Teen Wolf Imagines

Alpha (Requested)(Scott)

This goes to daniellexblack1. Hope you like it x
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*Danielle*

Moving to a new school wasn't as hard as I though it might've been. Within the first couple of weeks, I'd met a lot of people, some of which became my friends.

Speaking of friends, I have this one friend, Stiles Stilinski, such a strange person- anyway, he's not exactly been himself lately.

Usually, from what I've seen, Stiles is this super weird, smart, strange, not exactly normal guy. But recently, he's just been...off. He's paler than usual, he doesn't talk much anymore, he's definitely not himself.

His dad, Sheriff Stilinski, blames his illness for making him this way, says it changes his state of mind and whatnot- but I refuse to believe him. There has to be an alternate reason.

"Hey, Dani." Scott spoke, knocking me out of my trance, my escape from reality. I quickly noted that he looked concerned, which warmed my heart. "You okay? You seem.. a little out of it."

I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair. "Nothing to worry about." I gave him a reassuring smile, not really believing it myself. "Just worried about Stiles."

As Scott was about to reply, Isaac cut in, ushering Scott out of the locker room and somewhere more private.

It was kinda confusing. The first minute I was sleeping at Scott's house... The next he was driving to the school, in the middle of the night to look for Stiles. His dad had rung everyone informing us that he'd gone missing.

"You know, Dani." A shiver ran up my spine at the sound of the gravely voice, a voice that sounded like it had never been used- and yet I knew it was Stiles, or at least, sounded like him. "Everyone worries about him too much, it's starting to get on our nerves."

My body went stiff when I saw the familiar thin figure walk out of the shadows, his skin as pale as Snow White's, his lips chapped and his eyes darker than Scott's.

"S-stiles?" My voice cracked and stuttered all at once, simply because I didn't trust myself.

It was his body and his voice, I'm sure of that. But the rest I don't really know.

The void version of the clumsy git smirked, his head tilting to the side as he neared closer and closer, stopping when he was within reaching distance. "Oh, come on, Danielle." He gave me a smile full of evil. "You know I'm not really Stiles, don't you?"

My breath hitched in my throat as I nodded slowly, as if compelled to do so.

"Thought so." He mumbled, crouching down to my level as he looked me in the eye. "You know, you're the first person Stiles has actually approved of being in a relationship with." He informed me, but it was nothing new. "I don't blame him either."

I flinched away as he brought his hand up to stroke my face. I could see it in his eyes, the evil, the choas- I knew he liked to play games.

"But, you see, Danielle." He sighed as he stood up, his tall figure towering over me. "Stiles doesn't want me to hurt you, but you are Scott's weakness, you're his anchor- and killing you, will being him enough pain to keep me fed for at least three centuries."

Confusion clouded my mind as I looked up at the monster before me. If he wasn't human, then what was he? And how the hell am I Scott's so called anchor?

Stiles' face fell when he saw my confused expression, his own being replace with amusement. "Oh dear." He tutted, shaking his head as he walked around. "He hasn't told you yet. I doubt he ever will." Once again, the void sighed. "Oh well, I'll speed up the process then." He smirked.

My eyes widened as his face turned into something that would haunt my mind for the rest of my life. "W-what are you?"

"A nogitsune." He shrugged, completely unmoved by the label of what he was. "And your boyfriend's an alpha, love." Stiles smirked, but all I could think about was how his words made him sound British. "But that's enough of that... Today's the day you d-"

"Stiles!" Scott roared. When I say roar. I mean literally roared.

I backed away into a corner as soon as I saw the fluorescent red of his eyes, the large, sharp canines stuck in his teeth, and the extra facial hair he'd grown in what was probably less than a minute.

The second Scott looked away from Stiles, he was gone, leaving just me, a puny human, and him, the red eyed alpha. "Dani.."

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked boldly, still staggering away when he stepped closer to me. "When were you going to tell me that you're a... werewolf?!"

Before he could utter a syllable, I stood up and brushed past him before bolting out of the locker room and down the hall, not doubting the fact that he was probably following me.

"Dani! Stop!" He shouted, his voice echoing, bouncing off the walls.

I couldn't listen to him now. I couldn't listen to anyone. How am I supposed to know what's real anymore?

Like... My boyfriend's a werewolf!