His Omega (boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

*Stiles's p.o.v.*

-A few days later-

My body was still exhausted but I had a club to run. I was sitting in my usual corner watching the partying going on. I was just too exhausted to be doing anything. My sister is going to kill me when she finds out I actually got out. I am technically suppose to be still resting.

Ever since I found out the truth, I have been staying under the radar to heal and also to evaluate the situation. I froze when I smelled the one scent that I will never forget and the one I secretly love but will never tell him about it.

My wolf started get antsy and whimpered.

"No." I said taking a deep breath.

Mate! Mate! My wolf said inside of my head.

"I said no." I snapped. The minute my wolf smelled him, he wanted to go crazy. I searched the room and I froze when I saw him. He was looking directly at me and I just got up quickly.

It was time to go because my wolf was already acting crazy. I grabbed my side because I got up too quickly and winced in pain. I gasped when I was lifted in the air.

"Put me down right now." I said grabbing my gun and pointing it at his head.

"Go ahead, shoot me, but I know for a fact you are suppose to be resting plus that gun is not going to kill me." He pointed out.

"I am not going anywhere with you, so put me the fuck down." I snapped. I was liking being in his arms more than I will admit out loud.

"You have to fight me for real if you want me to put you down." I immediately blushed and covered it up with a cough.

"You fucking asshole." I said hitting him as hard as I could. He did not budge one bit as he was carrying me to his car. He placed me in the back with him and the driver drove off as we were fighting in the back seat.

He was completely dodging my hits and it was making me mad. This fucking jerk. I would much rather him be dead than alive. He has always made me feel weak towards him and made me very aware of my feelings which scares me to no end.

When we made it to where we were going, it took me a minute to process where I was, but once I did, I immediately started fighting him again. He got out the car and tried to get me to come out.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I snapped. He went to grab me but I kicked him.

"Take me back right now!" I told him.

"So what if I don't listen to you..." He chuckled. He never fucking listens. He never does.

"I am going to shoot you." I said pulling out my gun again for the second time this night. He held his hands up and walked backwards towards his house. He walked in and continued walking until we hit the bedroom.

"Any last words before I shoot you." I told him smirking.

"You should be very aware of yourself and your surroundings Stiles. Your hand is shaking...holding on a gun." He pointed out. I looked at my hand like an idiot before I was shoved on the bed.

"Ky-you f-" I gasped when he grabbed the gun out of my hand and threw it somewhere I couldn't get to it. I blushed when he gripped my throat and made me look at him.

"Let me go right now!" I yelled. I whimpered when he gripped my throat tighter. I knew I was trapped and I was folding...quickly.

"I heard you that night..." I froze and my eyes widen.

"I mean that was all fake. I was not really crying." I lied.

"Still such a bad liar I see." He chuckled. I never realized how much I loved and missed his laugh so much until now.