“Mate? What the hell does that even mean?” Scott sat his beer bottle down on the table and looked to Deaton for some type of explanation but he didn’t answer.
“Really, now you want to keep your mouth shut?” You glared at Deaton but his face was void of expression. You let out a deep sigh before turning back to Scott. “A mate is exactly what it sounds like. It will make you stronger, to have a mate by your side but Scott… Wolves mate for life.”
“So it means what? They you and I will be like.. Married to each other?” You could see the gears working in his mind as he tried to wrap his head around the concept.
“In the eyes of the pack, yes. But you don’t have to be with them if you choose not too.” Deaton offered, and his insufficient caring was starting to get on your last nerve.
“Oh yeah, and how did that work out for you huh?” You snapped at Deaton, you knew it was a cheap shot but you didn’t care anymore.
“It was hard, but it was my job Y/N.. Just like it’s your job now.” Deaton answered calmly.
“This isn’t about my damn job, this is about Scott. He shouldn’t have to do this, he has sacrificed enough.” You were becoming more frustrated by the second, and you had to control the urge to punch the doctor in the face.
“Talia managed, Scott will be fine.”
“Enough!” Scott’s roar echoed through the room, and your argument with Deaton stopped dead in its tracks.
“What do you mean my mom managed?” Derek asked as he came to stand in front of Deaton. Deaton turned to you so you could explain but you decided to return the favor with a shrug of your shoulders, leaving the burden of explaining his mother’s infidelity to his son.
“Derek, we never mentioned it to anyone because like I explained to Y/N it didn’t matter. It was a part of the job.”
“She mate marked you..” It was more of a statement than a question that fell from Derek’s lips.
“She did. It was during the battle with Gerard, when all the Alpha’s came into town about the hunters and everything with Deucalion happened. She needed a united front, she needed the strength and I offered.”
“My dad–” Derek was fixing to ask about his father, but Deaton cut him off.
“Robert was one of my dearest friend Derek, we didn’t want to hurt him so we never told him. It wasn’t about love, it was about helping your mother.”
“What do you think mates turn into Deaton? You created the tether that night, and even if you both decided to ignore it, didn’t mean it just went away. Talia lived everyday betraying Robert and even though she’s dead you live every day in love with her. Is that what you want for Scott? I would’ve thought you of all people would never wish that upon anyone.”
“Wait a minute.. You were mated to Talia?” Stiles clarified, clearly as confused as everyone in the room.
“Yes. We were, but we were never together except for that night,” he turned to Derek who had an unreadable expression on his face, “we never betrayed your father.”
“Except for when you slept with his wife so she could mark you.” You huffed sarcastically, and Scotts eyes widened.
“That’s how you mark someone? How do they not turn from the bite?” Stiles scrunched up his nose, uncomfortable with the thought.
“It’s complicated, lets just say the laws of the supernatural are set in stone and no one knows why a mate mark is different from the bite. But during the act, the Alpha would bite the person, creating an emotional connection that can never be broken, even by death.” Deaton trailed off, no longer wanting to continue speaking.
“This is why I didn’t want mention this to you Scott, You don’t have to make this choice. Yes Deaton is right, we can ignore the tether but how it that fair to someone. You want to know what a tether is like, what it feels like being with other people even though you are connected, ask them.” You pointed to Stiles, Lydia and Malia, and everyone followed. Stiles was about to ask what you meant when Malia spoke up from the corner of the room.
“It’s terrible,” she whispered and Stiles eyes clouded with guilt, “It’s fine Stiles,” she gave him a sad before turning to Scott, “Y/N’s right, you won’t ever be able to ignore the tether. I saw it everyday I was with Stiles when he looked at Lydia. It isn’t fair for someone to have to live with that.” Theo came up and put a comforting hand on Malia’s shoulder, which she returned with a smile.
“This is a big decision to make. And only you can make it.” You turned to your alpha, looking him directly in the eyes and he laughed. It wasn’t a laugh containing joy, it was full of anger.
“What do you mean only I can make it? This involves you too Y/N. God, how can you stand there and tell me it’s my choice when my choice affects your whole life.“
“I would take a bullet for you Scott, if you want to do this then we will. I am your emissary, I swore myself to this pack and to you.”
“So that’s it then? Y/N you have been on the run since you were 13, have you even had a relationship before, hell have you ever even had sex before?” He was practically screaming at you now, and you felt your heart beat pounding in your ears. As soon as he asked that question your face fell and he knew he went to far.
“No I haven’t. And it doesn’t matter, I have a job to do. I’ll be waiting upstairs, come find me when you made YOUR decision.” You put more emphasis on the word, turning your back on him as you made your way up to his room ignoring all the stares from your friends. You slammed the door to his room with a bang and started pacing the floor, anger flooding through you.
Scott stood staring after you, watching you storm away and disappear up the stairs. Everyone winced at the sound of the door slamming shut from his room, and he let out a frustrated sigh running his hands down his face.
“She’s right you know… It’s a decision only for you Scott. Y/N was also right about it being hard mated to Talia and watching her be with Robert but I managed, it was my duty just like it is hers, and just like it is yours to take care of the pack.” Deaton put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
“I can’t do that to her.” Everyone was silent in the room, undoubtedly trying to wrap their heads around the what just happened.
“It’s her job Scott, just remember that. You want to keep your pack safe, you need the strength of a mate. It doesn’t have to happen now,” Deaton opened the front door but paused to look back to him, “but with the threat of the hunters looming over you, the sooner the better.” He shut the door behind him, leaving him alone with his pack and Derek. He felt bad about the fight with Y/N, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“Scotty you know you don’t have to do this right? We have been through hell and back together, what’s a few more hunters. You always carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’re always looking after us.. But in case you haven’t noticed, we’re a pretty badass bunch. We can handle this.” Stiles reassured him, but Scott wasn’t buying it. The hunters were lethal and Luca was just one example. If he was willing to kill Y/N just for trying to stop him, but were they going to do to a whole pack of supernatural creatures. He sighed again, looking to the stair case and back to his pack. Lydia gave him a sympathetic smile that mirrored everyone.
“Thanks Stiles.. Everyone should head home, it’s late. We can have a pack meeting tomorrow to talk about it some more. I’m going to go check on Y/N, I can hear smell her from here.” Scott wasn’t lying, the scent of anxiety, anger, fear, sadness was flowing through his house and every single emotion was coming from her. Everyone piled out of the room except for Stiles and Lydia.
“Maybe I should check on her, she seemed pretty upset Scott.” She offered, but he just shook his head.
“No Lyds you and Stiles go home, get some sleep. I’m the one who fucked up and said that, I need to talk to her.” She nodded her head, giving him a small hug. She went to grab her coat from the closet next to the front door, leaving him and Stiles standing in the living room.
“Scott.” Stiles was fiddling with hands, a sign that he was particularly anxious, “I know you. I don’t need super wolfy powers to tell me you didn’t believe a single word I said. But I’m right Scott okay. We can take care of ourselves, and now that we have Y/N it just makes us that much more capable. If you haven’t noticed, she is extremely terrifying and a total badass.”
“Trust me, I noticed.” He laughed, his eyes trailing to the stairs again.
“See, we can handle anything thrown our way as long as we have each other. I know you want to be stronger and protect the pack but our safety isn’t worth you sacrificing finding love again. I know after Allison and Kira things have been rough, but it’s okay to want that again. It’s okay to want something for yourself once in a while. True love, True Alpha.. You’re still only human.” Scott smiled at his best friend, remembering back to the moment at the hospital after he hurt Liam at lacrosse tryouts. Stiles did what he always did, reassured him it was okay to want team captain, that even though he was a werewolf it didn’t mean that was all he had to be.
Stiles returned his smile, and patted his back gently. Lydia came back into the room and they said their goodbyes as they headed out the door. Scott listened for her heartbeat, and he heard the erratic pace along with her shuffling feet. He made his way up the stairs but stopped as he reached his room. He took a moment to clear his thoughts which continued to race with the proposition laid out for him.
He knew what Stiles said, but he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing with his friend’s life on the line due to him. Scott thought back to how different his life would be, if he never got bit by Peter that night in the woods. Would Allison still be alive, would Boyd, Erica, or Aiden. He was surrounded by death, no matter which path he chose he knew it was inevitable, he just wanted to find a way to keep everyone safe. Especially Y/N. She reminded him so much of Allison it hurt, and he would do everything in his power to keep her alive.
Scott took a deep breath and opened his door and saw her pacing back and forth in front of his bed. He didn’t need to be a werewolf to sense her nervousness, it was etched on her face. Seeing her like this, nervous due to him, made him even more unsure about this. She didn’t seem to notice him standing in the doorway so he watched her as she wore a hole in the floor, her thoughts continuing to swarm in her beautiful head. Her anxiety was starting to seep into him, so he decided to make himself known. He coughed from the doorway, which only scared her. She jumped in the air, a tiny yelp coming from her lips and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Jesus McCall don’t just sneak up someone like that.“
“You are a trained hunter, it shouldn’t be that easy to startle you should it?” He couldn’t stop the smirk that came to his face as she glared at him.
“I should really put a bell on you. Maybe a collar.. Like a dog.” It was his turn to glare at her, but she just flashed him her dazzling smile as her eyes locked with his. They stood there for a moment as the electricity fizzled in the room, daring one another to look away but neither of them backed down. He was the first to surrender with a sigh and she fell into a fit of laughter which caused him to laugh too. The laughter eventually faded but there was still tension in the room, and he didn’t want to be the first one to bring up the mate thing. He watched Y/N inspect her cuticles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world as he stuffed his hands in his pockets swaying from side-to-side slightly.
“So…” He trailed off, not knowing how to start this conversation.
“Did you make up your mind?” She looked directly at him as she spoke, and he bit his lip to keep from coming unglued again. He didn’t understand why she was acting as if this didn’t concern her, like she had no choice.
“Y/N I told you. It’s not just my mind that needs to be made up. This affects the both of us, why won’t you just talk to me?” He met her gaze and they were locked in another staring contest but there was not hint at playfulness this time.
“There’s nothing to talk about. Like I told you Scott. It’s not my choice. It’s yours. I’m YOUR emissary, which means I follow YOUR orders.” Scott didn’t want to fight with her, but he didn’t see another way around it. She was too stubborn for her own good.
“And if I ordered you to jump off a cliff, you would do it?”
“You wouldn’t ask me to do that Scott. This is completely different.”
“How? How is that any different? You said that you follow my orders, but Y/N I don’t want one of those order to be screwing up your life. You explained the tether, but you don’t seem to care.”
“Your right Scott, I don’t care. I already explained we can choose to ignore the tether.”
“Yeah and you also said we will never have true love Y/N. You said the tether will always be there. I’m not even 18 yet, I don’t know if I can handle this but you seem perfectly fine living without love for the rest of your life… why?”
“Maybe because I’ve never experienced it Scott. Not with grandmother, not with my parents. The only person I loved in this world I killed, so excuse me if I’m not merry saint cupid when it comes to affairs of the heart. You loved Allison, you loved Kira… Scott there is a reason I didn’t mention this part of the ceremony, you deserve love okay. You deserve to be with someone you can grow old with, and have kids with.”
“And you think you don’t?”
“I know I don’t. I’m here to do my job Scott, ever since Lilly I swore I would never let anything like that happen again and I’ll be damned if I let my mother try and tear apart the supernatural all for some vendetta.” She looked away from him and down at the ground. He couldn’t believe what he just heard. Staring at the beautiful girl in front of him, who thinks she doesn’t deserve love, made his heart crack. He closed the distance to her, grabbing her chin gently so he could look at her.
“That’s bullshit Y/N. You deserve love.. You deserve so much more than the life you’ve been given,” he ran his thumb over her cheek swiping away a stray tear, “you deserve every ounce of happiness in this world. I can see right through you, you think after your parents betrayed you that you’ll never be able to love someone, that you will always be messed up but that’s just not true. You are the farthest thing from messed up, if anything you should thank your parents because without them you wouldn’t be the strong, fearless, loyal, and fiercest girl I have ever met in my entire life.” He meant every word that came out of his mouth as he stared into her eyes. He committed every sparkle and swirl of color in them to memory, never wanting to forget this moment. His eyes drifted from her eyes to her lips for just a moment, and he wanted to taste the pina colada lip gloss she always wore. He could tell she wanted to ask him a certain question, and he decided to erase every cloud of doubt in her eyes. “Even Allison.”
They stood knee deep in silence. The bathroom faucet dripped into the sink, each one reverberating around the room like a cymbal, yet no-one blinked or moved to stop it. He couldn’t even hear the traffic outside. The only sound in the room beside the steady drip was her heart beating in her chest which was music to his ears. The hairs on his arms stood at attention, as a militia of chills marched down his spine, but the anxiety was soon washed away when she connected her lips to his.
You couldn’t stop yourself. He stood in the middle of his room, telling you everything you had ever wanted to hear and you lost every sensible bone in your body. You crashed your lips to his and you tasted the beer from earlier, as you moved your lips to his. He stood frozen, from both fear and excitement and you broke away from the kiss and a whine escaped his lips. You leaned in, so your forehead rested against his. Your eyes were closed, both your breaths were shaking.
“Thank you,” you spoke barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you.
“For what?” He replied, his voice low and husky.
“For being you.” Your voice wavered, exhilarated from the tension between you and him. He gently leaned in and your lips were engulfed with his, unable to contain themselves anymore, he held your head in his hands and pulled you into a fiery and passionate kiss. Your hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. You tugged on the hem of his shirt, and he took the hint ripping it over his arms in a flash. The loss of contact felt like an eternity, but soon his warm lips were back on yours. His hands carefully tugged at the middle of your dress, his way of asking for permission to take it off.
You put your arms over your head as he slid the silky material up your arms, his fingers leaving a burning trail up your body. His eyes widened as he looked at you, and you realized you were still covered with bruises, most of them darkened to a menacing shade of purple. You tried to cover yourself with your arms, suddenly feeling embarrassed to be half naked in front of him.
“Hey stop it,” he uncrossed your arms as he traced over your bruised ribs, “your gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. You see these,” his fingers traced along the cuts left from the fight with Luca and his claw marks, “these are sexy as hell. It’s a battle scar, left on your skin to remind you of everything you have been through and how you have come out on top,” he bent over to kiss the fading mark of his claws on your side, “every.” Another kiss. “Single.” Kiss. “Time.” His mouth worked over your skin, and you tilted your head back releasing a moan of approval.
He broke contact again, but before you could complain his hands were on your ass lifting you from the ground with ease. You wrapped your legs around him, going in for another smoldering kiss as he walked you both to his bed. He laid you down gently, being sure not to put his whole body weight on you. You felt his hands venture over every curve before stopping at your bra. He pulled from the kiss, his breath fanning over your face. No words were spoken but a story worthy of them were communicated as he unhooked your bra, dropping it to the floor.
He continued the assault on your neck as your bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to fall into one another. He pulled back again to lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe, then he’s all business undoing his jeans and boxers. You took a moment to admire his length but it was short lived when he hooked one thumb into your white lace underwear and brought them down your legs slowly before dropping them on the hardwood. He moved his way back up your body, nudging your legs apart slightly, every kiss he planted left a burning sensation throughout your whole body.
“Y/N” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. “Are you sure? There is no going back after this.. If you’re not, I’ll stop. Please–please be sure you want this.” You smiled, your heart fluttering at his voice as you clasp your hands on either side of his face. Never before has your name ever felt so wonderful coming from someone’s lips. You decided to answer his question with another kiss, and he seemed to accept this answer as he shifted between your legs.
You felt your back arch in anticipation, knowing where he would soon reach. Your head rocked back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping your lips as he slid into you carefully. You felt the tension, the tightness as he filled you completely. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you winced at the feeling but it was soon replaced with pleasure. You opened your eyes, wondering why you no longer felt the pain when you saw the dark veins working up his arms.
“You didn’t have to do that, I can take a little pain.” You whispered again, kissing down his uneven jawline. A low growl escaped his lips, it wasn’t meant to be scary, it was meant as a warning.
“When you’re with me… you shouldn’t have too.” He kissed you with such force, such an intensity you lost yourself. At the moment he was your drug, and you couldn’t wait for another high. His lips, his touch, it was intoxicating. You bucked your hips up slightly, eliciting another growl from him. He took your signal, slowly starting to thrust in and out of you. Your skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk and you couldn’t help the moans escaping your lips as you leaned your head into his pillows. You knew he was holding back, you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he tried to control his movements.
“Scott,” You whined, your nails digging into the flesh of his back, “harder.” He didn’t move any faster, every thrust was slow and purposefully and it was driving you crazy. You kissed up his neck to his ear, “I’m stronger than I look, I won’t break.” You reminded him, and he pulled back to look at you. You nodded your head slowly, trying to convince him to let himself go for once. And he did. He pulled back, and slammed into you. He continued that same pace, him hitting your sweet spot every single time. Your breathing changed with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body only spurred him on to go faster.
“Y/N..” You felt his breathy moan in the crook of your neck as he left his mark along your collarbone. You felt truly alive in the present, all thoughts of past and future melted away. You felt the pressure building, every thrust sending you into pure bliss, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You knew what was about to happen, you knew your lives were about to become intertwined for the rest of time. You clenched around him as your mind and body exploded in euphoric pleasure.
You felt his fangs graze your neck before you felt them, but you weren’t afraid. You welcomed the mark with open arms, your mind still racing as he rode out your high. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, his grips on your hips bruising as he slammed into you one last time, and you bit back the cry that threatened to fall from your lips. You didn’t want him to freak out about hurting you, but you felt the tears burning in the back of your eyes. He stilled, still buried inside of you, as your breaths echoed through the room. You felt the blood trickling down your shoulder, the pain radiating from the spot mixed with your high was coursing through your body. You were lost in time as you listened to the satisfied sounds of his heart beating.
“Y/N?” You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was feeling guilty, his voice was dripping with concern. You opened your eyes and sure enough, his eyes were clouded with unease. You smiled at him, lifting your hand to run through his dark locks like you wanted to do since you laid eyes on the Alpha.
“I’m fine Scott. I told you, I’m tougher than I look.” You smirked at him, and you saw the clouds part from his eyes as they returned to their normal chocolate brown. He kissed your forehead and pulled out of you gently. He worked quickly, as he stood up from the bed and put on his boxers before handing you your underwear and his shirt. You watched him walk into his bathroom, and your face fell as he ignored your stares. He appeared moments later with a first aid kit, and you shook your head at his thoughtfulness. “Scott I said I’m fine.”
“Can you just let me do this,” he growled playfully at you, his face determined to fix you up, “Please.” You huffed out of annoyance, and he laughed. You moved your hair to the side, exposing his bite mark for him to clean. You didn’t speak as he worked on patching you up, and you wondered if this will always happen; each of you patching the other up when something undoubtedly happens. “There,” he finished putting the last piece of tape over the gauze, “was that so hard.”
“Yes. It physically pains me watching you fuss over me.” You shot right back at him, and he shook his head at you. He put the first aide kit on his nightstand and walked around to the other side of the bed. He lifted the covers so you could get under them, before slipping in himself. He pulled you to him, so you were trapped in his arms but in the darkness the cuddles felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you’d never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart. In his embrace you started to believe that there is nothing out there to fear. The Scott McCall optimism was contagious, and you were coming down with it.
You didn’t bother to speak, and neither did he. There were no words to describe the feeling any more, you were bound together physically and now emotionally. You raised your head from under his arm and he looked at you and smiled. You wanted to say something, to ask him what he wanted now but you were scared. You were scared he was going to say he wanted it to just be business. You being the emissary, and him being the Alpha.
“Scot–” You bit your lip nervously, but your question was cut off when his phone rang.
“Hold that thought.” He kissed your forehead again before he leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed his jeans pulling the phone out of the pocket. “Hey Lyds whats–”
“Scott I tried.. I tried so hard there were too many of them– they– they stormed in– and Scott believe me I tried.. I’m so sorr–” You heard her muffled voice from your spot on the bed, and Scott looked at you with wide eyes.
“Lydia calm down, tell me what happened. Who stormed in?” Scott put the phone on speaker for you to listen to, and you heard the distress in Lydia’s voice as she cried.
“Hunters. They– they– they” She was choking on her tears, and you looked at Scott worry apparent in his eyes too. You took the phone from his hand so you could try to calm your best friend down.
“Lydia.. It’s okay. Breathe with me okay. On the count of three. 1.. 2.. 3,” you heard her take in a shaky breath, and relax a little bit, “Now tell us what happened with the hunters.”
“They took him,” her voice was barely above a whisper, “they took Stiles.”
1. why is teen wolf so scary wtf damn
2. scott is such a dad figure omg
3. “there just rumors. they don’t
know anything.” -mason
“tHEY KNOW evErYtHing” -corey
4. mAKE PEAcE wiTh gErArD mY ASS
5. fuck you nolan
6. oh shit liam yOU FIGHT BACK DONT TAKE NO BULLSHIT FROM ANY BEAUTIFUL BOY
7. COACH MY FAV NON PROBLEMATIC CHARACTER
8. lmao gerard pulling out the “what is this ‘we’???”
9. “you tell him to run” FUCK OFF GERARD U OLG SAGGY ASS
10. monroe u fake ass bitch one minute ur fucking murdering my heart next ur being a kind lil counselor ok ok i sEE YOU BITCH
11. “i won’t condone bullying of any kind” oh word?? did you not fucking kill brett & lori????
12. fucking done with ur bullshit
13. malia concerned for scott pt. 2 is the cutest shit ever
14. literally scott is a great, peaceful person who just wants everyone to get along and prosper & people contiNUOUSLY KEEP TRYING HIM
15. “we can take ‘em” COREY SAYS ABOUT A WHOLE FUCKING TEAM OF JOCKS oh honey u gotta big storm coming for u
16. scott: world peace!!
monroe: ur world peace can suck my dick
17. malia & lydia are so fucking badass
18. wow the lacross team is nothing like it use to be what are they teaching these over grown children??
19. liam does not d e s e r v e this!!!
20. what the fuck the teacher literally walked in on them fUCKING BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA LIAM AND SHE WALKED AWAY AND SAID IT WAS BEST FOR FOR THEM TO WORK IT OUT
21. coach breaking up a fight what an og & telling the students to fuck off
22. ^^ that’s why coach is my fav yES
23. oH WAIT BUT THERES MORE
24. fuck theo u lil snitch
25. THEO CANT U SHUT THE FUCK UP BABY BOY WTF
26. why does everyone throw in the murder card wtf
27. DEATON DAD FUCKKKKKKKK
28. THE KING IS BACK
29. dylan sprayberry’s sister is in this episode omg
30. theo ur a lil demon but i love u, u asshole
31. so much is happening rn & it’s so much to handle omg
32. i hated monroe from the fucking start
33. tHIS IS SOME FUCKERY I DID NOT EXPECT WHAT FHE HELL TEEN WOLF
34. lol my babes are so smart
35. i’m an actual mess what