper respect.

But first they had a rogue Alpha Wolf man and those accursed Druids to deal with. Derek would relish the taste of the flesh that had sought to hurt his Wolf Mate.

Jackson was running as the Wolf, he was nearly as fast when he was Man but he needed to release some of the fear and rage that was consuming him as he thought of his pack mate in the grips of those fucking mage human warriors. If those bitches had hurt his true pack brother, there would be nothing left of their pitiful scrawny human hides by the time he finished with them. There would barely be enough left to feed the rats of this hellish place. Jackson might long to beat the crap out of McCall on a daily basis, sometimes even on an hourly basis when the little shit played his stupid tricks but Scott was true pack, he had courage and kindness and laughter and he was Wolf Brother. Jackson would avenge his death, or free him and then strangle the stupid little turd with his own intestines. His wolf howled with rage, fear and deadly intention as he raced through the forest of the Beacon Hill's preserve. He heard the answering howls of his pack brothers and savage joy coursed through his body at the knowledge that they followed him. Blood would run this night.
In the dim recesses of his Man mind he knew his Alpha had despatched Isaac and Boyd to follow him, which meant there was also a message from his Alpha but the call of blood vengeance was too strong for his Wolf to stop now. While the Man liked nothing better than to fight with his pack brother when they were on two legs, the Wolf loved the naughty younger cub and loved to tease and play with his little brother wolf.

The normal sounds of the night forest had stopped after the Wolf howls, which pleased Jackson, even the small nocturnal animals recognised the terror that was travelling through their territory, and then the scent stopped him in his tracks. He smelt them, he smelt those kidnapping bitches, he swung his great head side to side to find the trail properly, realising it was the scent that was confusing, he recognised one of the bitches stink, but underneath it there was something different, something his instincts were telling him was dangerous, something to be wary of. He snorted with disdain and growled low in his throat. He wouldn't wait for his brothers, he would capture this bitch and find out where Scott was, before showing the puny human what dangerous meant. He began to trail the scent, his paws making no sound in the silent forest, his breathing quiet and contained as he stalked towards the site where the scent seemed to be greatly concentrated.

His wolf's eyes took in the natural hollow surrounded by sacred hazel and ash trees, and kneeling before a stone altar was a small figure. Jackson filled his lungs with the scent of the human, yes it was one of the bitches. He deliberately ignored the strange after taste in his mouth, and the warning from his Man brain.

He snarled long and low, he wanted the bitch to know what was coming for her and watched as the small figure stiffened and began to slowly turn around to face him. Strangely there was no fear scent. To his confused surprise there was only the scent of the same savage satisfaction that he himself felt when he had found the kneeling human.

Did the bitch seriously think she could handle a Were, not just any Were but the second in command to General Alpha Derek Hale? Time to teach the stupid human her first lesson, fear is always the proper response to a pissed off Wolf warrior breathing down your neck and about to chew on your flesh. Jackson drew back his head and roared his fury, then charged at the figure fully intending to have the bitch submit with her throat bared for him, and her belly vulnerable to his claws and jaws.

The flying leap at the altar ended when his body met the invisible barrier surrounding the small figure. He rebounded with such force that he was knocked to the ground and his head hit a rock.

Jackson came back to consciousness in self-defence, would that bloody female just give it a rest and stop talking at him? He opened his eyes, and he noticed that he had his human sight back so he must have transformed while unconscious. He could feel sticks and leaves and stones digging into his bare flesh and then he heard her exasperated pissed off voice clearly. "Oh for the love of Bel fur face wake up."

The clear commanding bell like tones resonated through his body and to his surprise his cock took notice also. There was a startled pause as if the female had just seen his reaction, and then those bell like sounds actually purred "Well it looks like someone is glad to see me " she drawled in a tone which made his cock stiffen even further. What the bloody hell had the witch done to him?

He was Jackson Whittemore, females had to work for his attention, to gain the pleasure of his interest, and there was always so many females. He knew he was a glorious specimen of a twin souled warrior, he was rich, he was famous as Alpha Hale's second and females drooled when they saw him. He worked hard to maintain his physique. To gain his interest, Females had to be something special, but even then they were just a rut to ease his Wolf's horniness. Fucking Females definitely did not immobilise him, call him names and then mock his manhood.

He growled as he opened his eyes to his tormentor and his eyes flashed blue with the recognition of Wolf Mate before he furiously denied the possibility that the small but beautifully proportioned smirking redheaded Goddess before him was anything of the sort.

The redheaded daughter of Heaven tilted her head towards him, as her eyes skimmed his body. She had shed the cloak and now her scent was not overlaid with that of one of the kidnapping warrior bitches. Now he could scent the danger she radiated, the power and the hint of rose petal and yew tree.
She appeared totally unconcerned about his nudity but Jackson could smell her interest and suddenly he was the one smirking with satisfaction. "I think you like what you see also my sweet little bitch" he drawled lazily and smirked even wider at the affront on her face at his words. She drew herself up to her full height and he wanted to laugh at her trying to make herself seem taller until her coldly mocking words hit his ears and lodged in his throat.

"I am neither yours, nor sweet but I am definitely a bitch my precious puppy. Be grateful that you are not the Wolf I was waiting for because I fully intend slicing the red eyed bastard's head from his body for his assault upon my family, after I have got the information I need from the vermin so that I know who is behind this attack" It was the tone in her voice as well as the content of her words which finally made him realise that the female in front of him was Alpha. Human Alpha but still Alpha. He began to tilt his neck in offering before he forced himself to stop. She was Alpha but he was Derek's. He would not offer his throat to another Alpha. Especially not a human female. She was not his fucking Wolf Mate, he was Jackson Whittemore, and son of a Senator, he was a Warrior who's only superior in Battle was his True Pack Alpha, he was acclaimed for his determination to win at all costs and his ferocity at battle, he was beautiful and he had only ever submitted to Derek. When he finally found his Wolf Mate, said Wolf mate would submit to him, his Wolf mate was not a fucking Alpha.

His wolf disagreed violently and snarled in his head "Ours, submit fool" but Jackson ignored it. He had his proper Alpha's orders, Derek was the only Alpha he would ever submit to (except for the Emperor of course but that was law rather than choice) and he would rescue Scott or die trying.

The small Alpha watched him with amusement, her bright eyes skimming his muscular toned body with keen appreciation, and her glances lingered on his own stand out appreciation as she delicately ran her pink tongue over her bottom lip. His stubbornness began to leak from his body just as his traitorous cock began to leak in front of her.

"Such a pretty puppy" she murmured in that low voice that pushed the blood down into his cock until it was literally pulsing to the beat of her voice. "Now what shall I do with you hmmm?" and Jackson bit his tongue to stop the moan from escaping his lips, but he couldn't stop his body preening itself in front of her. He felt feverish, hot, so bloody hot. His body undulated under her unrelenting gaze. He drew himself to his full height as he pushed out his chest, he flexed the muscles of his arms so that she could see his strength, could see that he was worthy of her, he opened his legs wider so that her view was unobscured, so his Wolf Mate could see how he would worship her and gift her with pups. Beautiful Blood Moon, he was so hard and his balls ached. She began to walk around him, as if she was surveying her property confined in the wolfs bane circle she had created whilst he had been lying unaware on the ground and he could hear the delight in her voice as she gently mocked "My puppy, look at you, so, so pretty, I could eat you all up. That ass, I could skim stones off that gorgeous ass."

By the gracious moon goddess, her voice, her bloody voice should be illegal. She shouldn't be allowed to talk. Her voice did things to his body and mind that he had never felt before.
He couldn't even distract himself enough to growl at her continued use of the word Puppy. He would be her puppy if she would only come closer so that he could touch. He moaned helplessly and his whole body began to tremble with the need for her touch. She had to claim him, she was his Wolf Mate.

She finally came to a stop in front of him, put her hand up to the barrier and smiled ruefully "Forgive me Gorgeous but I can't claim you now. It's not the right time for us, My Lady Bel has gifted me with visions of our bonding and until that time we both have other matters to attend to. But soon my pretty puppy soon"

Jackson howled his desperation, and threw himself at the barrier repeatedly, the burns from the wolfs bane not fading as quickly as they should because he didn't allow them time to heal until the redheaded Alpha scolded sharply "Enough Puppy, stand still, I won't have you hurt yourself"

To his own shock, Jackson obeyed the order, and then watched as her hands began a strangely graceful but hypnotic movement. Suddenly there was a hole in the barrier that he could fit his head through, but when he tried to use his hands it was an impenetrable as ever.

The Alpha chuckled "Sweet Puppy the barrier will allow you to bend your head to mine" and when he did so, her mouth and hands took his face in the kind of possessive kiss that was normally reserved for Wolves.

Her tongue danced with his and the taste of her burned its way into his heart. She was his, Alpha be damned and he began to buck against the barrier, his mate was so close and he was so hard. He needed, he craved, and he couldn't stop. She nipped his tongue in punishment, as she whispered into his mouth "You'll hurt yourself"

"Don't care, want you, want you, want you" the desperate Were growled into her mouth, until to his scorching disbelief he felt her hand on his cock. And he whimpered his gratitude. Again his body was not able to cross the barrier but her slim hand stroked him firmly and it was barely moments before his release had his mouth slackening against hers and his eyes rolling back into his head. When he came to his senses he was surprised at the genuine affection in her face, and as he tried to ask her to free him, she kissed his lips gently before blowing dust into his face and whispering "Sleep well my pretty puppy, your friends are nearly here and you need to listen to them before you continue your mission"

AN:

Second part of this is much more "Mature" than any other chapter to date (Smutty, definitely smutty peeps ), there is also an element of non con because Jackson is actually restrained behind a wolf's bane circle but its still consensual ( well as much as a biological imperative can be)

No infringement intended.

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