Falling for an Alpha

Chapter 1

S2E1 - Omega

"She ate the liver?" Scott asked slightly disgusted.

"I didn't say she ate it. I said it was missing. And if she did? So what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." Stiles replied, trying to defend Lydia.

"I never ate anyone's liver." The young beta muttered.

"Oh right, because when it comes to werewolves you're a real model of self-control." He said and raised his eyes to heaven. "Hold on. You're the test case for this. We should be going over what happened to you." He added turning back to him.

"What do you mean?" Scott wondered.

"I mean what was going through..." He said before being interrupted by the loud roar of a car engine.

Stiles' eyes widened as he recognized the model: a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500. It was red with two black stripes on the hood and a spoiler at the rear. It was an incredible car, one of his dream cars to be honest, and it parked next to Jackson's Porsche making it look like more than ordinary. A second later, the left door opened. This time it was Scott's turn to widen his eyes when he recognized who came out.

"This is the best car I've ever seen. Who's that new rich kid?" Stiles whispered without taking his eyes off the vehicle.

"It's Sasha. She just got out of this car. She is back in Beacon Hills." The young werewolf muttered shockingly.

Hearing her name, Stiles finally stoped admiring the vehicle and saw their former best friend. Sasha was on her phone, leaning against the Mustang. She was wearing some faded jeans, black sneakers, black sunglasses and a white tank top. Her blond hair, falling over her shoulders, were a little bit shorter than before. She looked different from the last time they saw her.

Suddenly, the school bell rang and brought the two friends out of their hypnosis. Reluctantly, they started to walk towards the entrance. They wanted to go and talk to her but they couldn't be late for practice so they both took one last glance at their old best friend who was still leaning against her car, not seeming to be in a hurry to get to class.

After Lacrosse, Scott and Stiles were in chemistry class. They were talking about Lydia's disappearance when Mr. Harris spoke up.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." He said coldly.

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked with a haggard look, causing some of his classmates to laugh.

Before Mr. Harris had time to answer, the classroom door opened and the principal entered, followed by a young woman. Most of the students recognized her immediately and some of them started to whisper.

"Class, this is our new student, Sasha Jones. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." The principal said, oblivious that the young woman grew up and studied in Beacon Hills all her life, except for the last year and a half.

The principal quickly exited the classroom as Mr. Harris approached Sasha. He handed her a sheet of paper. She could feel the insistent looks of her classmates, but she didn't care at all. She had other things on her mind such as the particular smell that floated in the room. A smell she didn't think she would find in this town, in this school.

"Welcome back Miss Jones. I'm sure that even though you weren't there at the beginning of the semester, you won't have any trouble taking the quiz." He kindly said with a smile.

To his surprise and the surprise of everyone in the room, the young woman did not respond and simply took the paper in her hands. Sasha had always been a perfect student, adored by the teachers. She used to be polite, kind and so bright. She also used to be friendly with everyone especially Stiles and Scott who were her best friends. Yet she didn't give them a second glance as she walked by.