Hi Guys, Sorry for the late chapter life has been getting in the way. Hope you all enjoy the chapter. L.J.B x

Chapter 5

Pain radiated from every nerve ending in Derek's body. He let out a low groan as consciousness slowly returned to his aching head. Trying to focus his blurred senses the werewolf shook his head from side to side in an attempt to bring himself back to full awareness. As his vision began to clear he quickly realised he was somewhere he did not recognise. In a slight panic he looked round; he saw an enclosed basement that was full of dust covered junk, everything from an old grandfather clock to a fridge. Two small hatches allowed in just enough fading daylight to see.

Using what little strength he had left, Derek tried to lift his arms. Instantly he felt the sharp bite of steel in his wrists followed by the familiar rattle of chains. The former alpha looked down at his body and found that he was sat on a metal chain in nothing but shorts, which he was sure he never owned, and he was shackled at the wrist and ankles. And to top it all off a thick chain was wrapped around his chest and shoulders that ensured his range of movement was exactly zero.

Even knowing it was pointless, Derek pulled hard on the shackles binding him in a futile attempt to break free. Burning pain flared in his shoulder and radiated down his spine, he bit his bottom lip stopping himself from crying out. His body slumped forward panting as he tried to breathe through the agony. Eventually, the pain eased enough for him to catch a breath, Derek could feel warm drops of blood flow down his back as the bullet wound had been reopened.

Derek could feel the panic tightening in his chest, the wound hadn't healed and he was trapped in some basement by an unknown captor. The werewolf forced himself to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He reached out with his mind, connecting to his inner-wolf had always helped him focus. Dread filled his mind when, in place of his wolf, all Derek felt was emptiness. He tried to reach deeper, he could feel that the wolf was there inside but it was caged, locked away. The fear he felt now turned into pure terror, with his wolf caged he could not shift and all his ability's would be severally dulled, including his healing. He was now no more than an ordinary human.

Lost in his internal panic, Derek failed to hear the careful footsteps decanting the stairs behind. Only when a thin stick lightly tapped him on the shoulder was the bound man snapped back to reality. His entire body jerked in shock, reigniting the pain in his shoulder and lower back. Lifting his head he looked around for whoever had joined him in his misery. His jaw clenched tight as he gazed upon the man who had tormented him only a day or so before now. Deucalion.

The blind Alpha moved slowly, he had an amused smirk on his lips and his eyes were unreadable due to his dark sun glasses. He lightly tapped his stick out in front and patted the leg of a chair that was directly opposite Derek, he gracefully maneuverer himself so that he was sat on the chair, once comfortable he took his time inspecting the bound man with his blind eyes. Derek kept himself silent, trying to stop his pounding heart beat from giving away his fear.

Deucalion was the first to make a sound, a light laugh before he reached up and removed his glasses. His blind eyes flashed Alpha red, allowing him to visualise Derek's condition. The smirk on his face grew into a full on sickening grin. Derek felt a cold shiver run down his spine, knowing that the look on the other man's face would lead to nothing good.

"Well Derek, I did not expect for us to meet again this soon, you really do have your mothers knack for the completely unexpected" Deuc's voice was calm with the slightest hint of amusement.

Derek still refused to speak; he would not give the older werewolf the satisfaction of hearing his voice tremble. He just continued to glare directly into blank red eyes. After another long moment Deucalion spoke again. "I bet your wondering why I had you brought here, especially after your encounter with young Stiles"

Derek flinches visibly, he lowers his gaze to the broken floorboard, and his chest tightens as he momentarily relives the event that took place only hours ago. He hates the fact that Deucalion knows what happened, that he was weak to stop a teenage boy from taking his body. He looks back up when he hears another deep chuckle and clenches his jaw when he sees the entertained expression on the older Alpha's face.

"I have to admit Derek; this new turn of events has upturned my original plans for you and Scott. But now thanks to you, I have a rare opportunity to take advantage of" Deucalion rests his hands on top of his cane that is placed between his legs. He waited until Derek processed his words, obviously becoming more confused.

In the long silence that followed Derek glowered at his captor. His mind was trying to piece together the other man's meaning, but no matter how hard he thought about it he didn't understand what Deucalion was talking about. Eventually, he could no longer stand the fight inside his head and the amused look on his captor's face was getting old.

"What do you mean?" Derek's voice was quiet and rough, it sounded foreign even to his own ears.

Deucalion grinned widely before breaking out into a deep laughter. "You have no idea what you have done, do you, Derek"

The bound werewolf knew it was not a question but a statement. He just kept his glare on the older man's eyes refusing to let him get inside his head.

"Well this is interesting; you did the Soul Bite ritual without knowing what it is or how it is used. I'm guessing you thought that it would save Stiles by turning him quickly enough to heal from his wounds. But you failed to realise how long to bite for." Deucalion paused for a moment to allow Derek to voice his questions. He was unsurprised by the young man's silence and decided to continue.

"Its simple Derek, you bit Stiles long enough too not only transfer enough of your life force to speed up the transformation but you also transferred your entire Alpha power over to him. Meaning Stiles has inherited your Alpha, your pack and after your little tumble in the dirt it now means you have been claimed as his mate"

The self-proclaimed demon wolf took pleasure in the change of his captives' demeanour, even with his blind eyes he could tell all the fight and hope had left Derek's body and mind. He heard the rattle of the chains as the young man slumped forward in his bonds, the sound of his racing heart beat and his shallow breathing indicated he was close to a panic attack.

Derek couldn't stop the tears that fell from his eyelashes as breathing became a struggle. How was this possible? He didn't know what to think, he had lost his inner wolf, Alpha powers, pack and worse of all he was now claimed as Stiles' mate without the teen being given any choice. He hadn't even been given the chase to tell Stiles how he truly felt and he was now bound to the boy for life, if he was given the chance to live that long. Every part of him wilted in resignation; there was no point in fighting any more.

"I really should be thanking you. You have given me a great opportunity to see how Stiles will handle his new ability's as an Alpha and how the Soul Bite will affect his power. I even see a use for you"

The tightness in Derek's chest became unbearable, he could handle whatever Deucalion had in mind for him but he couldn't bear the thought of Stiles being wrapped up in this man's twisted scheme. He would do everything in his power to keep the teen safe and out of the demon wolf's grasp. He prepared himself to do what he had sworn to never do again, beg. He took a deep a breath as his lungs would allow and spoke, not caring how broken and shaky his voice would sound.

"Please, leave him out of this. I will do anything you want just don't get Stiles involved". Just as Derek predicted each word was broken and desperate. He looked up warily, dreading the expression he would see on the Alpha's face. What he saw confirmed all of his fears, Deucalion was grinning ear to ear, pleased that he had made his captive beg and would do nothing that was pleaded of him. Letting his head fall back to his chest in utter defeat was the worst feeling Derek had felt since the day he had returned to the sight of his home in flames and discovering his entire family had burned all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

Deucalion stood, his chest was rumbling in suppressed laughter, reaching forward he grasped a handful of Derek's hair and pulled hard jerk his head back up. The older wolf's eyes flared red allowing him to see the faint outline of his captive's face and took pleasure in the pained grimace that lined his features.

"You don't have to worry Derek, Stiles won't be harmed. He's just going to be a better part of a bigger whole"

The tight grip on his hair released and Derek let his head flop forward as tears ran thick from his eyes. He didn't even try to stop the sob that released from deep within his tormented soul. He just sagged in his bonds, barely listening as his captor exited the basement leaving him alone in his abject misery.