'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Revenge (Derek Hale x Reader)

Warning: descriptions of the aftermath of being abused and tortured, death/dying, and sadness!!!!

When you hear about an all-alpha pack, you should immediately feel terrified. The words 'an all-alpha pack' already implies how dangerous they are. You're supposed to avoid them. You're not supposed to get in their way. You're supposed to run in the opposite direction, because they're not exactly the kindest people in the world. Before joining the all-alpha pack, the werewolves had to kill their own alpha for their own personal gain of being an alpha themselves. They're cold hearted and won't hesitate about killing someone.

When Derek found out the alpha pack was in Beacon Hills, he reassured his wife never to leave the house until he found another house in another city. The day he finally found a new house for his family was the day he found his current house broken into and his wife missing. He didn't need to see the alpha pack symbol on his living room wall to know who had kidnapped her.

With the help of Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Erica, Chris, Braeden, and Deputy Parrish, Derek planned to get his wife back as he left one-year-old Talia with Allison and Lydia. He needed all the werewolves and firearms he could get to stop the alpha pack. He wasn't too worried about going after them; he was more terrified he might not make it in time to save his wife, Y/N.

Derek kicked the door open to the boathouse and led the way into the house, everyone filing behind him and scattering throughout the house. The werewolves all caught Y/N's scent throughout the house, probably a trick from the alpha pack to throw them off from her trail. Each one checked and cleared a room until they heard a soft heartbeat, slowly decreasing with every staggered and heavy breaths. Derek's heart sank to his stomach and ran down to the basement.

When Derek reached the floor, his knees gave out at the sight in front of him. Y/N was on the floor, her cheek pressed against the cold wooden floor and covered in her own blood from the growing puddle underneath her. She couldn't move, partly because her wrists were tied behind her back, but also because every muscle in her body felt like she was on fire as the pain throb throughout her body. Every inch of her skin was covered with scratches, swollen bruises, and open gashes from claws.

If the puddle of blood weren't there to state the obvious, the color of her skin would have given it away. She was white as a sheet, her lips turning light blue and purple-ish, like her lungs weren't gasping enough oxygen to keep them plump and pink anymore. Her hair was filthy, mixed with sweat and blood. Her eyes no longer shined with brightness as the spark in her eyes slowly faded.

Trying to regain his strength, he stumbled towards his wife. He kneeled down besides her and wondered how he could lift her up without causing more damage to her injuries. He flicked his claws and tore the rope from her wrists. Gently, he slid his hand at the curve of her neck and slowly turned her around, immediately trying to take away her pain.

"Derek..." She barely whispered.

"No, no, no," Derek repeated as he realized his veins weren't turning black, unable to take away her pain. He squeezed a little bit tighter around her wrist, but not too hard to hurt or cause her anymore pain, and focused again on taking away her pain. When it didn't take again, Derek's body began to tremble.

"It's," she wheezed. "O ... kay..." She trailed before swallowing deep. Derek shook his head, refusing to accept her death, and kissed her forehead. 

"Promise... Me... Somethin'," she inhaled deeply, which caused her to cough, blood sputtering between her colorless lips.

Derek shook this head rapidly as he wiped away the blood dripping from the corner of her pale lips. "Don't," he tried to say sternly but his voice cracked instead. "Don't you dare ask me to promise you something because that only means you're-" Derek bit his tongue back, unable to admit what was happening to the love of his life.