Author's note: This chapter is very smutty. Turn back now if you're not interested :P Otherwise, enjoy!


Jughead is on edge walking into school this morning. He'd spent all night wondering how Betty had reacted to his gift and he's nervous to see if she will be wearing it or if he's truly messed everything all up.

"J! I'm so proud of you," Cheryl beams, wrapping her arms around his neck and only grimacing slightly at his smell.

"Uh, thanks? What for," he wonders as she pulls away.

"You'll see," she assures as she skips off to class. Scratching his head, he wonders what she could be so proud of him for, but shrugs it off for now.

By lunch time, Jughead has completely forgotten his encounter with Cheryl and all he can think about is getting a glimpse of Betty's neck. He walks into the cafeteria and is immediately overwhelmed by her scent. It's stronger today, as if that were even possible and he finds her quickly in the crowd. His excitement is near impossible to contain at the sight of the necklace resting perfectly against her sternum. Betty catches his gaze, startling him slightly, but the small smile she offers soothes away all his fears. He returns her smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously before hurrying out of the cafeteria.

"Cher," Jughead calls, scanning the field as he trudges out to their usual smoking spot.

"Yes dog," Cheryl laughs as Jughead nearly jumps out of his skin.

"Fuck. Have I told you I hate it when you do that," he grumbles, annoyed that she's the only person capable of sneaking up on him.

"So? Did you see it," She asks, clapping her hands together in excitement.

"Yes I saw it," he nods. "She, she smiled at me Cher! She fucking smiled," he gushes, his cheeks going rosy with embarrassed excitement.

"See, what did I tell you? Now all we have to do is get you in a closet with her next weekend and she'll be bending over for you in no time," Cheryl teases, snatching the unlit cigarette from Jughead's fingers.

Jughead rolls his eyes, but his stupid boyish grin is a permanent fixture on his face.

"You know there's more to mating than fucking right," he tells her with a playful shove.

"Oh I know, but obviously the fucking is the best part," she argues with a cheeky grin.

Jughead takes a long drag off his cigarette and gives her an almost shy glance from the corner of his eye.

"I wouldn't know."

Cheryl whips her head in his direction so fast he's shocked it didn't just spin straight around.

"Are you shitting me right now? You've never even been laid before? Wha- How? I mean, obviously I'm not really into dogs, except my T-T of course. But J, you are a snack if I ever saw one and need I remind you I've been around for like nine hundred fucking years," she says in outrage.

"I've just never been interested I guess," he shrugs.

Cheryl looks to him with slight concern.

"No, I just mean, I've known Betty is my mate since my first turn," he shrugs, "I've never wanted anyone but her. She's it for me."

"Awe, you're such a hopeless romantic it's almost sickening," she teases.

Jughead glares at her and blows his lung full of smoke straight in her face.

"Have I mentioned that you're an asshole as well," she remarks, waiving the smoke away as Jughead laughs. "God, your dog breath is putrid."

Saturday morning, Jughead wakes up with a sudden determination to settle things with Archie. He figures things can't really get any worse than they are and he'd better just give it a shot. All morning, as he dresses and eats breakfast, he practices what he's going to say to him. Nothing seems to come out right and as he walks out the door, he decides he's just going to have to wing it.

For the first time in his entire life, Jughead feels strangely out of place, knocking on the Andrew's front door.

"What do you want," A bed headed Archie grits as he opens the door.

"Can we talk," he asks calmly.

Archie looks him up and down, his scowl settling deeper and deeper, but he steps aside and waives him inside.

"Coffee," Archie offers, his manners so firmly bred into him that even through his anger he feels the need to be polite.

"Sure," Jughead replies as he takes a seat at the table. Archie takes the seat across from him after pouring each of them a cup. He slides the mug across the table and takes a sip of his own before setting it down and crossing his arms over his chest. Jughead sips his own coffee before doing the same.

"Look," he starts, "I've tried to think of a million good ways to say this to you and there just isn't one, so I'm just going to come right out and say it. Betty is my mate."

"And what does that mean," Archie grumbles, his scowl unwavering.

Jughead sighs, "It means she's mine, in every sense of the word. Wolves don't just date and get married, we bond and mate for life. When I asked you not to date Betty it wasn't because I liked her, it was because she literally belongs to me. I didn't mean for any of this to happen Arch."

"Does she know," Archie questions, his scowl softening just a bit.

"No," Jughead admits with a shake of his head.

"When did you know," Archie wonders, shifting to lean his elbows on the table.

"Since we were eleven, after my first shift," he tells him, dropping his head. He feels guilty for not telling Archie about it until it destroyed their friendship.

"You knew," he questions in disbelief, "That whole time and you just sat by and watched everything that happened with me and her."

Jughead nods glumly.

"Jesus Jug. What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me," he wonders, raking his fingers into his already messy hair.

"I don't know. Betty always liked you best and I knew she felt more for you. I just wanted her to be happy. I don't make her happy Archie, all we do is argue and piss on each other," Jughead reminds him, feeling defeated by his own words.

"You're an idiot," Archie laughs.

"Why are you laughing," Jughead wonders as he seems to catch Archie's laughter.

"Do you realize that Betty is the only girl who has ever been able to put up with your bullshit," Archie tells him. "She puts up with you better than I do. She's only a bitch to you because you're such a grumpy dick all the time."

Jughead shoots him a glare, though he knows it's true.

"When we were little Betty used to try so hard to play with you and you were just mean to her. That's why she always ended up playing with me," he chuckles. "You remember that day we went to the petting zoo with dad? We were like eight," Archie wonders.

"Yea, the day Betty dumped her fruit punch on my head," he chuckles.

"Do you remember why she dumped it on you," Archie questions and Jughead can't for the life of him remember what had lead up to it. "Betty asked you to go see the pigs with her and you told her that pigs smelled bad like her. Normally she would have cried or something and made me go with her, but that was the day she finally had enough of your shit Jug. You guys have been at each other's throats ever since," Archie finishes, sitting back to sip at his coffee.

"So what you're saying is I'm an asshole and that Betty has hated me since we were eight. Thanks," Jughead scowls.

Archie laughs and shakes his head, "No," he sighs, "What I'm saying is, what reason would Betty have for putting up with you all these years if she didn't feel something for you. I saw the way she hugged you Jug and the way she looks at you sometimes when she thinks no one's watching. You're the one she likes best, not me."

Jughead nods. The more he thinks about Archie's words, the more he realizes he's right. Betty has been there for him through a lot of rough stuff over the years, and even though they've never been particularly nice to one another, they've always been close in their own way.

"I'm good if you are," Archie says offering his hand for a shake. Jughead takes it without even a moment of hesitation.

"Brothers for life," he assures as he claps a second hand over their handshake.

The following week goes by at a snail's pace. The anticipation of Cheryl's Christmas party is seriously stressing Jughead out. It's all anyone can talk about and it's only adding to his stress. He's glad that Cheryl had invited Toni, Sweet pea, and Fangs, so at least he won't be the only wolf there, but he's more nervous about seeing Betty than anything. With everything squared away between him and Archie, he's no longer worried about rocking their previously rocky friendship. He's hoping that Betty's gesture of wearing his necklace means what he thinks it does.

"Jug," Sweet Pea clips, smacking him in the back of the head. Jughead shakes himself from his dazed state and soothes the back of his head with his hand.

"What the fuck Pea," he growls.

"Dude, I just killed you like six times. What's going on with you lately," Sweet pea wonders, setting down his game controller and bringing his knee up onto the couch to face Jughead.

"Nothing," Jughead sighs, moving his controller from his lap to the coffee table. He pinches the bridge of his nose briefly before tugging his features downward with the palm of his hand.

"Doesn't look like nothing to me," he scoffs, "This have something to do with your girl?"

"Cheryl wants to stick us in a closet tonight," Jughead tells him with a touch of irritation in his tone.

"And? You gonna mount her or what," he wonders as if it were the obvious play.

"What? No. We haven't even talked to each other," Jughead argues, scolding his crude friend.

"Yea, I know," Sweet Pea says with a rare kindness in his voice. "What are you so worried about? Being alone together I mean."

Jughead sighs heavily, "I don't know if I'll be able to control my Alpha in such a small space Pea. She smells so fucking good," he groans, causing Sweet Pea to smirk. "The last thing I ever want to do is force her to mate. What if that happens tonight?"

"It won't," Sweet Pea assures with such confidence Jughead's almost startled.

"How can you say that like you know for sure," he wonders.

Sweet Pea shifts on the couch, scooting close to put an arm around Jughead's shoulders.

"Because I do. You would never let something like that happen, not ever. Just trust yourself," he assures, "If you need to get out of there me, Toni, and Fangs will be ripping down the door for you."

"Thanks," Jughead smiles. He feels slightly better knowing his friends have his back, but his worries are still heavy in his mind.

Later that night, Jughead shows up to Cheryl's and is completely floored at the sheer size of the ancient mansion. He's heard plenty of talk about how immense Thornhill is, but now, standing directly in front of it, his imagination never did it any justice.

"J! I'm so glad you made it," Cheryl beams as she answers the front door. "I was starting to worry you weren't coming."

"Us too," Sweet Pea nods, coming up behind Cheryl with Toni and Fangs at his heels.

The party has been in full swing for over an hour, but Jughead just couldn't get himself to leave. He spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to find something to wear. When he'd finally opted for his favorite grey t-shirt with a white S on the front of it, he moved on to worrying about his hair. At first he thought he might try to make it look nice and leave his beanie at home, but after thinking too hard about all the people that would ask him why he's not wearing it, he chose otherwise. He wants this night to go as smoothly as possible with as minimal altercations as he can manage, and being questioned by his classmates is not something he wants. When he'd finally gotten out of the house, he paced around outside for a good amount of time, worrying over every possible thing that could go wrong. He'd stressed himself out so badly that he needed to run it off. After shifting, running for almost half an hour, and getting himself back together, he finally made it to Cheryl's.

"Well, get in here," Cheryl demands, pulling him by his arm into the house. Jughead searches the crowd for Betty. He'd been able to smell her the second the door opened, but with all the moving bodies and loud music, he can't seem to put eyes on her.

"She's over there," Sweet Pea whispers, nodding in the direction of a blood red, velvet sofa in the middle of all the chaos. Jughead nods, taking a cup of beer from Toni before she disappears into the crowd with Cheryl at her side.

Jughead sticks to the perimeter of the room, keeping his eyes on Betty the entire time. A few guys try to get her to dance with them, but she always refuses before Jughead's wolf has a chance to snarl.

"So, did you know Toni's mated with a bloodsucker," Sweet Pea asks suddenly.

"You know," Jughead wonders, whipping his head to the side and giving Sweet Pea a questioning glare.

"Oh yea I do," he laughs. "I walked in on them upstairs at the Wyrm last weekend. It was pretty fucking hot, not gonna lie."

"Ew, Pea, Toni's like our sister. You're disgusting," he laughs, shaking his head in disapproval.

Sweet Pea shrugs, "What do you want? It's not like I'm getting any action at Southside. All those chicks are either claimed or waiting to be mated. You got lucky going to Riverdale," he tells him, a slight jealousy to his tone.

"Not really," Jughead says with a shrug.

"Holy shit! It all makes so much more sense now. You're afraid your Alpha's gonna take over because you've never even been fucked," Sweet Pea exclaims, "Oh shit Jug, you might be in trouble."

"What? Don't say that. Fuck Pea, what am I gonna do-"

"Everyone that wants to suck face, follow me into the parlor for a game of seven minutes in heaven," Cheryl hollers over the music. Jughead and Sweet Pea exchange worried glances as they follow a group into the parlor.

The lot of them sit in a sloppy circle on the floor. Jughead takes a seat between Fangs and Sweet Pea and Betty takes the seat directly across from him. A tiny grin tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at him with those big doe eyes through her lashes. His eyes dart to her necklace sitting perfectly in her cleavage and he's almost certain she's pushing her breasts together purposefully. He swallows the lump in his throat, already feeling his wolf begging to mate as he cautiously returns her smile.

The game goes on for nearly forty five minutes, different couples giggling or grumbling as their forced into the closet together. Some emerge a hot mess and others distraught and disgusted. Jughead takes a deep breath when finally it's Betty's turn. She leans forward, her breasts nearly spilling over the top of her dress and Sweet Pea pretends to wipe a bit of drool from his lip. Jughead rolls his eyes before returning his attention to the spinning bottle. Everything moves in slow motion as it nearly stops just before Jughead. It should have landed on Sweet Pea, but it moves strangely to point at Jughead. He raises a brow at Betty, having not missed the subtle flick of her wrist as the bottle changed its position.

"Ooh," Cheryl gushes excitedly. Jughead and Betty stand awkwardly as Cheryl pulls them along toward the closet. "Ok kids, you know the rules. You have seven minutes," Cheryl winks before shutting and locking the closet door.

Jughead feels like he can hardly breathe surrounded by her scent. It's completely intoxicating and he almost feels drunker off of it than the three beers he'd drank prior. He grits his teeth and backs himself against the wall, trying desperately to put any sort of distance between them. Betty seems to have other ideas as she wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

"I'm so sorry Juggy," she murmurs, her voice muffled by his t-shirt.

"Betts? Are you crying," he wonders, pushing her back gently by her shoulders. He can easily see her in the dark, thanks to his keen eyesight, and he's immediately heartbroken at the sight of her tear stained cheeks. "Don't cry Betts," he whispers as he pulls her back against him. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he assures her, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

Even trying to comfort her is proving to be difficult. With her pressed so closely against him and her scent invading his nostrils, his wolf is growing impatient and he can feel his body reacting. Quickly, but gently, he pushes her away from him and takes a steadying breath.

"Thank you," she whispers, "For the necklace I mean. I love it."

Jughead rubs at the back of his neck and nods.

"It's nothing," he tells her, feeling awkward about gifting her something so meaningful to him.

"It's not nothing Jug," she assures him, taking a step towards him. "I miss you," she whispers, reaching out to touch his hand.

"Betts, don't," he pleads, pulling his hand away as he feels his Alpha begin to take over.

"Juggy, please," she begs softly, moving to stand just inches from him.

"You don't understand Betty," he tells her, fighting hard against his wolf.

"Then help me," she says, reaching up to touch his face. He leans into the soft skin of her hand, his brows straining as his Alpha growls in his head.

"I don't know how," he tells her, his voice hardly a whisper. Betty rises on her toes and presses a soft peck to his lips. Jughead pulls back quickly, looking at her with distress in his eyes before taking her lips in a bruising kiss. There's no hesitation at all from her as she parts her lips, allowing his tongue to tickle her pallet. Betty presses herself against him, putting the most intoxicating pressure against his straining erection. A low growl rises in his chest and with it the overwhelming urge to mount her. Jughead spins her around and forces her roughly against the wall, pressing his arousal against her heat. Even through his jeans he can feel the intense warmth of her center and he can smell her arousal all over her. With the extension of his fangs, he quickly forces his Alpha to back down and struggles to pull away from her.

"Fuck," he groans. "Betty, away," he commands as calmly as he can manage, his Alpha timbre heavy in his tone. "Pea! Open this god damned door," he hollers as he bangs his fist against it. He eyes Betty over his shoulder before the door opens, a confused Sweet Pea and Cheryl staring at him, then at Betty in the far corner of the closet. He pushes past them and rushes to get out of here. He has to be somewhere, anywhere but here!

Sweet Pea looks to Cheryl, who nods in agreement before he steps into the closet and takes Betty by the shoulders. She scowls at him and tries hard to shrug him off, but he holds her firmly.

"Back off Sweet Pea," she clips.

Sweet Pea drops her arms, entirely confused that she knows who he is.

"Don't you dare pull that compulsion shit on me right now," she huffs, shoving past him and out of the closet.

"What are you talking about," he questions, quickly grabbing her wrist.

"Don't play dumb," Betty tells him as she rips her hand from his. "I remember. All of it, and while I appreciate that you did that for me then, don't you ever compel me again. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes Luna," Sweet Pea surrenders, bowing his head to her.

Betty raises a questioning brow before hurrying off to find Jughead.

Outside in the snow, Betty easily finds his footprints leading into the forest behind Thornhill. She follows them deep into the woods before they become a mess in a small clearing. She notices a bit of fabric beneath a fallen log. Kneeling down, she finds a pile of clothes shoved carelessly underneath it. Tugging out the shirt, she holds it up to her nose, breathing in the familiar scent she knows to be Jughead's before putting it back to survey her surroundings.

"Jughead," she calls into the forest, her voice echoing in the endless nothing that surrounds her.

Jughead trips in the snow, tumbling to a stop with the unmistakable sound of Betty's voice through the trees. Immediate panic sets in with the realization that she followed him. She can't be out here, not behind Thornhill. He hurries back in the direction he came, desperate to find her before someone or something else does. As he's running, trees whizzing by at lightning speed, Betty's terrified shriek cuts through him like a knife and he pushes to run as fast as his wolf can possibly take him.

As he comes to the clearing where he had shifted, he launches himself in front of Betty, baring his teeth and snarling at the dark figure before her. No sooner than he recognizes the figure as one of the Blossom's hunters does it make a leap towards him. He leaps forward to tackle it to the ground, its fangs driving into his throat as they tumble in the snow. Jughead manages to kick it off of him with his back claws and it disappears into the trees. He can feel himself weakening as the vampire bite works its way through his veins. His strength quickly diminishes and he's unable to maintain his shifted form.

"Jughead," Betty calls, clear distress in her voice as she runs toward him. She falls to her knees in the snow as his body shifts back to its human form.

With shaky hands, he grabs at his throat, desperate to stop the bleeding as he stares, completely stricken with fear into Betty's eyes. Betty quickly rips the skirt of her dress and holds it to his throat, then rushes back a few feet to grab his pants. She shimmies them on him as best she can before checking under the fabric on his neck. It's still bleeding, but she's slightly relieved that it's not as rapid as it had been a moment ago.

"I need you to get up Jug," she pleads as she helps him up. He's far heavier than she'd anticipated and she stumbles slightly, slipping in the crimson snow before she finally gets him up. "Keep pressure on it until we get back to Thornhill. It's not too far," she assures him as she ducks under his arm to support him. They walk together as fast as Jughead can manage, blood beginning to seep out from underneath the soaked bit of fabric against his throat by the time they reach the front gates of Thornhill.

Betty clumsily sits Jughead down against the fence and fights to keep from crying as she recognizes the sheer panic on his face.

"I'll be right back, I promise," she tells him, her voice shaky as tears begin to prick her eyes.

Jughead can only watch as she sprints through the gates.

"Sweet Pea," Betty screams as she runs through the front door. "Sweet Pea," she calls again, tears flooding her eyes into a blurry haze. Two strong arms grab her from behind and yank her hard against a firm chest.

"Woah princess. Is that Jughead's blood," Sweet Pea asks, catching a whiff of the blood on her and becoming highly concerned by her appearance. She's nearly covered from head to toe in blood, her dress torn and makeup streaked tears rolling down her face.

"Sweet Pea, we have to hurry. Please," she pleads, pulling him toward the door. Sweet Pea whistles through his teeth and Fangs and Toni are at their sides, along with Cheryl in an instant.

"Holy shit, what happened," Toni wonders with wide eyes.

"We don't have time for this," Betty cries, again pulling Sweet Pea by the arm toward the door.

"Cheryl, shut it down," Sweet Pea demands and Cheryl quickly turns to get everyone to leave. Sweet Pea finally follows Betty, Toni and Fangs at his heels as they run down the long drive of Thornhill. Betty leads them through the gates to where Jughead is leaned back against it on the ground.

"Oh fuck," Toni and Sweet Pea say in unison. Fangs drops to his knees beside Jughead and pulls back the blood soaked rag.

"Shit, guys, we need Cheryl," Fangs tells them, a panic to his tone that only furthers Betty's fear. Betty hates how afraid Jughead looks. She's never seen him afraid of anything, but she knows that a Vampire bite is lethal to a werewolf.

Sweet Pea and Fangs hoist Jughead up on their shoulders and walk him around to the back gate as the party clears out the front. Once inside, they lay him onto the nearest guest bed. Cheryl is quick to make an appearance and hurries to his side. Betty stays back near the door, not wanting to get in the way of whatever needs to be done.

As Jughead begins to choke, coughing up blood, Cheryl bites into her own wrist and offers him the blood that pools there. Jughead eyes Betty cautiously and she gives him a nod assuring him she's ok before he accepts Cheryl's blood. His choking stops almost immediately and Betty is relieved that the wound seems to be getting smaller.

"Betty, come," Sweet Pea demands gently. She crosses the room nervously, not wanting to interfere. Sweet Pea moves from Jughead's side and offers his spot on the bed to Betty. She looks nervously between Jughead and Sweet Pea before sitting beside Jughead. Toni, Cheryl, and Fangs clear out of the room and Betty is confused as to why they're just leaving him like this.

"It'll take a few hours but he'll be fine," Sweet Pea assures her, smiling gently as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'm your mate, aren't I," Betty asks, barely a whisper. Jughead nods, still not confident he can speak. He has no idea how she would know that, and she offers no further explanation. Instead, she lies down beside him, getting as close as she can and offers her neck to him. She knows from her studies that there's nothing more comforting to a distressed werewolf than the scent of his mate.

Without hesitation, Jughead nuzzles himself into the crook of her neck, rubbing her scent all over his face. After a moment he stills and just breathes her in, allowing her scent to soothe his fear. He'd never been so terrified in his life, than he was just moments ago. He was certain he was going to die, and he doesn't even want to think about what would have happened had he not had Cheryl to cure his bite.

After a long couple of hours spent nuzzled into Betty at his side, Jughead is finally feeling like himself again. The vampire bite on his throat has healed almost entirely. With the fear of death no longer hanging over his head, Betty's previously calming aroma is starting to make his wolf restless.

"Juggy, are you ok to get up," Betty asks as she continues to stroke his hair with her finger tips. Jughead nods, pressing his nose firmly against her pulse. He inhales her sweetness once more before pulling away and allowing her to get up. Betty hops down from the high bed and stretches, arching her back with her hands over her head. Jughead fights back a growl at the sight of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of what was once a nice dress. He watches with heavy lids as she crosses the room and flicks on the light of what looks to be an ensuite bathroom. She hurries back to the side of the bed with a slight smirk on her lips.

"Come here," she requests with open arms.

Jughead scoots to the edge of the bed and Betty helps him to sit up. His muscles are still weak from the vampire venom lingering in his veins and he's actually not entirely certain his legs will hold him up.

"Ok, grab my shoulder. Good, now just let me-" Betty wraps her arm firmly around his waist and hoists him to his feet with everything she has. They wobble slightly, but she steadies them fairly easily and walks him to the bathroom.

Once inside, she sits him on the lid of the toilet and gets the shower started. Jughead is beginning to feel anxious as the heat from the steamy water bathes the room in her scent. He watches with wide eyes, his wolf simultaneously whining and growling as Betty peels off her soiled dress. Her blonde hair cascades across her bare shoulders, the tips tinged red with his blood. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her full, perky breasts completely bared in front of him, a tiny black thong being the only article left on her body as she walks towards him.

A low growl vibrates in his throat as Betty comes to stand in front of him. Her nipples are perfectly at eye level and he so desperately wants to reach out and touch them. He curls his fingers in on his palms to keep himself from acting on his urges as her fingertips glide along his bicep and down his forearm to grab his wrist. Her skin on his ignites his Alpha's desire to mark her like never before.

"Betts," he warns as she pulls him to stand. He grits his teeth as she pulls his jeans open and slips them down his thighs. In their hurry to clothe him, his boxers were left behind and nothing stands in the way of his raging hard on as it springs from his jeans to slap against his abdomen. Betty brings her gaze to his, her astonishment clear on her face. If he wasn't trying so hard to keep his wolf in line, he'd be proud, but all he feels is desperation.

Carefully, she traces her index finger along the hardened length of his shaft, sending electric shivers pulsing through his groin. His inner wolf's whimper surfaces and he whines aloud at the far too minimal touch.

"Betty, don't," he whispers, his voice shaky with his intense arousal. Betty takes a small step back and slips off her panties before stepping into the shower. Jughead groans internally before joining her.

The water swirls red, a river of blood being washed down the drain as Jughead and Betty shower in silence. Their mutual nudity should have felt awkward, considering the last time they'd bathed together they were six. Aside from Jughead's Alpha snarling at his failure to mate, it's surprisingly comfortable.

Once the water has run clear, Betty moves to allow Jughead to relax in the hot water. He accepts her offer without hesitation, propping himself up with his hand against the shower and dropping his head, both allowing the water to rush over him and leaving his neck vulnerable. As a human, the gesture is likely to fall meaningless on her, but for Jughead it's a form of submission. He's leaving himself open to attack and trusting her completely.

Betty moves closer, running her fingers along his spine. She notes his submissive stance as her fingertips rise to the back of his neck, where if she'd been a wolf, she could have easily sunken her teeth into him. Jughead shivers as her fingers trace his hairline and upward to his earlobe. His cheeks flush at the moan he fails to hold back as her fingers trace along the scent glands at the side of his neck. As a wolf, his scent glands are impossibly sensitive to her touch and he craves for her to do it again. Instead, he feels the heat of her skin press into his back as her arms wrap around to his chest. Already his fangs have extended and his Alpha is growling in his head.

In an instant, he has her pinned against the shower wall, her hair in his fist as he exposes her neck. His fangs press against her pulse point and he can feel the heat coming off of her middle, nudged up against his tip as it's wedged between her thighs.

"Do it Juggy," she urges and he presses his fangs just enough to break the surface, the tiniest trickle of her blood like candy on his tongue.

"Out," he demands, his Alpha timbre thick with his desire. Betty scowls but has no choice but to obey and gets out of the shower. Jughead takes in a sharp breath, fighting against the angered Alpha in his head. He takes a moment to calm himself before drying off to join Betty in the bedroom.

"Stop doing that," Betty clips, shoving him by the chest as he opens the bathroom door.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes, knowing he shouldn't have used his Alpha on her.

"Why do you keep pushing me away? This is what's been wrong our entire lives isn't it? You had to have known I was your mate for quite some time," she argues before walking away to sit on the bed in a huff.

Jughead pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration.

"I've known since we were eleven," he tells her as he comes to sit beside her and Betty's jaw nearly hits the floor.

"Since we were eleven? Why Jug? Why didn't you ever say anything," she wonders, searching his eyes as if they hold all the answers.

"All we do is argue. If I told you that you were mine you would have just laughed in my face," he tells her, looking down at the floor.

"I love you Jughead. I always have," she tells him, playing with the edge of her towel anxiously.

His heart skips a beat with her confession, his head snapping up to look at her. He hates how vulnerable she looks and he aches to fix it. With his index finger, he lifts her chin to him. Her eyes dart between his, anticipation clear on her features. He presses a tender kiss to her supple lips, pulling away and gently resting his forehead against hers with a shaky sigh.

"I will love you until there is no air left in my lungs to breathe, and even after, I will still love you," Jughead assures her, pouring his very soul into his words.

Betty leans back, pulling her wet hair off of her neck as she offers her exposed pulse to him. His wolf begs to mark its mate, filling his head with pitiful whimperings. Slowly, he leans forward, cradling her head in his hand as he presses his lips to her pulse. He inhales her scent feeling almost high off of her. His Alpha whines as he licks a hot stripe from her collar bone to the base of her ear. She tastes like the sweetest honey on his tongue and he's already shaking with arousal. The towel around his waist offers hardly any decency and he's well aware that Betty can see just how she affects him. It's only made worse by the scent of her arousal, emanating from her core. He knows exactly how soaking wet she is for him and it's driving both he and his wolf to madness.

"Tell me you want this," he pleads, not willing to mark her unless she verbally submits.

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," she purrs, "I'm yours Juggy."

"Say it again," he groans as his fangs press against her pulse.

"I, am, yours," she breathes, her tone dripping with sex.

Jughead fists her hair and holds her in place. A low growl building in his chest, releasing as he takes her skin in his teeth. Betty gasps, clutching at his wrist as his fangs break through her skin. Her crimson blood smells of sugary sweets, completely overwhelming his senses as it floods hot against his tongue. He laps at it mercilessly until it slows to a trickle and only then does he pull away, his inner wolf yipping in approval as he licks his lips.

Quickly, Jughead nips his wrist, and swipes his own blood along his mark on her neck. Betty winces only slightly as he smears his blood into hers with his fingertips. This is a crucial part of mating. The mixing of their blood will permanently alter the way other wolves identify her. She will forever carry his scent, coursing through her veins alongside her own. Jughead's blood will also help the bite to heal faster, but it will not disappear entirely as it would were she to consume his blood. The wound will heal in a few days' time, rather than weeks, leaving two opposing crescent moon scars as a symbol of her devotion.

Betty's lids are heavy and hooded with lust as she watches his tongue dart out to lick at his blood stained lips. Without a second thought, her towel hits the floor and she's in his lap.

Jughead falls back onto the bed, frustrated with the towel around his waist as it blocks her heat. Out of sheer frustration, he flips her onto her stomach and tosses his towel across the room. Betty presses back against him and he growls when his tip finds her slick heat. Purely on instinct, he grabs her hips and yanks her back against him, his arousal straining against her backside. Betty lies her upper body flat against the bed, feeling herself open wide to welcome him inside. He ruts against her, slicking himself with her arousal and she's already a moaning mess beneath him.

"Fuck," Jughead groans, laying over Betty's back as he tries desperately to resist his instincts.

"What is it Jug," Betty pants, fighting the urge to push back against him.

"You need to know something before we do this," he tells her cryptically. He hadn't planned for this to happen so spontaneously. He'd planned to ease her into the idea if they ever got past hating one another. He wanted to tell her how mating works and make sure she understands completely what it all means, but now, here, he just wants to slip inside her and fuck her until she can't see straight.

Betty whines, wiggling her backside just enough to coax his hips to press against her. Jughead moans, frustrated but trying to do the right thing by being honest with her.

"Betts-" he swallows hard and takes in a ragged breath, "I… I have to, you know, inside you. It won't work if I don't," he whispers shyly against her shoulder as he grips her hips in a desperate attempt to still her movements.

"Just fuck me Juggy," she pleads urging him to growl with his Alpha's overwhelming desire to mate.

He should be nervous. Scared, apprehensive, clumsy even, having absolutely zero experience in any form of sexual relations, but all he feels is his wolf's instinctual drive to complete its bond. Without warning, he thrusts himself inside her and Betty cries out in both pain and pleasure.

"Fuck," Jughead groans. "It's- You're- So fucking tight," he chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut as he falls into a rhythm. His wolf growls and whines in time with his own moaning as his climax threatens to break.

"Oh, Juggy! Fuck me harder," Betty cries and he nearly loses it.

"Shit Betts," he pants, shaking with desire as her words fuel the fire in his loins. Jughead clenches every muscle in his body, fighting off his climax. Betty doesn't stop and he digs his fingertips into her hips, forcing her to be still. "Fuck," he whispers. He begins his thrusts again, much more slowly and carefully this time, not yet ready for this to be over.

Betty pulls away suddenly, his cock slipping from her heat. He whines in protest, but she has him on his back the next second. She straddles his hips and sinks down on his throbbing member. The new angle has him reeling and he knows he's done. Betty bounces on his cock, and he can't even begin to hold it back as his orgasm rips through his body like a bolt of hot lightning. He grips her hips, pulling her down hard as his release coats her womb, completing their bond. Betty collapses against his chest, panting hard from her own plunge over the edge of ecstasy.

"You're mine now," he growls against her ear and he can feel her smile against his chest.

"I've always been yours Jug. I love you," she tells him with a kiss to his naked chest.

"I love you more," he replies, breathing in the scent of their combined release in the air. He lets out a contented sigh, his wolf no longer growling and snarling at his failure to mate. He finally feels a sense of harmony that has been absent since his very first shift.

Betty gets up carefully and stands to make her way to the bathroom.

"No," Jughead cries out, his tone urgent and his eyes wide with worry as he forces Betty back to the bed. She looks to him with confusion riddling her flushed features and he chews at his lip. He contemplates what he's about to do, worried that she's going to think he's weird or something, but he bites back his nerves, knowing that ensuring the completion of their bond is more important than what she might think of him in this moment. Regardless of trying to come off casual about it, Jughead's cheeks feel hot as he shyly lifts her hips and places a pillow beneath her.

"Jug? What are you doing," Betty asks with honest curiosity, though he can detect a bit of nervous hesitation in her tone.

Jughead clears his throat, "Ah, it has to stay there," he tells her as he rubs the back of his neck. He peeks at her from beneath his lashes and is surprised to find an amused smirk on her lips. "What," he asks, not quite daring to chuckle at her unforeseen reaction.

Betty shakes her head, "I've always thought you're adorable when you're nervous," she tells him and it only furthers his confusion. He just forced her to put a pillow under her butt, increasing the risk of her getting pregnant to almost certainty, and she's amused? She thinks it's adorable? "It's ok you know," she offers and Jughead cocks his head to the side. "I'm on birth control," she says as if it should be reassuring.

Jughead sighs, "I know," he tells her as he lays back down beside her. Betty has been on birth control since the beginning of freshman year. He knows because she not so casually mentioned it in passing one morning on their way to school, most likely hoping it would entice Archie. He remembers rolling his eyes, but also feeling a little heartbroken that she had seemingly done it for Archie's benefit.

"So if it's not that, what is it," she wonders. Betty shifts onto her side to get a better look at him, making sure to keep her hips elevated the way he had set them.

"Betts, I'm a werewolf. I hate to break it to you, but your birth control is no match for my swimmers," he teases, hoping to hide the fact that he's freaking out a little bit. He is in no way ready to have a baby, and a baby werewolf at that, but this is a necessary step in mating. It is crucial that his seed remains in place as long as possible. The more that her body absorbs on their first mating, the stronger their bond will be. Not only will their bond be stronger for it, but it forces her womb to be prepared to carry a wolf.

Jughead knows from firsthand experience what happens when a first time bond is not completed properly. It had been his father that had drilled this most embarrassing part of mating into his young mind. On his parent's first mating, FP had failed to inform his mother about the importance of seeding her womb and it had been washed away after mere minutes. They'd tried to remedy their mistake multiple times, but it was clearly irreparable when Gladys became pregnant with Jughead. Gladys' body was not strong enough to carry a wolf, having not been able to prepare itself properly, and Jughead quite literally drained the life out of his mother over the course of her pregnancy. Not only was she incredibly weakened by his unsustainable need for nutrients her body simply could not sacrifice without depleting her entirely, she also sustained terrible injuries. Wolf pups have incredible strength even from an early gestation. Gladys' unprepared womb could not protect her from the rib and spine cracking kicks of her pup.

Betty reaches up to touch Jughead's cheek, sensing his discomfort and wondering briefly if she can actually feel his discomfort before passing it off as just knowing each other too well.

"We will just have to be more careful from now on then," she assures him. Jughead cracks a slightly relieved smile, but Betty is almost certain she can feel his caution, his fear, his adoration.

Jughead scoots himself closer to her and for the first time in all the years they've known each other, he dares to wrap his arm beneath her and pull her tight against his side. Betty nuzzles closer, her head on his chest and smiles contentedly as she listens to the steady thrum of his heart. He holds her close with one strong arm, the other tucked behind his head. He's never felt so whole, as he does with her beside him, skin to skin, her scent enveloping him entirely like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day.

"Jug," Betty murmurs as her fingers trace lazy circles on his chest.

"Hmm," he replies lazily, his body tired from healing and their rather intense mating.

"Does Archie know," she asks, barely a whisper. Jughead lifts his head, squinting at her in his groggy state.

"What," he questions, confused if she means of his wolf or their bond.

"That you're a wolf," she clarifies. She props her chin against his chest and looks up at him with her big green eyes and he nearly forgets what she's asked him as he's swept up in jades and emeralds.

"Uh, uh yea. Yea he knows," Jughead replies.

"Why didn't you tell me," she wonders, though she could pretty easily make a guess.

Jughead shrugs, "Same reason you didn't tell me you're a witch," he challenges. Betty sits up from his chest and shoots him a playful glare over her shoulder. She pulls her knees up to her chest, tucking the blankets under her arms for coverage.

"That's fair," she says simply. She doesn't even bother to ask how he knows. With his sense of smell she's sure there's some kind of give away.

"How long have you known, about me I mean," she wonders. Jughead sits up and pulls her back between his legs before resting back against the headboard.

"A couple weeks. Cheryl told me actually," he admits and Betty is actually surprised he hadn't known longer. "I've never smelled a witch before and since you're my mate I didn't notice anything aside from that," he shrugs, tracing his fingertips along the valley of her breasts.

"What do I smell like," she wonders.

"Like candy, only so much sweeter," he groans. He buries his nose in her hair and breathes her in. A shiver runs down his spine, "You don't even know what you do to me Betts."

"I think I do," she argues, feeling his growing arousal against her lower back.

Jughead, clears his throat, shifting awkwardly and hurries to cover Betty with the comforter. Before she even has a chance to question him, the bedroom door swings open and Sweet Pea stumbles in, Fangs following just behind, laughing at Sweet Pea's jumbled footing. Sweet Pea scowls at Fangs and lunges to tackle him, but both boys straighten up immediately, freezing in place with the rumble of Jughead's irritated growl.

"Oh shit," Sweet Pea startles, covering his eyes, "Sorry, sorry, ah fuck. Were you guys about to-"

"No Pea, we weren't about to," Jughead clips, raising his upper lip to bare his teeth defensively as Betty hugs the sheets tight to her naked frame.

"Awe no way. He finally mounted her," Fangs cries out, smacking Sweet Pea in the arm excitedly.

"I fucking knew it," Sweet Pea celebrates, raising a triumphant fist in the air. "You owe me ten bucks," he grins. Fangs rolls his eyes and hands over a ten dollar bill before Jughead clears his throat expectantly. Sweet Pea and Fangs both come to the bedside, taking careful strides.

Betty watches as some unspoken conversation happens between the three boys and suddenly Sweet Pea and Fangs are both on the bed, one on each side of her and Jughead has moved to allow them the room. Betty sits completely still as the two boys invade her space. Sweet Pea gently brushes her long, golden waves aside and gasps slightly at the sight of the fresh mark on her neck. Fangs quickly joins him and Betty eyes a very proudly smirking Jughead.

Jughead chuckles, "They're just curious," he tells her and she almost laughs at how strangely childish the two boys at her neck seem in this moment. They're both ogling the mark on her neck like it's the latest video game and Jughead is sitting idly by, looking the part of an amused father. It's all so ridiculous, she can't even begin to be uncomfortable with the fact that she's naked.

"You'll be their Luna one day. It's best they know your scent well, even better they know it when it's this freshly merged with mine. They'll never forget it," he tells her fondly.

"What's a Luna," she asks, having not come across the term in any of her research on wolves over the years. Sweet Pea nuzzles her mark with his nose, tickling her ear with his deep inhale and exhale of her scent. Betty shudders, giggling with the sensation and Sweet Pea chuckles too.

"Sorry. You smell nice," he tells her, beaming from ear to ear. Fangs takes another sniff and nods in agreement. Both boys lay down at her sides, appearing to lounge casually, but she notices they continue to sniff at the air, further familiarizing themselves with her scent. Jughead moves over her, leaning her back against the pillows as he follows her down. He apparently has no regard for either of their nudity anymore, or the arousal she feels pressed against her as he props himself on his elbows.

"You, are Luna. My Luna and theirs. I'm going to be the next Alpha which is loosely like being king of my pack, which makes you their queen. Their Luna," Jughead explains, a sly smirk on his lips. Both Fangs and Sweet Pea roll to face her, propping themselves up on their elbows and Betty is slightly flustered by all the eyes on her. She notes the incredible amount of heat that seems to be radiating from the three boys in her bubble and is shockingly just as aroused as Jughead in this moment.

"You're pack now Luna," Sweet Pea tells her with a gentle nudge of his nose to her mark, his voice far more husky than it had been previously. Betty moans involuntarily at the contact to her mark and Jughead grounds his hips deeper against hers, eying Sweet Pea as if to warn him of something.

"Oh, hell no," Cheryl cries out from the doorway. "You are not pack mating in my guest room," she scolds, giving the group of wolves surrounding their Luna a searing glare. Not one of them moves and Toni giggles, tugging at Cheryl's arm.

"Come on babe, just leave them. We can go do some mating of our own," Toni whispers just loud enough for them all to hear. Cheryl crosses her arms over her chest, but follows Toni willingly.

"Pack mating," Betty asks incredulously. "Jug, I-"

Jughead silences her with his lips on hers and suddenly she's forgotten what she'd been so worried about. The sheet between her and Jughead's skin begins to move downward and she catches Fangs out of the corner of her eye as he pulls it out of the way. With the sheet no longer between them, Jughead's arousal is pressed firmly against her thigh. As he continues to assault her mouth with his tongue, the clinking of belt buckles and the swish of fabric dropping to the floor surrounds them. Betty can hardly focus on anything but the slip of Jughead's tongue against hers and the rut of his hips. She's taken by surprise when a pair of large hands that don't belong to Jughead urge her to sit up. Jughead swiftly adjusts the two of them so that Sweet Pea can situate himself behind Betty, his mouth never leaving hers. She's pleasantly surprised by how amazing it feels to have the warm skin of Sweet Pea's chest against her back and even more surprised when Fangs sits beside them and whines, sounding every bit like a sad puppy. Betty pulls back from Jughead and eyes him nervously, biting at her bottom lip. Wordlessly, Jughead moves Betty's hand to rest on Fangs upper thigh and she looks to him in surprise.

"Just this once," he both pleads and requests before continuing to kiss her hungrily. Betty's mind is quickly overwhelmed with all the contact points between the four of them. Jughead's lips on hers, his large calloused hand on her left breast, his thick erection nudging at her entrance. Fangs' fingers stroking hers and urging her to grasp his arousal. Sweet Peas' sturdy, muscular chest pressed against her shoulder blades, his slightly less than Jughead's but still impressive arousal fit snugly within the curve of her lower back and his strong fingers pinching at her right nipple.

Jughead thrusts himself inside her for the second time this evening and the surprise causes her to finally grasp Fangs in her hand, urging him to moan and starting a chain reaction between them. First Fangs, then Jughead as he pushes himself ever deeper within her folds. Betty cries out Jughead's name, arching her back and Sweet Pea praises her for the pressure against his straining erection. Betty can't even begin to focus on Fangs and he's becoming frustrated with the minimal friction. With a low growl in his chest, Sweet Pea adds his hand on top of Betty's and helps his Luna satisfy their Delta all whilst shaking from his own arousal against her back. Jughead's speed picks up and Betty cries out his name, earning a collective moan from each of the boys.

Fangs moans loudly, a slight growl in his chest as his release spills over both Betty and Sweet Peas hands. Jughead is giving it everything he has not to finish before his Beta. Sweet Pea removes his hand from Fangs, who is now watching as he pants, and moves it to Betty's chest to rub the sticky release into her skin. With his clean hand, he reaches between Jughead and Betty, slowly to be sure of his Alpha's permission, and begins to rub tight circles on her swollen bud. Betty moans louder than ever before, the feeling of Jughead inside her, so full and deep, and Sweet Pea's fingers hitting all the right spots she didn't know she had. Sweet Pea cries out to his Luna and she can feel every pulse of his release against her back. The sheer excitement of drawing such a reaction without ever touching him has her nerve endings vibrating. Before Sweet Pea has even come down from his climax, she cries out both Jughead and Sweet Pea's names as he keeps working his fingers. Jughead is quick to follow, the spasms of Betty's inner walls milking him of everything he's got while simultaneously being filled with pride for his Beta having satisfied his Luna.

As Jughead and Sweet Pea catch their breath, another wordless conversation is had between the three wolves. Betty is taken entirely off guard by the three of them taking turns kissing her mark before they untangle. Betty is again instructed not to clean herself up and she rolls her eyes at Jughead.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if this is just another bet. How long can Betty stay disgusting," she mocks and the three boys burst into laughter as they begin to dress themselves.

"Baby I promise you, this was not a bet," Jughead chuckles as he comes back to sit beside her on the bed, still shirtless with his jeans left open. "I wanted to talk to you about all of this before any of it ever happened but, too little too late I suppose. Pack mating is something only done between an Alpha and his two highest ranking wolves," he explains easily. "Sweet Pea is my Beta. That means that should anything ever happen to me, he will take my position as Alpha, which also means, as Luna, you must bear his scent. Same goes for Fangs as Delta. As Delta, fangs is next in line to take position of Beta, should anything every happen to Sweet Pea. As Luna, bearing their scents is precautionary. I know it's a little over the top, but you did amazing baby. Better than I could have ever hoped for," he praises with a kiss to her forehead.

"So how long do I have to stay like this," Betty whines and again the three boys laugh.

"At least an hour baby girl," Sweet Pea pipes up.

Betty gives him a playful scowl and to her surprise he blushes. She swears she can feel his shyness and again wonders if something about mating allows her to feel what they feel.

After over an hour of lying almost perfectly still among her three wolves on the bed, Betty celebrates internally. She can finally shower and get some sleep.

The sun has just begun to peek over the distant horizon by the time she's finished with her shower. From the floor, she picks up one of the boy's shirts, finding it to be Sweet Pea's and pulls it on. She crawls onto the bed and over a heavily sleeping Sweet Pea to sit in the middle of the bed. Jughead is laid along one side of the bed, his head rested on the pillow slightly to the center of the bed. Sweet Pea is laid as almost a mirror image of Jughead along the other side and Fangs is passed out at the foot of the bed, a throw tossed haphazardly over his fidgeting frame. Betty giggles to herself, blushing as she recalls the events of the evening. A part of her worries that things will be weird now, but it all seemed so normal for them. It was as if the whole event was something they'd been preparing their whole lives for, and maybe, she supposes, they had. With a smile, Betty plants a soft kiss to each boy's forehead, then snuggles up to Jughead and allows sleep to take her into tomorrow.