The New Alpha

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"(Y/N) right?" Jackson asked as he watched you walk out of the school.



"Maybe... why what'd you want?" You asked Jackson who grinned.



"No offence but I just need to use you, and I'd rather it be you than Stilinski." Jackson muttered as he gripped the back of your hair and forced your neck back before revealing his red eyes and fangs, his deep bite muffling you cry for Scott's help.





You woke up and flinched at the light dribbling under the curtains. Silently you padded through the house, every tiny sound magnified tenfold as you tried to gain your Barings, attempting to ignore them smell that had you wanting to crawl to the source on all fours and roll in it.



"(Y/N) go back to your room." Someone called from downstairs.



It was at that moment you realized that the smell and the voice both came from the same place and you all but fell down the stairs and scrambled to the kitchen where Jackson had just enough time to drop the pan in his hand and catch you as you hurtled into his arms but overshot the attempt to land on him and almost crashed into the wall.



"I told you to stay upstairs." Jackson sighed.



"You're not the boss of me." You sighed as you nuzzled his neck and attempted to pull off his shirt.



"Actually I am, I bit you remember?" His words fell on deaf ears as you gazed down at him wide eyed, the new effects of being a Beta had you hypnotized by his tone of voice. "You're going to have to stay here by yourself because you need to get used to being a werewolf."



"Will you be here to?" You asked.



"No I have to go and talk to McCall." Jackson sighed. "Can you get off me and go back to bed?"



"No." You sighed and rested you head on his shoulder.



"At least move so I can piggy back you instead." Jackson grumbled.





"So have you guys heard anything from (Y/N)?" Lydia asked as she and Allison joined the group at the table.



"Nope, Dad's been looking for her and even Mellissa's doing checks over Jane Does in case she was walking in the woods and got hurt." Stiles babbled.

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