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Scott woke up the next morning with his body on fire, he looked down to see a large tent in the covers. He could still remember remnants of his dream and it was the most explicit wet dream he has ever had. He could still remember the feel of the Alpha's body against his and the feeling of being protection. He could also feel what he could only describe as a feeling of love.
It made his real life almost painful as he remember all the times he had tried to form some kind of bond with the wolves of his old pack. He had never once gotten close to another wolf and he didn't think it would be a big difference here. He would be luck if they let him stay in there small town. He was just waiting for the Alpha or one of the others to come and force him to leave.
He could tell by the way they had greeted him that he was unwelcome although he had noticed that Danny and Isaac seemed to be more of there own opinion. He could only hope that when the time came he was allowed to leave and not killed. He had heard once from his old pack that if you were not part of a pack and you enter a packs territory that you could be killed.
Scott got out of bed and headed for the shower happy that his mother had already left for work as his pants left little to the imagination as to what was on his mind. He turned on the water and undressed. When he stepped into the hot water he found his body was extremely sensitive to the drops as they hit his skin. The feeling was almost overwhelming as he stood there he found his manhood sticking straight out.
He had never masturbated in his life but he found that he may have to if he planned on going to school anytime soon. He reached down and wrapped his hand around himself, he couldn't help but gasp at the feeling. He had been hard before but not once had he ever been this sensitive to his own touch.
He began to move him hand occasionally rubbing his thumb over the tip. It felt amazing but the one thing he didn't expect was the wetness that he felt around his hole. He continued to move his hand over his manhood as he used his other to examine the wetness. He reached around behind him and slid one of his fingers between his cheeks. When he pulled his finger back he found a clear substance that could only be described as lubricant.
He slipped his finger back around as he felt the uncontrollable urge to have something, anything inside of him. He slid a finger inside himself and moaned at how good it felt. He experimented and move his finger in and out as he rubbed his manhood in sync with his thrusts. It wasn't long before he felt his body release into the warm water.
He removed his finger from himself and quickly cleaned up fearing he would be late for school. He dried himself off before throwing on a pair of jeans and a shirt. He ran out the door and jumped on his bike. He made it to the school not long before the bell was about to ring. He found Stile sitting outside waiting for him and he looked apologetically at him.
"Sorry Stiles I over slept." Scott stated as he chained up his bike and began to almost run to his classroom.
"It's ok man happens to the best, me not being the best but it happens to me all the time." Stiles answered in a jumble of words that Scott had gotten use to over the passed few weeks.
They made it to class just as the bell rang and took there seats beside each other with relieved smiles on there faces. Scott turned to find Stiles staring in the direction of one of the pack members, who didn't seem to notice he was being stared at. Stiles turned back to him and noticed that he had be caught staring and quickly looked away.
Class passed quickly and he laughed as he watched Stiles grab his things together before he ran from the classroom. Scott ran after him and caught up with him in the hall way. Stiles was at his locker getting his book for his next class.
"So Stiles have you even spoken to Jackson or do you just admire him from afar?" Scott asked and watched as his best friend turned a deep shad of red.
"He is a jock and he likes girls so no I haven't gotten anywhere near him." Stiles answered with a frown as he shut his locker and headed to his next class. Scott was upset that he couldn't continue to ask questions but Stiles had a different class and he wouldn't see him till the end of the day.
The day passed by quickly and Scott found himself waiting by the bleachers for Stiles. He was none to happy when he noticed a very familiar head of blond hair walk up beside him. He pretended not to notice and dunked his head into his backpack as though looking for something.
"Scott how unpleasant to see you or smell you. Why are you still in town you should leave before we make you." Erica told him as she stepped onto the first step.
"Well I can see that that you don't want me here but I don't have much of a choice so if you don't mind tolerating my presence I promise not to get in the way." Scott stated hoping to cool the water as his wolf tried not to flinch under her gaze.
"Your very breath is a bother how can you even stand to live with yourself? You are the most disgusting thing I have ever smelled and you are the most pathetic excuse for a wolf I have ever seen. Derek wants wolves not a scared pussy cat in his pack. I am sure you will be seeing him soon and he will be the last thing you see." Erica stated as she walked up a few more steps until she was face to face with him.
"I didn't mean to bother you but I.." Scott started but he was unable to finish as he felt a hand around his throat cutting off his ability to breath.
Scott felt himself lifted off the ground and thrown back down to the ground. He quickly turned to face her but he found himself in the same position as with the last pack, he couldn't control his fear or event speak out. She walked up to him with a smirk on her face as she grabbed hold of one of his arms and yanked him up. He felt his muscle pulled painfully and his bone begin to crack. A moment later his arm was held behind his back with a very pissed off voice whispering in his ear.
"Why do you even bother to wake up every morning knowing how disgusting you are. Do you even understand that you could never benefit the pack you would hold us back and we would have to take care of you. I am surprised that you haven't been killed yet." She spat out the words in a voice that show her distaste.
Scott knew what she said was right but he didn't want to die. He just wanted to live in the background without any problems and more then anything he wanted to find someone who would care for him. He had already found so much in this town when he found a friend in Stiles.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt her foot hit his leg at the perfect angel to snap the bones in his lower leg. The pain was so sudden and intense that he couldn't scream and the breath was taken from him. He struggled to regain his breath as he crumpled to the ground.
"Please I will leave just let me go." Scott said as he caught his breath but it wasn't good enough as he felt her lift him from the ground again by his neck.
"Scott!" He heard Stiles yell from behind him as he hit the ground again harder then the first time.
"Don't bring him into this Erica!" Scott breathed the words out as he turned onto his back, his right leg laying uselessly to the side.
"I will do what I want pussy cat." She stated as she walked around Scott and closer to Stiles.
"Run Stiles!" Scott stated as he made it to his feet and forced his leg to take his weight. Erica turned to him as he yelled and it gave Stiles the time to run away.
When she turned to see Stiles running away he took his chance to do the same. He headed towards the woods his leg felt like it was on fire but it didn't take her long to catch up to him. He was forced onto the ground face down in the dirt. He felt her foot kick him in the side and then again until he was face up on his back. He knew that she had cracked a rib with the force of the impact.
"Leave town Scott and don't ever come back." She said as she walked away heading deeper into the wooded area.
Stiles ran from the field with a deep fear in his head. Scott had been attacked by that blond headed bitch what was he suppose to do. He ran to the front of the school he noticed the group of her friends. He walked up to them with the most stern and pissed off look he could get.
"You better fucking get that blond bitch off Scott now or I will make sure that she is locked up for a very long time." Stiles stated as he looked Jackson in the eyes with an unflinching gaze.
"Danny call Derek. Boyd, Isaac with me." Jackson yelled and took off into the direction he had just come from.
Stiles turned to follow but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned to find Danny holding him back and he gave a look of question. Danny was on the phone so he waited for the reason impatiently.
"Derek Erica just attacked the new kid." Danny stated quickly before hanging up with a wince.
"Look its best you stay behind I am sure Scott will explain it to you later but you will never keep up with them and you will end up hurt." Danny explained quickly before adding a few words of afterthought. "He will be fine I promise."
Scott ran for a good twenty minutes before he allowed himself to stop. His leg was already healing and thought it hurt he could use it properly. He had been running in circles trying to keep any unwanted attention off his scent. He returned home after a time in hopes that they wouldn't follow him. His mother was still at work for a little bit longer.
Scott walked up to his room and tossed his clothes on the floor before he walked into his bathroom. He looked into his mirror and found himself just as before in his plan white boxers. He was covered in cuts scraps and bruises. He didn't understand why he had been made this way.
He just wanted to find a home were they left him alone. He didn't want anything from anyone, just a place that his mother was safe and he could live without pain. He had hoped that this new town would be a good home. He found Stiles after all and his new Alpha felt safe but that had been a trick of his mind.
He knew now that he would never find a home he wasn't supposed to be happy he more then likely was a freak of nature. She was right he should just end it all. He looked over to the bath tub and turned on the water. It would be quick and silent, he hated having his mother come home to find him like this but he couldn't live like this anymore.
He stepped into the hot water and he found that it felt good on his sore muscles. He sunk down into the tub and allowed the water to warm his body. He laid there for a sort time before he lifted his arms and allowed his claws to lengthen. He almost laughed at the irony of his ease in a suicide weapon. He quickly sliced his right wrist before moving to the left. It was harder the second time but he managed.
He was fascinated as he watched the blood pour form his body and mix with the clear liquid. It didn't take long before he felt his body weaken and he closed his eyes to wait for the end.