𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ━━ LYDIA MARTIN

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THE SMELL OF SWEAT and sex filled Reid's nostrils as he walked in the small house, unpainted cracked walls greeting his sight.

His lips curled up in disgust, bracing himself for what he was about to see. He could hear the sound of people moaning and groaning as he neared a particular door.

"Please don't be what I think it is—" he muttered under his breath, his hand finally closing around the handle.

He almost puked, screamed and ran away when he saw a couple of naked bodies lying on the bed, each on top of each other. However, Genevieve wa sitting on a couch facing the bed as she watched them with a glass of what Reid assumed was vodka in her hands.

"What the fuck!" He exclaimed with a face contorted into disgust. He tried not to look at the people on the bed and rather kept his eyes fixed on his mother.

All the heads snapped in his direction at his voice. The two men and women on the bed didn't bother to cover themselves up– they were old, around Genevieve's age.

"Reid," Genevive gulped as he clenched his jaw, keeping his eyes fixed on her. "How– how did you find me?"

Instead of replying to her question, he turned to look at the people on the bed with his jaw set, "get out."

"What?" The man raised his brows, a deep frown on his face, "you can join, you kn—"

"Get the fuck out." His voice had the three rushing out of the room, not bothering to grab their clothes or anything.

Once they were out, Reid turned to look at his mother who had now stood up and was shaking in her spot. He shot her a blank look, "come on, you didn't seriously think that I"d just let you be after you've came in my house, hurt my girlfriend, took money and leave, right?"

"I didn't mean to hurt her. I just needed to ensure that you won't follow me," she jumped to an explanation, "I needed to get you busy—"

"Zip it," He cut her off, his hand going to his waistband where he grabbed his blade. "I don't want to hear your fucked up little explanation."

Her eyes went to the blade in his hand, "what, are you going to kill me, really? Me? Your mothe—"

"Yes, I am." He took a few steps closer to her while she backed into the wall, "that's always been the plan, actually. I find you, I kill you. But I decided to let you go because... well, I don't really know why. Yet you had the audacity to be a bitch to me."

"I didn't have a choice," she spoke, "I needed money."

"I don't care." He brushed her words off, now standing only a few inches away from her. "Any last words?"

"Please," she begged, tears filling her eyes as her lips quivered, "Alan would despise you if you do that. You know how much he cares about me, right?"

Reid tilted his head to the side, clicking his tone, "he'll understand once I tell him what you did."

"Fine, fine!" She yelled, bringing her hand to her head before she roughly gripped her hair, "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again. Just let me—"

"No."

"Hear me out," she begged, "just let me go. Give me another chance and I swear, I will be a better person."

"No—" Reid was cut off when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down to find a knife digging in his skin. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he roughly shoved her hand away, breaking it in the process then he threw her across the room, the knife falling on the ground.
Just as he was about to walk towards her again, he felt a burning sensation where the knife previously was.

Frowning, he lifted his shirt to take a better look at the wound only to find that it wasn't healing. Blood was coming out of his stomach making him bite his tongue as he realised what she did. "Think you're smart, huh?" He breathed out, glancing at Genevive who let out a laugh, "I'll die happily knowing I managed to hurt you again."

"I'll heal," Reid shrugged, picking the knife from the ground, "plus, I can tolerate it."

"How?" Genevieve's eyes widened, "you're a werewolf. Wolfsbane is lethal to us."

"Got Gabriel to thank for that," he muttered under his breath. Sighing he spoke again, "any last wish?"

"You should know that I have people watching your little mate right now."

That made Reid stiffen. "What people?"

"My pack," she shrugged, "coming to Beacon Hills, I realised that no lone wolf can survive here so I had to get myself a pack. Oh, and I'm the Alpha. Y'know pack members can feel it if anything happens to their Alpha, right? They have direct order to kill the girl if that happens."

"You're lying."

"Am I?" She smirked, "in fact, not only her but I've also got people looking at Stiles, is that his name? And his father and Scott's mother oh and also, Lydia's mom. Kill me and see what happens."

"Show me your eyes," he demanded, clenching his jaw. Genevieve smirked before flashing her red Alpha eyes at her son. "Where was your pack when you went missing, hmm?"

"They were looking for me."

"Fuck," he muttered, gripping the blade tightly as he looked at the ceiling, his nerves all over the place, "fuck, fuck, fuck— "

Genevieve chuckled, "calm down. They won't hurt them. At least, not until you try anything."

"Call them off."

"No."

He let out a humourless chuckle as he stared down at her with hatred filled in his eyes. "You know what I just realised?"

"What?"

"I don't have to kill you," he bent down, the knife in between his fingers, "in fact, I can just torture the fuck out of you. It's better than death, right? Your pack members won't know shit then."

"You wouldn't–" her voice was shaking, "you don't–" she was cut off by a scream of her own when he sliced the skin of her arm open with her own knife, the one which was dipped in wolfsbane. "You son of a bitch!"

Reid tilted his head to the side in amusement at her words, "so you do know that you're a bitch, hmm?"

"Fuck!" She screamed when he grabbed her left arm in his hand and simply dragged the knife along her skin, making sure the wolfsbane was burning her. When he stabbed the knife in her palm, she let out a loud growl making Reid smirk, knowing she was calling for help– it was just what he wanted.

Roughly taking out the knife, he looked at her. She was pale and looked almost dead but still she was grinning, "kill me and all your friends die."

"Who's going to be there to kill them?" He asked with a small smile at his lips.

She frowned at his words, "my pack."

"Oh," he pursed his lips, "you mean the ones who are currently on their way here to help you after your little distress call?"

Her eyes widened at her rash decision. Just as she opened her mouth, about to say something, he shoved a piece of cloth in her mouth, gagging her. "Now, be quiet and let's wait for your friends, okay?"