The Alpha Pack's Spark Chapter 2: What's an Alpha Pack?, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: The Alpha Pack's Spark – And the Spark's Wolves

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Magic Council AU, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Alpha Peter, Pack Mom Stiles, Spark Stiles, PTSD, hurt/comfort, fluff, courting, nesting, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, knotting, f/f, m/f

Main Pairing: Deucalion/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Ethan/Danny, Jackson/Lydia, Braeden/Marin, Ennis/Kali

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Deucalion Blackwood, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Ethan, Aiden, Kali, Ennis, Marin Morrell, Braeden, Noah Stilinski, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Mahealani

Summary: Deucalion and his pack come to Beacon Hills when they hear of Peter's death. By the time they arrive, Peter is freshly resurrected and ready to present Deuc with the perfect addition to their matebond and their pack: Stiles. Stiles, recently tortured by Gerard, accepts the help, mostly to satisfy his curiosity on how an Alpha Pack works. Deucalion is getting more than he bargained for.

The Alpha Pack's Spark

And the Spark's Wolves

Chapter 2: What's an Alpha Pack?

The blonde girl peeked over Stiles' shoulder at Peter. "Who's Peter?"

"Peter is Derek's formerly dead uncle," Stiles heaved a sigh. "Not dead anymore, but helpful now. I'm too tired for this. Any of this. You win, Peter. Bring us to whatever you deem a safe place."

A pleased smirk spread over Peter's lips. He may go with two more people than anticipated, but he was going to bring his omega before his alpha, so it all worked out in the end, didn't it? Now he just needed Deucalion to realize how perfect Stiles was for them.

The other alpha werewolf looked at him warily. "Formerly dead?"

"Yes. It didn't suit me, I still had things to do," Peter waved a dismissive hand.

"That's…" Stiles shook his head, looking unbelievably tired. "Peter, these are Erica and Boyd."

Erica was an omega, like Stiles. Peter wondered if that was related to why Stiles cared about them. Omegas were rare and they tended to form particularly deep bonds with each other. Deucalion was certainly going to appreciate Peter delivering a packless omega and her mate to him, they fell under Alpha Pack jurisdiction. He herded the three teenagers into the Jeep and got into the driver's seat.

"Where is this magical safe place?" Stiles asked from the passenger seat.

He was leaning against the window, face mushed into it. He looked not just beaten and hurt but also exhausted, like he needed to sleep. Peter wanted to tuck Stiles into their bed in the penthouse and guard him until the omega was well-rested and at least somewhat healed up.

"My home," Peter replied after a long beat. "With my pack."

There was an awkward pause in which Stiles regarded him with near concern. "So… when you resurrected… how… how much of the past six years do you…"

"I remember the fire, Stiles," Peter rolled his eyes. "I didn't live at the Hale House. Me and my mate had our own place. And he will be waiting for us already, with our pack. Well, for me, but…"

He made a dismissive gesture and returned his attention to the road, even as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. They'd bought the penthouse when their courting had started. Two years before the fire. Since Peter was being courted by a pack Alpha, they got the penthouse because two packs wouldn't live together. Peter was supposed to join Deuc's pack. Six months into their courting, Gerard blinded Deuc, killed half his pack and left the other half turning on Deucalion…

/break\

Deucalion had never meant to leave his love. With plans to stay permanently in Beacon Hills, establish his own territory on the other side of town – they'd bought a penthouse for himself and Peter, with plans that the rest of their pack would move into other apartments in the building – he had wanted peace with the Argents. It lost him his sight, his pack, and ultimately, his love.

A packless Alpha couldn't be left unsupervised. Talia had called in the Magic Council who took him away for recovery. It took him over a year to heal physically and mentally. He reunited with Ennis and Kali at the Magic Council, learning of the tragedy that had befallen them.

The two had been in the middle of courting too, back when Deucalion had been attacked. They wanted to unite their packs, but Kali's jealous Emissary wanted her for herself and slaughtered both packs. Ennis and Kali fought her and nearly died too, their Alpha sparks the only thing saving them.

The three old friends formed a bond. A pack of their own. An Alpha Pack. It suited Deucalion better than to be integrated into an established Alpha Pack. So Deucalion's plans changed. He would build a strong and powerful Alpha Pack and claim Peter as his Alpha mate. But Deucalion had waited too long, the fire was what called them back to Beacon Hills, the mighty Hale Pack no more.

Most of the Hales were dead and Deucalion had no claim on Peter. They hadn't sealed their matebond yet, tragedy had gotten in the way, and Peter hadn't joined Deucalion's pack yet. Comatose as he was, Peter couldn't make either of these decisions. He was left at his Alpha's mercy. And his Alpha was a barely eighteen year old kid who had just lost nearly her whole family, was in no way or shape physically or mentally ready to be an Alpha to a pack, especially the pack she had been dealt by fate. Derek, just fifteen years old and incredibly traumatized by the fire. Cora, only ten years old, just a little kid that had been saved by Peter from the fire and sent to find shelter. She had run straight to Deucalion and Peter's apartment, hiding out there and being found by Deucalion when him and his pack arrived in Beacon Hills. And Peter, comatose and unresponsive.

That was a tough pack to rally for many Alphas, but one wholly lacking experience, both life experience and experience as an Alpha? Laura made a choice. She chose New York, where she was supposed to go for college. And she chose to take Derek with her. A pack of two would be enough to keep her from becoming feral, but she couldn't lead a proper pack. She asked Deucalion, in his capacity as a representative of the Magic Council, to take Cora and place her somewhere safe.

Peter though, he couldn't do much for. The way Alpha Packs worked was by travel. If Deucalion had a territory where they lived, he would have taken Peter in a heartbeat. But they weren't mates yet, they weren't pack yet, he had no authority and couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do was leave Peter in his territory and hope that the ties to his land would help speed his recovery. That and the excessive protective wards he had Marin place on the hospital room. He visited at least once a month, making the time between missions to come and see his chosen mate.

Until Peter was suddenly gone and Deucalion couldn't explain it. He sent Marin to investigate what was going on. By the time she pieced together that Derek was now the Alpha, after killing Peter who had apparently killed Laura, Deucalion took his pack to come back. As soon as their mission at the time wrapped, they packed up and went back to Beacon Hills. Deucalion was going to judge Derek himself, because this was about his mate's death, after he had already been abandoned.

"How are you holding up, Deucalion?" Marin asked in a gentle voice.

She rested a hand on Deucalion's biceps. He'd been restlessly wandering the den for hours now, familiarizing himself with a place he hadn't really been to since he had been blinded. Only one time, when they had found Cora here, when they had stayed here for a few weeks while dealing with the aftermath of the fire. But even that had been six years ago now.

This place held so many memories. Peter's scent was stale everywhere, even on his clothes, but Deucalion had buried his nose in them anyway, trying to get as much as he could. His mate was dead. They'd never even gotten to seal their matebond and now Deucalion didn't even know where Peter was buried, he didn't have a chance to say goodbye and he had no place to mourn him now.

"How am I supposed to hold up, Marin?" Deucalion asked, his hands slowly wandering over the shelf, over the books and trinkets on it. "Peter is gone and I… I will never hold him again, never got to say goodbye, never tell him that I have been waiting for him for all this time, never…"

He took a shaky breath. It was near bittersweet irony that their penthouse was big enough to house Deucalion's whole pack now. Beyond the master bedroom and two bathrooms, living room, kitchen, office and library, they had three additional bedrooms. For Peter's niblings to stay over, back then. But they were meant for the future, for one day, Peter and Deucalion had wanted to find an omega of their own and have and raise cubs of their own, together.

Now… Now those three bedrooms housed Marin and her wife Braeden, Ennis and Kali, and the twins shared the third room, though less willingly so. His whole pack, in his home. The only thing missing was his mate. Deucalion took a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against the shelf.

Knocking on the door disturbed Deucalion's grief. Ennis' heavy steps went to the door to open. Had his pack ordered food for them? It was just as well. Deucalion sighed and rubbed his face. And then he froze, when the door opened and he heard a voice he should never hear again.

"Ennis, old friend. Good to see you," Peter chimed lightly.

Deucalion's head snapped over and he gripped Marin's arm tightly. His Emissary led him out of the living room and toward the entrance. The scent hit him hard. The earth of the forest ground, sweet cherries and sharp licorice. The scent that had only been faint on Peter's clothes. Letting go of Marin, Deucalion practically stumbled into Peter's arms, grabbing him. His hands were shaking as he cupped Peter's face, tracing his sharp jawline, the curve of his nose, his thick neck.

"Peter," Deucalion's voice broke. "You died."

"And leave you like that?" Peter whispered softly. "I had to come back to you. You still owe me a mate-bite, darling. I got a banshee's help to get back to you."

A banshee. Oh, his brilliant, beautiful wolf. Deucalion pulled him into a soft, loving kiss. It lasted until someone behind Peter cleared their throat uncomfortably. Deucalion continued peppering Peter's face with kisses though. His love was alive, was his, was here.

"You came back to me," Deucalion said wondrously. "Oh, I have so much to tell you."

"I know, love," Peter sounded like he was smiling and then he leaned in, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "We'll talk. But first, I… brought us something sweet home. Be nice."

Deucalion raised a surprised eyebrow and inhaled deeply. Peter hadn't come alone. Now, he allowed himself to smell more than the intoxicating, beautiful scent of his mate. Three others. Two wolves. Two omegas, one of them a wolf, the other… Deucalion inhaled deeply. Something. Not a wolf, but that sweet, delicious honey-scent was spiced with powerful lightning. Whatever this omega was, he held power. It wasn't hard to guess that this one was the 'something sweet' Peter had brought them home. Peter had always liked power and this omega radiated it. The two of them had also always talked about one day adding an omega to their bond.

"And who is this?" Deucalion asked in a tight voice, turning toward the three.

Peter was on a different time table than Deuc, wasn't he? The coma, the months he apparently spent as a feral Alpha roaming the woods, then… death. And coming back. Deucalion was struggling with the fact that Peter had died and had come back to him. He needed time to digest, not have an omega shoved at him. But that was Peter for him, it was one of the things he loved about Peter. Always scheming, always five steps ahead. So for now, Deucalion would be kind and polite to Peter's chosen little omega, while taking the time and focus to reunite with Peter.

"This is Stiles," Peter spoke with emphasis, letting Deucalion know that was the chosen omega. "And these two are… former members of Derek's pack."

"Boyd and Erica," Stiles supplied, stepping between Deucalion and the two wolves.

How very peculiar. Deucalion tilted his head intrigued, inhaling again. That scent was quite intoxicating, he could admit that. Smiling charmingly, Deucalion held out his hand and when the omega offered his own, Deucalion lifted it up to kiss his knuckles.

"Bring me up to speed on your situation that brings you here," Deucalion requested.

Beneath the delicious honey and powerful lightning, there was also the scent of blood, sweat and pain on the omega, which explained why Peter had brought him here, to their den. Keep the injured omega as safe as he could, that was an alpha's instinct. Or any wolf's instinct when it came to their chosen mate. Deucalion couldn't help but flash his eyes so he could see the omega that his mate had chosen for them, curiosity too strong to deny. Tall, for an omega, matching Deucalion and Peter in height, long neck, pale skin dotted with moles, a fierce look in his eyes and full lips.

"Alpha," Stiles' eyebrows went up in surprise. "Okay. So… This is your pack, then?"

"This is my pack," Peter confirmed with pride in his voice. "And this is my mate, Deucalion."

It made Deucalion smile pleased. He wrapped an arm around Peter's waist to pull him close. Finally, Peter would be his Alpha Mate, they would be together and lead their pack together.

"We left Derek's pack," Erica said after a long moment. "Because all of this sucks. We wanted to get away from the hunters and got captured by them."

"Gerard Argent had them," Peter added in a sharp voice.

By the time they returned to the living room, the rest of Deucalion's pack was gathered. Deucalion stumbled barely noticeably at Peter's words. He was aware that Gerard Argent was in town, it was one of the reasons Deucalion and his pack were here. To judge whether Derek's actions had been justified and to finally take out Gerard Argent. But to hear that the man had captured and apparently hurt two omegas? To wolves, omegas were cherished and valuable.

"He had me and Erica strung up with electricity, it… it slowed down our reactions, our healing, left us defenseless," Boyd sounded angry, like an alpha who hadn't been able to protect his omega. "Forced us to watch while he tortured Stiles-"

"That's an exaggeration," Stiles interrupted tensely. "He kicked and beat me a bit, I'm fine."

Deucalion turned instinctively toward Peter. All the more reason for Peter to want to bring the omega to the safest place he knew. As much as Deucalion felt bothered by it for now, all he wanted was Peter for himself, he also understood. If Peter had found an omega he deemed a match for them both, Peter would want to keep him safe. Even beyond that, Deucalion's Alpha Pack were representatives of the Magic Council. Two wolves who left their pack were the responsibility of the Magic Council and so were those who had been hurt by hunters.

"Marin, can you tend to their injuries and explain everything to them," Deucalion requested. "I would like a moment alone with my mate, please. We have a lot of catching up to do."

He grabbed Peter's hand and let his wolf lead him to their bedroom, where he immediately kissed Peter again, pinning the other alpha against the door. He trailed kisses along Peter's jawline and down his neck, burying his nose in it and inhaling deeply.

"I missed you," Deucalion whispered, his voice breaking. "I thought… you were dead. I never meant to abandon you, I had no other choice, you weren't mine yet, but you will be. I will claim you tonight, I will not go another day without you at my side, love."

"That sounds good to me, Deuc," Peter sounded like he was smiling again, gladly baring his neck to Deucalion. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you thought that I was dead, but I came back to you. And I know that you have other things on your mind right now… I hadn't fully accounted for you believing me to be dead. I thought I could surprise you by being awake from my coma."

"There was a lot of noise from Beacon Hills lately. It drew the Council's attention."

"Mh. Sorry about that too," Peter chuckled dryly. "There is a lot I have to catch you up on, in regards to Beacon Hills and… the Hale Pack, as is. We really have a lot to talk about, but before any of that, I have to tell you that Stiles is meant to be ours."

"Tell me why," Deucalion requested, not easing off Peter. "Because I truly do not have the mind for that. I barely got you back, I'm not quite interested in seeking out an omega for us right now."

"I was feral," Peter whispered, his voice cracking a little. "When I woke up from the coma, I was feral. I didn't even recognize Laura when I killed her, she just registered as a foreign Alpha intruding on my territory. I killed her. And others. Because I was out of my mind, abandoned and alone and overwhelmed with the new Alpha power. Until I met Stiles."

Peter paused and seemed tense. "I couldn't hurt him. Even when it would have been more logical for the beast in me to harm him, I couldn't. My wolf… didn't let me. The more time I spent with Stiles, the more… grounded I felt. The more my wolf settled down from the raging beast. I didn't just pick Stiles because he's pretty and I was bored without you, my wolf chose him as my anchor while I was feral. He is perfect for me, for us. He's clever, witty, strong-willed, vicious and fierce."

"And powerful," Deucalion murmured. "I can smell it on him."

"Well, yes," Peter chuckled. "Though I don't know what he is yet, I can smell it too. I'm not asking you to start courting him today, but I am asking you to stay open minded, because…"

"Because your wolf chose him," Deucalion heaved a sigh and nodded.

Perfect matches were rare, but they were always between alpha and omega. Mostly rare since omegas themselves were so rare nowadays. If Peter had found a potential perfect match for him, then Deucalion would have to be open, if he wanted to keep his wolf. And he did. He just hoped that little omega would prove to be as interesting to him as he was to Peter.

/break\

"What's an Alpha Pack?" Stiles blurted out as soon as they sat down in the living room.

He wasn't stupid. Peter wouldn't have dropped that thing about Alpha Packs earlier and then brought them here, to a pack, if this pack wasn't an Alpha Pack. Their French teacher was gently prodding Stiles' injuries to see if his ribs were broken or bruised. It was a bit weird to sit shirtless in front of his French teacher, but hey his principal had tortured him, so why not. The big mountain of a man and the twins were checking Erica and Boyd for injuries, while two semi-disinterested women, both alphas, were playing cards and only paying half attention to them.

"The supernatural world has an elected group of officials called the Magic Council. The US and Canada are governed by the Magic Council of North America," Miss Morrell replied patiently while disinfecting the scratches on Stiles' cheek. "The Council is made up of one representative from every supernatural species living within the territory, acting in the best interest of their people. They decide laws and have people who enforce said laws, who are sent in to aid anyone with a supernatural problem. Be that a… feral Alpha, a territory dispute, or a threat too overwhelming for any pack or local supernatural community to handle on their own. These enforcers are Alpha Packs. As the name suggests, a pack made up entirely of Alphas, usually Alphas who through various circumstances lost their own packs and received help and guidance from the Magic Council."

"It's how the first Alpha Pack was formed," the really giant big guy offered. "Packless Alphas who were the only survivors of their packs after hunters decimated them, being tended to by the Council, healing and… bonding together. To show their gratitude to the Council, they became enforcers."

Miss Morrell nodded and wrapped up Stiles' sprained wrist. "It proved mutually beneficial; the Alphas were no longer at risk of going feral because they had a pack and a pack of Alphas proved strong enough to get the job done. Our pack is one such Alpha Pack."

"So you're here to help?" Erica asked softly. "Are you here because of the kanima?"

There was a pause and Stiles could see Miss Morrell considering her words. "Among other things."

"Well then, you can cross that of your to-do-list," Stiles huffed. "True Love's Kiss broke the curse, or whatever, and fixed Jackson. He's a real boy now. Or werewolf."

"Fascinating," Deucalion's accent sent a shiver down Stiles' spine.

Deucalion and Peter rejoined them, with Deucalion holding onto Peter's arm. Because they were mates. Or to-be-mates, anyway, what with the lack of mate-bite on Peter's neck. It was stupid, Stiles should have never even considered it as a possibility that Peter was interested in him – but as he told Peter, an unmated omega could only be told that an unmated alpha 'liked' him that often before getting ideas and considering how surprisingly gentle and helpful Peter had been today, well, Stiles had started getting ideas. Of course did the handsome alpha have a mate waiting for him who was more age-appropriate and probably had a lot of history, considering that reunion.

"What's gonna happen next?" Stiles asked, looking from Deucalion to Morrell and then to Peter.

"Among the reasons we're here is also Derek's behavior," Deucalion said as the couple approached everyone else. "His… actions in regard to Peter, the way he has… built his pack and is now leading it. If these two are his Betas who now left his pack, we will have more words with them and with you, depending on your ties to the Hale Pack. We will evaluate and then take according action. Until then, the three of you will stay here, we will take care of you and you will be safe here."

Stiles heaved a sigh and rubbed his face. He didn't feel like arguing right now. Or going home. He had done enough fighting today. And he did want to learn more about this Magic Council.

Author's note: Oh I am having sooo much fun getting to deal with the Post Basement in a multi-chapter format, I can't believe it took me this long to do ittt

Next chapter, Deuc and Peter are going to have reunion sex and seal their matebond! And Stiles gets to ask more questions about the Magic Council (which, I am so excited about getting to work more with that too)