POV: Alpha Ryan
To say that he was livid would be a gross understatement as his body was practically vibrating with white hot anger. Not only had the stupid omega bitch escaped after drugging him but he was now under the protection of the very person that he had been trying to screw over. He paced in the cell where he was being held as his anger continued to grow and he glared at the one-way window on one side. Why didn't they just come in and question him already? He had plenty he wanted to say but they weren't interacting with him at all which only added to his ever-growing fury.
"Hey, Assholes! Come in and face me you fuckers!" he roared, making the glass rumble slightly before returning to his former pacing.
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POV: Chris
He watched with slight amusement as the alpha began to pace back and forth in the locked room. It clearly wasn't doing anything to appease the man's inner wolf if the level of anger was any indication.
"He is a ticking time bomb Peter," he stated. "There's no way we can let him back out until it dissipates."
Chris knew that his mate was listening even if he didn't get an immediate reply. So, he continued making notes as he observed the alpha from behind the glass.
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POV: Peter
Peter had never been one to hold back his opinions on any matter big or small, but he was unusually quiet as he watched the alpha pace. His eyes were narrowed and calculating.
"I have an idea of what we could do to appease his wolf, but I know for a fact that my nephew won't allow it," he said with an air of certainty.
He had wondered if perhaps bringing the omega there and allowing the alpha to smell him would be enough to trick him into giving them more information but if what he saw in his nephew's eyes was any indication of the relationship Derek had with the omega, Peter knew it would be next to impossible to get the omega there.
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Peter and Chris spent less than half a day formulating a plan for what to do with the alpha and they spent even less time deciding what to do to the alpha. They wore matching malicious smiles as the wolfsbane gas faded from the room. Once they received notification that the room was clear of the gas, they advanced on the unconscious were who had dared to put his hands on the mate of their nephew.
To say they tortured the alpha would be an overstatement as what they did was merely an enhanced interrogation. It mainly involved getting the alpha into a suggestive state where he would answer their questions without a fight. When they asked him who was helping him, they realized he would've given up the name willingly without the gas.
"Maddie. The bitch's name is Maddie."
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Alpha Yours, Omega Mine
FanfictionStiles is lonely to the point of a literal broken heart and feeling of being incomplete. So he does the one thing he swore was a last resort. He sends in his application for a service that'll pair him with his Alpha...more like his "ideal" alpha but...
