A/N: Well, I have a small Sam crisis and I’ll appreciate all the feedbacks on this one since it’s my first A/B/O. I hope I got everything correctly, I really look forward to write more in the future. :)
Words count: 1700 ish
Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader
Warnings: no plot, unprotected sex (use condoms IRL), A/B/O dynamics.
“That’s not mine”
You stare at the long, grey sock like it is some kind of new discovery nobody has done before you. Honestly, you feel a little like a chicken who found a toothpick and you keep observing it as if it is going to move and run away from your fingers.
You breath in the faint smell that is still on the sock even after being cleaned. You tremble a little as the scent triggers something deep inside you. No doubt an alpha owns this. But why does it make your stomach burn this way?
Stiles stiffened and began to almost vibrate as anger coursed
through him. He’d been tricked, trick by your lie to cover your tracks, so much
so that he ignored Scott when the pack decided something was off about you.
“Stiles I can explain.” You said quickly and he slammed the
papers in his hands down into your duffle bag.
“You used me.” He mumbled and you shook your head.
“No… I mean maybe to start with but I…!” You started to
explain but Stiles threw his hands in the air and scoffed at you.