The Packlife

Chapter Eighteen

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Later that day...

"Every single time!" Stiles said with a huff as he woke up to find himself in a strange room. The Omega has just opened his eyes and recalled the events he last remembered before looking around the room he was in, not shocked at all to see he had no clue where he was. Stiles instantly felt a wave of frustration hit him, feelings seemingly stronger from the pregnancy hormones now in his body as he was feeling sick and tired of constantly being kidnapped. "I'm so done with this fucking bullshit." He growled lowly as he sat up in the bed he had been laying in and took another look around the room. The set up seemed to be pretty average, a window on the left side of the bed, the door to the right and a closet and some wardrobes towards the front of the room.

Stiles knew the chances of it working were low but decided he should at least try to escape. The Omega stood up from where he was sat on the—sadly really comfortable—mattress, and headed over to the wardrobe looking for some sort of object string enough to break the window. Opening the first drawer, he wasn't shocked to see women's bras and underwear laying inside since he had already smelt the Wendigo—Morgan's—scent beside him on the bed and assumed this was her room. Skipping down a few drawers that were filled with feminine shirts and jeans, Stiles eventually tried the set of drawers to the right. Stiles was sure his face showed his surprise as he opened the top drawer only to find men's underwear and socks, but not just random ones—his very own.

"Creepy." He said as he shook with disgust and rolled his eyes in annoyance he knew he'd now have to take all his clothes back home. "Perfect." He huffed before continuing his search. He did his best to be quiet as he looked around, finally settling on the chair from the wardrobe table to use to attempt to break the window. He then found a box beside the bed and threw all his clothes in it before taking it with him over to the window. Before making any more movements, Stiles focused his hearing downstairs. There was three or so voices talking to each other, but they seemed to be far enough away that if Stiles went fast he could escape. The Omega looked down at his stomach before rolling his shirt up and gazing at the small bump that was there that seemed even bigger than the night before.

"I'll make sure we get out of here safely." The young adult spoke as he gently caressed the spot where his baby was growing before pulling his shirt back down.
He didn't waste another moment before picking up the chair and preparing to break the window. "Here goes nothing." He said quietly before pulling the chair back and swinging it at the window before he was stopped by a voice.

"What're you doing, Stiles?" A female voice called and Stiles wasn't shocked to see Morgan standing at the threshold of his door that she had now opened. Stiles rolled his eyes before turning around with the Aggie still in his hands.

"Oh I don't know," he said sarcastically. "what does it look like?" He said, gesturing with a nod of his head towards the chair.

"It looks like someone isn't being a very good houseguest." She said making a 'tsk'ing sound as he folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Well I'm sorry, but I didn't exactly choose to be here!" Stiles growled, eyes flashing blue momentarily. The Wendigo just stood there for a moment blinking at Stiles with a raised eyebrow before the Omega rolled his eyes and huffed again. "Well, this really was a lovely chat, but I've got better things to do." He said before quickly smashing the window with the chair in one hit. The Omega celebrated quickly in his head but just as he went to head out his new escape he was being turned around and thrown over a shoulder.

"You really shouldn't be doing things like that when you're pregnant, Stiles." Morgan criticized him as Stiles pounded on her shoulder.

"You know I'm getting really tired of people telling me what's good for me!" He snarled before digging his claws into her back as she hissed in pain.