A/N.
New chapter, yay. I hope you liked Scott's insight on things in the first chapter; if you want more Scott POV, tell in reviews.
And on with the story that should have been a one-shot, the author regrets nothing.
There will be so many tears in this chapter.

Thank you so much to Angel of Love and mariclerson for their review, keep them up.

Chapter two.
My beautiful relief.

"Anger is an acid that can do more
harm to the vessel in which it is stored
than to anything on which it is poured."
―Mark Twain

He didn't tell Scott anything when he walked into the room and saw the teen sitting up against the wall, big brown eyes staring back at him. He walked over and sat beside the young wolf, shooting his sad glances.

"What did my boss want?" Scott asked and sighed.

"It's more his sister. She wants to talk to you, said that it might make you more willing to say something when there wasn't any pack member near." He answered and looked up just in time to see Scott make a run for the door, his roar sounded barely a second after, making Scott whine and seek shelter up against the wall, his head hidden, and Derek caught glimpses of golden in the pup's eyes.

Derek shot a pained look at Scott and reached his hand forward, he hoped Scott would take it, if not, and then he might as well find a better Alpha for the teen.

He heard shuffling and looked up to see Scott had moved to a crunch and looked intense at the Alpha. Derek bowed his head but didn't move.

More sounds came and soon, Derek felt the barest pressure being put in his outstretched hand. He smiled and looked up again to see Scott had laid his hand in Derek's. He curled his hand around Scott's and pulled the teen into a hug, Scott tensing for a moment before returning it.

"You can't do that again Scott," he said, his voice a little low from where it was buried against Scott's shirt.

"He said…" Scott stopped and Derek could feel the tears staining his shirt.

"He said... that if I ever told you. That if I ever told you, what he would do to me would be even worse. I'm scared Derek," Scott whispered and the teen pressed his head even more against Derek's shoulder. Derek just held him, he didn't know what to do, he should have pressed more when he cornered the teen right after they had finished planning the attack on the Alpha pack.

He had gotten enough. During the entire meeting Scott had only said one thing, and that was to him. He had noticed that the beta, kept as big as a distance to his uncle as possible, and when Peter had sent Scott a smile the beta's heartrate had spiked and his eyes had dated to the door. Derek could smell the fear rolling of Scott in waves. So when they had all talked about the fight, Derek sent everybody home, he shot his uncle a hard glare and ordered the 'should have stayed dead' man out of his loft, his own beta's following him out.

When he saw Scott was about to leave too, he stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, pulling it away as soon as it had landed, when the young wolf flinched and the scent of fear spiked.

"Scott, what's wrong," he asked concerned, this wasn't right.

"Nothing," the pup mumbled.

Derek sighed before he laid a hand on Scott again, this time closer to his neck and gave a squeeze, the teen didn't flinch this time, and he slowly led the wolf over to his couch and made him sit down.

"You're concerning a lot of people Scott. Two days ago Isaac called me and said…" he broke off when Scott looked up at him with tears in his eyes, "It wasn't me Derek, I swear."

He sighed again and sat down beside the teen and thought back to his conversation with Isaac. When they were done talking he had almost torn his entire loft down, he promised Isaac that he would try to do something, but then the beta had whispered "I think it was Peter." And then he had hung up.

"Scott, if my uncle is hurting you, you can talk to me okay!?"

There was no answer from Scott but the teen had begun shaking and Derek could smell salt in the air, along with blood. He looked down to see Scott had his claws out and was clawing wildly at his arms.

"Scott, stop it," he said before he took each of Scott's arms, ignoring the growl and straining to get free, he took the teen wolf in an embrace. Scott's dam had finally broken, and the teen was crying and sobbing hysterically, his arms now locked around Derek.

They sat like that for hours before Scott finally said something.

"I'm sorry," and he crawled away from Derek, "It's not Peter, I'm handling it," he continued and walked out of the door.

"Scott, this is the complete opposite of handling it."

The pup looked down at the dried blood on his hands.

"I didn't have sex in my room Derek, I don't know who but it wasn't me a. . ." He snarled at Scott's lies, and watched as the young wolf flinched and bared his neck for him. His breath caught at the act of submission and his snarl became a surprised gasp.

He walked towards Scott and laid his hand on the teen's neck, accepting the submission from the beta.

"You can deny it all you want Scott, but I won't pressure you. Come to me when you want to talk."

The beta nodded and slowly walked out of the loft, looking back at Derek one last time, before he softly closed the door.

As soon as the door closed behind Scott Derek took a chair and tossed it into a wall, the wood shattering. He let out a roar and went out to find his uncle, 'I'm going to kill you Peter.'

"Come on Scott," he said and let the pup out of the train and pass the concerned eyes of Isaac and Boyd.

"I'm staying with him." Was the only thing he said before he led Scott out to his car, and made the teen sit on the passenger seat.As he started the car, he could feel the others eyes on him, "Are you mad at me?" a small voice sounded, broken and barely there.

Derek tightened his grip around the steering wheel.

"No, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself, I'm mad over that we didn't see what he did to you until it, until it was already too late." He answered tensely and drove out of the parking lot.

They continued to sit in silence for almost ten minutes, before it was broken.

"He didn't only rape me," Scott whispered quietly while he starred out of the window, eyes lost in the past.

"He sa-said that it was his duty to raise me like a man, to learn that not everything was given, that I had to learn how good I had it, how pleased I should be with him for wha…" he broke off when Derek shot him a look and he bowed his head in submission.

Derek had parked the car on the side of the road and laid his hand on Scott's neck, Scott looked up at Derek's still red eyes and Derek kept his gaze there.

"Scott, no matter what my uncle did to you, no matter what he drilled into your head, he will never lay a hand on you again, because he's not coming back, never. You're my beta and that will never change, you can yell at me, you can fight me and you can threaten me and I will still be here for you, got it," he said with mild command in his voice.

Scott nodded and Derek started the car again. He knew it wasn't over; he wanted Scott to become angry, to yell and scream at people. He didn't like the small fragile person he had become; scared to be thrown out of the pack he had fought so long to not be a part of. Hell, he was even afraid of his own shadow.

The last five minutes in the car was spent in silence, Derek shooting glances at Scott. He really hoped that Deaton's sister could get Scott to talk, maybe even realize that Derek wouldn't throw him out of the pack.

"Come Scott," he said and got out of the car and waited on Scott to do the same. After a minute, Scott's door opened and the wolf made careful steps towards Derek and nodded. "Better get this done."

Derek sighed sadly and led Scott inside with a light hand on his back and opened the door to the waiting room, a bell signaling that they had arrived.

Morrel stepped into the room and greeted them.

"Now Derek, I know that you want to be here when me and Scott talk but I think it will be a bad idea," she started out before she smiled a friendly smile at Scott, "Why don't you go sit in my brother's office while I talk with Derek." Scott nodded a little before he dragged his feet over the floor and out of Derek's eyesight.

"From what you and my brother have told me I think Scott suffer from sever PTSD and angst, maybe even a little denial when I think about it. He knows what Peter did to him was wrong from the start, but he was unable to stop it from happening." She said and leaned against the counter top.

"Will he ever be okay," Derek asked.

"Peter will always be a shadow in your beta's life, always. But it will be no use in blaming yourself for what has already happened; we have enough of that in Scott."

Derek wanted to protest but he knew that being in the room with Scott, would most likely just make the young wolf even more nervous than he already was.

"Okay, should I leave," he asked.

Morrel nodded, "That would be best; I'll call you when we're done."

Derek bowed his head and left the room.

Scott POV.

He knew he was shaking but he couldn't stop. He tried to listen for his Alpha's footsteps when he heard sounds, but the only person that entered the room was Morrel, she gave him a small smile.

"Derek will not be present for the meetings that we have," she started saying and he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"I don't need help Morrel, I'm doing fine without it, thank you," he tried to convince her, but to no avail.

Morrel POV.

"Scott, you were raped, not once, not twice but serval times, it even happened in your own home, in your room. Your earlier shift to full wolf shows that you and your mental help are under great risk. I know that you think by denying what happened to you are worse than accepting the help you are offered." She pinned the teen under a hard glare before sighing.

"I want you to tell me about the last time he ever touched you, when was it?"

She knew that she was putting the young man under a lot of pressure but she was worried about him, the boy her brother said had potential to become a True Alpha, but she guessed that that wouldn't happen now, not with his submission to Derek.

He looked horrified at her, his eyes big and his mouth was agape. She sent him a look, "Please Scott."

Scott POV.

He sighed and looked down at his hands.

"Mind getting Deaton," he asked. He didn't want to talk to Morrel; he didn't really trust her, not like he trusted Deaton.

She nodded and left the room in search of her brother.

He looked up at the celling, what should he tell them. He couldn't really lie to them, not to Deaton. He looked at his hands and flexed his fingers, what would have happened if he killed Peter? He could have killed him, when the man was under the haze of an orgasm, it would be so easy to just let his claws out and slash the man's throat, to end him for once and all.

His musings was broken when the door opened again, this time Deaton entered first, with Morrel behind him.

"I'm afraid that I have urgent business to attend but my brother will take care of you," she said before leaving the room and then the building.

Suddenly he felt hot; he felt like he couldn't breathe, he laid a hand against his chest. He heaved after breath, why couldn't he breathe?

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and a urgent voice close to him.

"Breathe Scott, calm down, just breathe, calm down," it kept going until he felt like he could breathe again. He felt the cool surface of a glass in his hand, and with too great difficulty he curled his fingers around it and with help from his boss, he led it up to his lips

"It's okay Scott. How about we start easy? Start with why you think Derek will throw you out of the pack. He killed his uncle again when he found out what the man had done to you. He's been the Alpha he should have been from the moment he killed Peter for the first time."

He looked to his side and saw Deaton sitting there with his hand on his shoulder and he sighed, why did he think Derek would throw him out of the pack?

"Because I'm dirty. Because when he touched me and told me to enjoy it, I did, I enjoyed it." He said lowly and turned his head away from the older man's penetrating eyes.

"From what you have just told me Scott, you only enjoyed it because he told you to, and I'm willing to bet a lot of things that he used the power of an Alpha when he told you so."

Scott would admit that his boss had a point, but it didn't change the fact that he felt dirty.

"I didn't even know how I shifted. I just wanted relief from everything. For that short moment before he came and ordered me to change back, that's what I got. I still knew what had happened to me, it was just easier to bear as a wolf. Everything was muted, I felt no anger, no hate, no nothing." He answered and clenched his hands. Deaton was making it so easy to just let it all out.

"A wolf does not have the same thoughts or feelings as a human. We emissaries call it feral, a werewolf that relies on instincts only. Derek wanted you to shift back as fast as possible so you didn't get stuck in the full shift. I understand why you did what you did Scott, but to get back to the original question of why you think Derek want's to throw you out of the pack."

He let out a frustrated groan and closed his eyes. He had already told him why. He felt dirty. When he opened them again they were tinged golden.

"Because how can an Alpha want a weak beta," he growled and turned around to slash at Deaton. It was like all light had turned off inside of him and only an all-consuming rage. Why did they keep pushing, he had already told them he was fine.

But the other man was faster to react then the wolf wanted and jabbed a needle into his neck, emptying it's contents before the wolf had time to reach and it slumped into a heap on the floor, it's mind blank.

A/N.
I'm sorry for the many change of POV at the last part of the chapter but hope you enjoyed it anyway.
For those who read Alpha, beta, brother. The story has been put on Hiatus until I get time for it again.
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