Title: Found Wanting
Genre: Angst
Rating: M?
Pairing: wolf/imprint
Words: 501
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prompt: This was a fairly odd prompt. It was a picture of Spongebob with the caption "I came here to fuck bitches." You can see it on my twitter. twitter caystar13star/ status/ 472556797895524352

AN: I didn't list a particular couple so you can choose to hate who you want. As long as it's not me ;) I did however have a specific couple in mind when I wrote it, and it might not be who you think. Let me know if you want me to tell you.

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Found Wanting

He slammed the truck door and stalked toward the house, snarling when he picked up his alpha's scent on the lawn. What business did he have trespassing on this land?

His previously white shirt was stained with oil and dirt, half-tucked into his ripped and faded jeans. He turned back to the cab to pull out the nearly-empty bottle of cheap whiskey, grimacing as he took a large swallow.

Inside the small, tidy house she was quaking in fear. Her hands shook as she hurried to wipe the last of the crumbs from the table, peeking around the corner to be sure the kids were occupied in the other room. Two little heads covered with silky black hair were cocked to the side as they watched another episode of Spongebob on the ancient TV.

Her skin prickled as she felt him drawing near, and she cast her eyes around the room to make sure the kitchen was spotless as she carried his plate from the stove to the table. The food was cooler now—an hour after he normally arrived home—but she knew there would be no reasoning with him if he wasn't pleased with the meal.

The screen door slammed as his boots hit the floor in the hallway, and the children fell silent as the oldest reached to turn down the volume so it wouldn't bother daddy's ears. He tended to growl more when Spongebob was up too loud.

She tucked herself into the corner, trying desperately to disappear, but he had other concerns. He stalked right up to her and jerked her chin up with two large fingers. "What was he doing here?"

Two tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she desperately tried to catch up with his train of thought. The whiskey on his breath made her nose wrinkle, and when his mouth pulled up in a wide smirk she knew she hadn't been able to contain her reaction.

"What's the matter? I don't smell good? I'm not all clean-cut and well-mannered like him?" His voice slurred slightly, making her worry about just how much of his paycheck he had spent at the bar. The baby really needed diapers, and she hated to ask for help.

His words finally registered and she realized what he was talking about. Their alpha had stopped by earlier to check on her, and his scent must have lingered. She'd done her best to smile and wave him on, but she knew he saw her pain.

A hot hand covered the mark on her neck, flooding her traitorous body with desire. She closed her eyes against the feelings until he shook her slightly. "He can't make you feel like this, can he? I'm the only one who can."

She leaned into his touch as he pulled her body flush with his, her face tilted up for a kiss. He moved closer and then laughed, stopping an inch from her waiting lips.

"Sorry, bitch—I'm just here to fuck."