A/N: Ladies and Gentleman this story has been rated M for a reason. If you are triggered by things easily then please skip down past the italics to the next bolded author's note. The first part of this contains description of rape which I've tried to edit it down to get rid of explicitness. I wrote this first part as a way to reflect on the relationship between Viktor and Meridith-the abused and abuser. Theirs is not a romantic story more like a sickening adoration. I do not own the Mercy Thompson series nor Alpha and Omega. Those belong to the amazing Patricia Briggs. I do own Viktor and Meridith.

"So this is your house, huh?" We had pulled up to a tiny brown ranch styled house in a cul-de-sac. Viktor was unbuckling his seatbelt as he double checked his jacket pockets for something. Turning off the car he shot a cheesy smile at me before answering. "Yes, not really a castle but it is the closest thing that I can afford. I swear it's much bigger inside than what it looks like out here." He unlocked the doors as he stepped out. I reached for the handle just as he was running around the front of the car with his hand out. "No, no, let me get it, please! The door handle is loose."

He pulled it open before offering his hand for me to take. I grabbed it with a giggle as he kissed the back of my hand. That fascination was coming over me again in waves. No one had ever held a car door open for me. It made me want to be blush at the simple action. I grabbed my backpack as I made my way up to the red front door. Small hedges had been planted at the front of the walkway with vines crawling up a white gardening fence. The scent of Oleander hit me full force as I waited patiently for Viktor to lock up his car. I couldn't remember the last time I had smelled it so freshly at this time of the year.

Striding up behind me Viktor gently nudged me out of the way to unlock the door. "Sorry," he said apologetically, "I just don't like standing out here too long. I have too many nosy neighbors to count. Everyone sees a young man walking around and they go crazy trying to get him to day their daughter's." He chuckled as he turned the door handle before pushing it. "Here we go. Can I get you a glass of water or anything? I have milk too if you would like a drink of that as well." I wiped my boots off on the black welcome matt before walking in after him. The house was had a well lived in vibe that radiated throughout it. Brown plush carpeting lined the dining room that stood off to the let as well as the living room with mosaic tile lining the walkway between them.

Viktor shrugged off his jacket hanging it up on the coat rack that stood off to the side of the door. "Here let me get your jacket from you and your bag. You can take your shoes off then place them right next to mine." He helped me to unzip my jacket before running his hands over the outer material. His hands touched upon a small speck of dirt which he rubbed against the fingers of his hand. Frowning he asked, "when was the last time you washed your clothes Meri?"

I shrugged nonchalantly trying to roll my pant legs down to hide my mismatched socks. "Since I ran away. I have a change of clothes with me that I wash whenever I can. I try to stick to cheap laundry mats around here since they stay open all day mostly. If I'm lucky they have a large enough sink with hot water that I can fill up to wash my hair." I turned to face him before cocking an eyebrow. He was holding my jacket up to his nose taking deep whiffs of it with a dazed look on his face. "Does it stink or something?"

He nodded his head before hanging it back up. "It smells like irrigation water. Don't worry, I have a washing machine here that you can use if you want to. I believe my sister left a change of clothes here as well if you would to change later on. She's about your size. Now how about a house tour, yes?" I smiled at him before following him through the house.

"This here is the den slash living room. There is the television with cable TV. I don't have a DVD player since I can order movies whenever I want. The couch has a pull out bed if you feel more comfortable sleeping here. Mind you it's a bit old so I don' know it if is still working or not. It squeaks a lot too." He turned around before motioning to the dining room. "This is the formal dining room. Very small. The table is a family heirloom. One hundred percent pure mahogany with chairs as well; it is about fifty or more years old. I hardly eat in here since it's more for staging. We all tend to gather at my sister's house when it comes to holidays."

He turned down to the hallway his bare feet padding against the tile lazily. Opening the first door on the left I couldn't help but gasp. A single large claw footed tub sat against the wall teasingly. I could tell it was nearly three feet deep just by looking at it. Brass fixtures were flipped to the off position with a curtained window just above it. Across from the tub was a large vanity with a deep porcelain sink off to one side and a long counter with a small makeup chair pushed into it. Underneath the open counter was an array of cleaning supplies mixed with the occasional beauty product or two. Pressed against the far wall was a walk-in shower with the curtain pushed off to one side. An overhead shower head hung at the top with a smaller handheld one hung up against the subway tiled wall. Indented into the sides were bare pockets meant for soap and such.

"I had this one designed myself. I got a little bit over excited with owning my first home and went overboard. Before the curtain I thought of having glass shower doors but opted against it unfortunately. You can use this one for the time being as I have an en suite in my own room." He turned away from the breathtaking room before opening up the room on the right. "And this is my office with the foldable bed." It was a small room with a futon shoved up against one wall. A black U-shaped desk was pushed into the corner with the computer facing the foot of the futon. A large collection of books was held up on a metal book shelf with a printer in the middle of it. The books looked like they were in another language that looked like a bunch of whirls linked together. "You can stay either in here or the den. The choice is up to you honestly. Now, what shall we have for dinner?"

We ordered pizza which we ate in the formal dining room. I had to dust of a small layer on the large table while be brought out dinner plates from the kitchen for us to use. We made small talk as he showed me how to run the washer for my clothes. He was a web designer that worked mostly from home. If he wasn't there then he was off touring the country with his team trying to get companies to sign on with them. He had been out shopping for a new suit when he saw me in the shop. "I was curious," he shrugged, "a beautiful girl sitting by herself drinking coffee. I was certain something terrible must have happened to you as no girl ever goes alone to a coffee house." He pulled out my chair before serving me. "Tell me, have you had wine before?"

"I'm a little too young to have wine."

"Oh come one. There's a first time for everything, yes? If it bothers you then we can call it dark champagne. It's basically the same thing only bubbly."

"Champagne and wine are not the same thing even I know that." I rolled my eyes before taking a bit of the pizza. He raised an eyebrow as he went into the kitchen returning with two glasses of dark wine. "I don't think-"

"Just a sip. Celebrate with me! It's my first time home in weeks. Please? We can watch television together after." He raised his cup before handing me the other one. Reluctantly I took it out of his hand. We clinked glasses before draining both of the glasses. He asked me about my family, why I had ran, where I planned to go. All of the questions were probing me for answers that I just didn't have. I smiled more often giggling as he leaned closer and closer into me placing food on my plate. He offered me more wine but just gave me a look when I declined. Eventually we sat on the sofa watching old reruns of random comedies that made no sense to me.

I leaned into the crook of his arm feeling more relaxed than I had ever before. I was so comfortable staying right here in his arms even if we had just met. What are you doing Meri? Can't you tell something here is wrong?! Who gives a teenager wine or a room to stay in without asking for stuff in return?! You need to leave before you get in too deep Meridith!" The little voice screamed in my head trying to pull me out of my spellbound state. I ignored her though instead leaning further into Viktor, relishing in the way he trailed his fingers up my arm gently, before sliding them back down to my elbow. He rested his chin on my forehead whispering nonsensical facts to me. When the commercials started at one point I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head gently as he murmured something that ended with my name.

I pulled out of his hold to stare back at him suspiciously. "What did you say?"

"I said you looked beautiful." He held my gaze as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Like a queen that stepped out of a dream of mine with those glowing green eyes of yours." He leaned in brushing a thumb over my lip until we were only inches apart. "Your lips feel just like rose petals Meri."

I pulled away so fast that I felt dizzy. Clearing my throat I rubbed my sweaty palms against the sides of my jeans as I straightened my shirt. "I-I think my clothes stopped." I ran from the room for the laundry room in the hallway quickly shutting the door behind me. My heart was racing as my hands shook with nerves. I felt dizzy and sick and angry as-despite my deepest confusion-a small tingling began in the base of my stomach. I wanted to be sick as I pulled the clothes out of the washer then into the dryer hoping that they would dry quickly so I could lock myself in the office. I left the laundry room shutting off the light before walking into the living room again.

Viktor wasn't there. My eyes darted around searching for him. All of the slasher movies came to my mind playing over slowly in my mind. Runaway girl gets taken home, runaway goes into house, runaway decides to let guard down, runaway gets throat slashed when back is turned. Great Meridith you just gave him enough time to prepare the empty well for your body. Swallowing thickly I called out, "Viktor?" A door down the hallway shut as Viktor came out of his room with a bundle of clothes tucked under his arm.

"I'm sorry if I scared you Meri. Here are the clothes I was talking about. I thought you might want to take a shower before going to bed." He held the clothes out to me until I took them from him. He gave me a soft look before heading back into his room. "Please feel free to let me know if you need anything else. I'll be in room if you need me." He shut the door with a soft click leaving me in the hallway. I walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind me turning the lock. I blamed my pounding head on the glass of wine as I stripped before turning on the shower. I didn't bother folding my clothes feeling confident enough to leave them lying on the floor. I flipped my hair over my shoulder before squatting before the vanity as I pushed aside the cleaning products in search for shampoo and conditioner.

When I found some I started the shower frowning when I realized that I would have to wait for the water to warm up. He's probably taking a shower too. My skin heated at the thought of him doing so as I stepped I pulled the curtain around me after stepping into the shower. The tingling in my stomach intensified as the water hit my skin making me close my eyes at the simple thought. I lathered my hair imagining the water gliding down the muscled plains of his body, the drops leaving trails in the suds on his clavicle revealing small glimpses of the tattooed letters on his back. Grabbing the shower head I ran it over me. Opening my eyes I squinted through the haze of steam as the world began to tilt slightly.

I grabbed onto anything as I felt my legs suddenly go weak. My head was fuzzy from everything spinning around me. I held on for dear life onto the hook for the hand held shower head breathing hard as I heard the door click open. My heart began to hammer inside my chest as tears welled in my eyes, "oh God," I muttered just as the shower curtain was pulled aside.

I couldn't see him but I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck. I heard his deep breathing as he stared at me in a way that I had never known. His fingers ghosted over the bare skin on my lower back before he placed his hands on my bare hips turning me roughly around. M y breathe hitched at the sight of him bare chested before with only his boxers on. He took in my bare body with greedy eyes pausing at the apex of my thighs. I was so terrified that I couldn't gather the strength to stare at his face just the soft hollow base of his throat where a faint pink scar lined from end to end. He had had his throat slashed sometime in his life but it was too old of a wound for me to really notice at first. There was a small cross on the inside of his right bicep that, if he had his arms flat against his side, no one would see.

The same script I had noticed on the books I now realized was of his clavicles. I blinked my eyes trying to focus on the small circle between the words as he hunched over rolling down his boxers before he tilted my head to meet his eyes. They were hard with that same look he had when he smelled my jacket. With a tight smile he whispered loud enough for me to hear above the water, "scream all you want no one will come to help you. No one will hear you beyond these walls." I felt his hands trail down past my stomach to just above my naked sex where he stopped to kiss my cheek. "In my time a girl was judged by her virtue. If she was intact then men would strive to gain the attention of her father for the opportunity to ask for her hand in marriage."

I tried to close my eyes attempting to squeeze my thighs close but he jammed a knee between my legs tightening the hold on my chin. His fingers had found me working their way slowly between my legs as he gave a small growl. "But if she were impure he could ask for her at any price as the shame of her actions on the family would be greater than her death. There is nothing worse than discovering a treasure only to find out that it has already been plundered." I cried out as he shoved roughly into me tears springing to me eyes with each unfamiliar pump of his hand. When my legs truly gave out he removed himself only to wrap them around his waist.

He growled angrily squeezing tightly onto my hips with each undulating motion. I could feel the blood rushing between my thighs as the feeling I had felt earlier came over me again tenfold leaving me with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. "When I am done with you," he uttered, "you will be worth more than your weight in gold." The water had turned cold when he finished leaving me numb and raw. With a roar he rammed into me one last time before biting the side of my neck with so much force I screamed out for the first time that night.

A/N: For those that chose to skip then please feel free to read on starting at this point.

I woke my body covered in sweat with a silent scream upon my lips. The bracelet burned against my pulse point as every nerve on my sweat slicked skin prickled with the pain of the change. Recognizing it I threw the blankets off of my skin pulling at the dress roughly until it finally came off with a loud tear. I saw the wetness running down my cheeks before I knew I was crying. I managed to pull my panties off halfway before the first feeling of cracking bones hit me. Wave after wave of nausea hit me so hard I nearly swore. I crouched low on my elbows and knees arching my back like a cat as I had learned to do in an attempt the building pressure that was slowly building near my womb.

In all of the pain I prayed. I prayed to whatever deity was out there in fear for the life of my child. I could feel its rapid movements, the sense of confusion, and my own fear of heartbreak. The beginnings of the change were so sudden that I didn't have the time to prepare my body into the breathing exercises that I learned. A small cry turned into a whine as my mouth elongated into a long black snout. Black fur pushed through the skin standing on end in reaction to the dream that I had. In all the transformation had taken five minutes.

My prayers had been answered. The rapid moving in my stomach had died down into the regular rhythmic thump that I had grown to know in this form. I flicked my black ears towards my stomach waiting for the painful aftershocks to finish rolling over me. When they were done I lifted my muzzle slowly before pressing it into the upper part of my abdomen-the spot where Viktor himself would bury his nose before crying out in sadness after each visit from the white coats. My prodding was rewarded by a slight shimmying movement of the little swimming around happily inside of me. Just to be on the safe side the wolf force my leg up making me nuzzle underneath the legs until the familiar scent of pregnancy greeted me.

I hated, hated, when that dream came. For the first few weeks of this pregnancy it had been an unwelcome visitor whenever I closed my eyes. Why couldn't I dream of flying bowls of chocolate ice cream like I had the last week at the facility? I stood shaking my body to get rid of any leftover feelings that decided to hitch a ride with me. The magic of the change still hung in the air making me nervous that someone would come to check on me. If they were shocked at me being pregnant I could only imagine how they would react to me changing into a werewolf from a scary dream. I bet that each of them had changed once in their lifetime from something similar.

I walked over to the window gently tugging on the curtains with my jaws until it pulled open slightly. The moon high in the sky greeted me with the few stars that had managed to twinkle through the pollution that hung around at this time of the night. Seeing as the door was closed tight I doubted I would be able to open in plus I wanted to feel the moon on my fur. The last time I had changed was weeks ago which left me with my fur on end. I bumped the lock on the window with my nose before trying to work it open the same way. In the end the window stayed shut with wet nose smears on it. Snorting in annoyance I pushed the lock closed before turning away once again then heading into the bathroom.

My stomach was swinging low grumbling as the thought of turkey jerky smeared with jelly entered into my head. I went to the second door in the bathroom contemplating how to open it without any hands. I sniffed around he handle before noticing that the lock was a push one. If I managed to push it hard enough I could make it out of here then too the kitchen for turkey jerky slathered in jelly. I pressed it hard with my nose sneezing in the process managing to push the door open. My eyes took in the messed up sheets along with the lone male on the bed entangled in them. He was naked with only a sheet covering his lower half, slim with pouty lips that I just knew would spout sass. The room reeked of Warren who was nowhere in sight.

Not wanting to be accused of being a peeping tom I ducked my head before going up to the door. Shit! It's closed too! I whined in my head. My stomach growled once again leaving me to my last resort. I glanced to the man in the bed then the door before giving a mental, fuck it. For a wolf I was on the small side which tended to let me get away with most things like this. I rested my head on the edge of the bed closest to the other man's head breathing in deeply. So this is his mate, the wolf in me observed, there was no denying it since he was covered in every inch of his scent.

I snorted softly letting the air hit the side of his face. His hair ruffled a bit but it had little reaction besides that. I did it again this time rewarded with a low sigh before he turned his head next to me but nothing besides that. I shook my tail once before turning my muzzle sideways letting the whiskers tickle the tip of his nose. He brought his hand up swatting sleepily just as I managed to pull away then rest my muzzle on the edge of his bed. "Warren stop it. We just went let me sleep some." I whined. In my head I was laughing; no wonder the room smelled so much of him. His eyes slowly cracked open at the sound. "Warren I-you are not Warren." He observed sleepily as he took in my dark fur before turning his head to the open bathroom door. Cocking an eyebrow he stared back at me until I licked his face.

He gave a small smile before getting up slowly being sure to keep the sheet over his waist as he grabbed a pair of pants from the floor. I sat by the door waiting for him to open it. As he started to search for a belt I let out another whine that ended in a growl lifting my right paw up to my chest. "Calm down, calm down. I'll let you out right now so be patient. Can't go out there undressed like this now can I?" He buckled the belt before opening the door a crack which I shoved my nose into scratching at the base in an attempt to get to the kitchen. "Hey! If you don't stop messing up this thousand dollar paint job I will shut the door and no one will get out of here. Now step back so I can get through." I took a few steps before looking up at his chin waiting for him to open it patiently despite my rumbling tummy. When he took a step out I did with him nudging the back of his knee until we were in the kitchen.

Jesse was the only one there with-no surprise to me-a pudding cup graveyard around her. She was in the middle of eating the fourth one when she locked eyes with the man whose jaw had popped open. "Jesse!" He whispered. She dropped the cup letting it clatter to the floor. Not one to let free food go to waste I ran forward lapping it up before snagging the container out into the living room. Jesse squeaked at my sudden movement pointing to me, "who's that?"

The man whipped his head around at her answer before looking back at her. "I thought the wolf was with you guys. It got in my room somehow then kept messing with me until I let it out of the room. So you don't know this wolf?" He asked as he stepped slowly in front of her. I lifted my head licking the excess pudding from my jaw. Pudding had never tasted so good. With my tongue lolling out of my mouth I darted back to the kitchen only for the man to take a step towards me with a raised foot. He bared his teeth in an attempt to look menacing before he called out, "Warren!" I lowered my head automatically not liking the tone of his voice as he took another step towards me.

Jesse had walked to the archway slowly as the other man was trying to divert my attention to him. He called out to Warren again as I took another step to the refrigerator which I knew had jelly. I growled at him crouching low in frustration of being blocked from my next meal. Footsteps from the hallway sounded as Sam made his way towards the kitchen. The front door opened revealing a wet haired Warren with Mercy stepping into the room. They took one look at Warren before quickly rushing into the room. Sam was hot on their heels with a worried expression before he paused right in front of me.

"Kyle what's going on?" Mercy asked as she kept her eyes on me. The sudden attention with crowding had my hackles rising on instinct. I crouched low to the ground until my distended belly rested on it in an attempt to protect my precious cargo. My baby twirled about in reaction to the cold temperature but I kept my eyes on the others. Sam had pushed his way to the front of the group where he was slowly crouching in front of me. He cleared his throat silencing the room as he spoke with authority drenching his voice. "Meridith come here. I need to check you to see if you didn't slip the baby." I growled at him turning my rear end to the wall as I eyed the island for a way to get out.

Sam tensed. I tensed. He leaned forward a bit. I leaned to the right with my shoulder. He started to get out his crouch-I shot off like a bat out of hell fainting to the right as I launched myself to the island. If I was lucky I would be able to get on top of it then pounce off into the hallway.

Warren slammed into me gripping my neck tightly and cradling my middle like I was a fine china vase.

He skidded across the floor on his back barely knocking into Sam sending him flying towards the sink which he knocked into with a hard thump. Panicking I started to buck snapping my jaws towards his neck in an attempt to get free. I wriggled with everything I had while Warren yelled out for Mercy to help him hold me. She rushed over pressing me onto his chest while I let out a howl of injustice that sent the rest of the cavalry in. Sam popped up next to me as he managed to somehow get into the tangled mess of limbs and fur. Mercy held her hand on my neck while Sam ran his hands over my stomach pressing desperately but not in the right area searching for the right spot on my abdomen.

"Lay still!" Mercy shouted pulling the blanket of pack magic over me. With a final terrified I whined before throwing all of my weight on Warren. I licked his forearm where one of my teeth had drawn blood as Sam kept pressing into my side. He grunted running his arms roughly through the fur before muttering a soft apology then taking his hands off of me.

"The babies still there alive and kicking around. I can't feel anything's wrong with it just that the movement made it start moving around." He patted my back leg which earned him a growl before getting up. "Da, do you want to feel just to be safe? Maybe you can figure out what made her change." I hear Bran's silent steps toward me before I was able to smell him. He touched me gently in the spot right above my hitchhiker before muttering in that same lilting language he had before.

"I can feel nothing wrong but I don't know how she managed to keep the little one here with her." He removed his hand before grabbing my paw that still held he braided bracelet. He fingered the braided strands before putting it down. "Unicorn hair woven with the leather. This is a witches stone as well that has been embedded with a healing spell. Very old form of magic that I thought was never in existence again." He stood before touching Mercy gently on the shoulder. "Let her up I want to have a conversation with her." Mercy removed her hands at the same time Warren let go of me. The cut on his arm had healed by now but still shimmered with the pink of a new scar.

I sat up on him before nuzzling my nose into the side of his pants as a way of apologizing again. He gave a soft smile before scratching my ears then pushing me off of his lap. Bran sat down in front of me trying to catch my gaze but I kept it solely on his shoes embarrassed for my actions. "What happened Meri?" I lifted the same paw with the bracelet on it up on his knee as I gave a gruff snort. He smiled before lifting me muzzle up to him. I didn't dare pull away.

"Bad dream?" He asked.

Snort.

"Very bad dream?"

Double snort.

He nodded. "Is that why you changed?" I gave a low whine snapping my jaw as I got up into a sitting position. Scratching the side of my jaw he let go before pointing to my paw. "Did this protect the baby?" I gave another snort. "Were you messing with Kyle when he was sleeping?" I looked at Kyle as I danced on my paws again. Bran chuckled before he stood up to leave the kitchen. I gave another howl of injustice as I walked in a tight circled to the fridge.

Bran stopped short then looked over his shoulder. "Yes?" I growled turning my head to the island again. He came back to pull open the drawer's going into each once until we hit the precious beautiful turkey jerky. He opened the package before pulling out a few pieces to hold in front of my face. "Here you go." I sniffed them then looked back at him until he turned to the fridge with pulling everything out that I growled out. "Jelly? You want jelly on the turkey jerky? Who comes up with something crazy like that?" He laughed as he opened he jar dipping each piece tiredly into it before feeding them to me one by one.

"I will never understand pregnant women," muttered Ben.

"Just be lucky it's not pickles in apple butter," Adam groaned as he followed Mercy down the hall.