Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Stiles -Alpha (ns)

I'm an Alpha, a strong, powerful, cruel one. I've been roaming around with Deucalion and my pack since I left my house, never looking back. The days are tough, I always have to fight for everything: food, water, life. I don't totally hate it, but I'd like to have something better than this, at least this is what I tell myself every day. We recently arrived to Beacon Hills, me and the two werewolves twins Ethan and Aiden have to attend High School to blend in. Kali, Ennis and Deucalion will be hiding, leaving us on our own dealing with stupid teenagers problems. I hate school: I didn't have to go when we were living in other towns, but Deucalion decided it last minute. I understood he's looking for another Alpha, but I have no idea who he or she is.

I'm waiting for Ethan and Aiden to arrive to the school as a boy parks his lame bike next to me. I roll my eyes as another guy approaches, smiling weirdly to me. I walk away and into the school, opening my locker to put my purse in. As I close the door, I see the same guy, the one with the moles, I saw outside with the same smile on his face.

"What do you want?" I ask, as always not very nicely.

"I, uh, I just wanted to ask that, since you're new here... I mean, if you wanted someone to show you around the school." He blabbers. I roll my eyes again and walk away, leaving him leaning against the lockers all alone. He follows me and I scoff, turning around.

"What?" I say angrily.

"You could have at least said something, I was trying to be nice." He says, he looks pretty angry himself now.

"Listen, I don't want your help alright? I don't even know who you are..."

"I'm Stiles."

"I don't care. Just piss off." I say and his eyebrows furrow. He licks his lips and chuckles.

"You know what? I don't care either, go-go lose yourself, I won't care..." he says and walks away. I smirk to myself, I don't want to make friends, we're not staying here for long anyway. I've had friends in the other cities we visited, but I have always been too upset when we left. I don't need any more friends, I have Aiden, Ethan, Kali. Ennis never really talks to me, while is better to avoid Deucalion at all. I once misbehaved with him and he freaking scratched my chest with his demon-wolf claws. I healed after weeks of pain and blood everywhere. I never talk to Deucalion; neither do I look at him. He's wicked, selfish and, to be honest, a little weak when it comes to emotional choices. But he doesn't need to know this. As I turn around, looking for the twins, I hear someone walking nervously toward me. I spin on my heels immediately and there he is again: Miles, Mike or what the hell his name is. I roll my eyes and sigh, what does he want now?

"You know what? You should be nice with someone you don't know. Because, for all that you know, I could be a mass murderer, serial killer, psycho-sociopath-.." I cut him off.

"I wouldn't be scared anyway..." I look away from him, as I feel he becomes more and more frustrated. I slightly laugh and walk away to an empty classroom to call the twins. Deucalion said I have to be quite and reserved when I talk about the plan, we can't risk anyone hearing us. I place my bag on one of the desks and take my phone out, ready to call Ethan as I hear the door opening. I immediately hide my phone as Miles speaks again.

"I wasn't finished: I understand it can be tough, the first day of school in another town, but I'm being nice for once and, as I think you already got into that head, I could have been some kind of psychotic pervert, like, one of those lonely sick weirdos who..." I cut him off again.

"And, as I said, I wouldn't be scared." I speak. His eyebrows furrow. I begin to slowly walk towards him as he slightly backs away. "You see, you're the one who should be scared, terrified actually." I say as I let my eyes glow red, my fangs coming out and I can practically smell his blood running in his veins. I push him against the wall and slowly trace his cheek with my claws, he closes his eyes in horror. No, I'm not going to hurt him or kill him, I just wanna show him that I am dangerous and not him... this little shit. He starts sobbing, trying to get away from my grip but I'm too strong and I manage to keep him in place.