Alpha Hale

Chapter 1

The worst part was probably that his father had tried to warn him. And sure, maybe he wasn’t the prime example for concentration what with the amount of Adderall pumping in his veins- his listening skills left a lot to be desired- but he had at least hoped that at some point life would stop pissing on him and pretending that it was rain.

In all fairness, he was running late, mediation skills required a hell of a lot more these days in order to keep Scott and Allison’s relationship alive. The Argent's hadn’t taken too well to the fact that Scott was a werewolf- yeah, them, and half the population of America.

It wasn’t like people were surprised that there were werewolves running around. How could they not have known with all of the different examples of it in the media? The easily accessible research. Pages upon pages of internet info retrieved at the click of a button. That wasn’t the problem at all.

It was the fact that humans no longer held the top of the food chain. Alphas, betas, even omegas possessed more power than they ever could, and if that wasn’t a kick in the evolutionary chains balls then Stiles didn’t know what was.

At this stage it wasn’t really a problem for him, but it was about to be. Stiles had never been one for luck. In fact, he was pretty sure that irony had made him its bitch years and years ago, but today it really decided to go in for the kill.

His keys were in his hand as he scrambled towards the door, thoughts flying through his head a mile a minute, not slowing down enough to consider the importance of his father yelling at him from the living room. That warning went straight over his head.

“Stiles! Don’t forget today’s the...”

“Gotta meet Scott, Dad, sorry!” Stiles yelled back, too focused up to think about what his father could be warning him about this time.

Hell, it was Beacon Hills, and he was Stiles Stilinski. Trouble would find him no matter how much his dad wished it wouldn’t, but being the Sheriff's son did have its perks: preventative measures against juvenile detention being one of them.

He sent a quick text out to Scott before he climbed into his jeep, starting his baby and blaring the radio so loud that it was probably damaging his ear canal, but he didn’t really mind. Today he was all about helping Scott talk to his girlfriend. Or for a better word, secret girlfriend.

Hey, who was he to deny spreading the love? Besides, even if Scott was the ultimate catch, he’d really hit the jackpot with Allison and Stiles- as his best friend- just couldn’t say no to keeping them together and putting a little bit of lovin’ back into the universe.

It was all about the subtlety. Certainly, Mr Argent was bound to give him strange looks from hanging around Allison all the time, and very briefly- to deliver messages of Scott’s undying love- but he was used to these looks. It had become apparent long ago that his cognitive skills resided on a higher plane than foolish mortals, but he was okay with that. He’d learned to be adaptable and to accept that some people just thought he was a freak.

And not even a supernatural one at that.

He didn’t get very far, of course. The whole town was blocked off. His phone beeped, but he didn’t need Scott’s message to remind him. Of course. How could he have forgotten?

Some big shot alpha who’d used to live in Beacon Hills was returning, and the town committee had organised this fantastic waste of time parade, blocking off all of the main roads and flooding them with people and festivity. For all the kissassery, Stiles would've thought they'd never met an alpha werewolf before. Sure, they could crush him easily with nothing but a tight crunch of razor sharp jaws, but alphas weren't that big of a deal.