The Heat [Thiam]

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L I A M:
This can't be happening. I can't start feeling like this in a room full of werewolves- that are my closest friends by the way- in a middle of a pack meeting! They're going to smell it all over me in a minute or so if I don't do anything about this... this bulge in my goddamn pants.

Looking around the meeting table, I find a cup of coffee just sitting there. I glance up to find no one besides Theo looking and "accidentally" pushed it off of the table. The sound it made when it hit the floor made me flinch a little and give an apologetic look at Scott. He smiles.

"It's okay, you can clean it up when the meeting is over." I nodded and signed inwardly.

Thank God, imagine me standing up with my current situation. I should have thought about that before doing it since he could have just as easily told me to clean it up.

My wolf is giving me a headache because it won't shut the hell up and looking at Theo makes me want to shoot him in the face. He's wearing a plain white T-shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of white chucks that somehow make him look very desirable. His hair is longer than how it used to be and he wore it without a particular style, making him look effortlessly perfect. His short, well groomed facial hair makes me want to kiss his face and his eyes are the most confusing color. Like are they blue, or are they green? They look almost turquoise like come on!

I mean, how is it even legal for someone to look that good? He's a breathing sex god with the same personality as Satan.

It pisses me off to know that he knows how much he affects me. He knows that all I want to do right now is lock him in a room, pin him to a wall, and kiss every single inch of his perfectly chiseled body.

It makes me so mad and frustrated because it's just not fair! How come Scott gets to be with someone as kind as Issac and I get stuck with a ridiculously attractive fucking psychopath who once convinced me to kill one of my closest friends so that he can kill me and become Alpha!? How is that okay?!

I was so distracted by my thoughts and the anger bubbling inside of me that I didn't even notice myself get- well to state it bluntly- soft. I also didn't notice that everyone was staring at me as if I was insane.

I blinked once, then twice. Yep, they're all staring at me.

"What?" My voice came out harsher than I thought it would so I sucked in a deeper breath and asked again, much more calmer this time, "Why are you staring at me?"

Malia has her face scrunched up in disgust and confusion as she spoke, "Because you reek of anger with a hint of murder."

I almost smile as I realize how she started picking up on Stiles' humor. But then again I can't smile at anything when my head feels like it's about to explode.

"I'm no werewolf Liam but even I can smell it. What the hell man?" Stiles couldn't let Malia take his spotlight and he just had to say something.

"I have a headache and I don't feel good." I decided against lying and just told them the truth with a little vagueness.

Scott looks worried. He looks like he's contemplating on what to say next when Theo speaks up, his voice making my skin burn with lust.

"Maybe you should go home." he looked genuine but that just made me angrier because I know that he knows that my head hurts because of my wolf. It also makes me mad that he knows that I know that he knows the reason since we can literally listen to each other's thoughts whenever we felt like it.