wolfy one shots

a true alpha with two alphas

**Fourth installment. I love Scott so much as an alpha so of course I have to make him one. just so we're clear, he's an alpha in The New Hale Pack.

Summary: Scott realizes what he truely is with the help of his alpha's and his friend. Deaton was pretty helpful too.**

A True Alpha with Two Alphas

Scott's claws made contact with one of the shapeshifters him, Derek, and Liam had been fighting. There were four that had taken the forms of the three wolves and Stiles. Scott was taking on two, the one that resembled himself and the Stiles duplicate. He had some issues with killing something that looked exactly like his beloved best friend but he knew they were dangerous and had to be taken care of.

His duplicate, who was fully wolfed out like himself, growled at him loudly, almost sounding like a roar. Scott growled back, looking between the two shifters, trying to decide which he should attack first. He really didn't like the thought of attacking the Stiles duplicate but he knew he'd be somewhat weaker than his own and would be an easier kill. Scott made the decision and lunged for "Stiles". He threw the duplicate against the nearest wall and pinned him there, holding his claws against the shifter's neck. Scott removed the hand from fake Stiles's neck, drawing his arm back to slice his neck, but he couldn't move it past that point. He couldn't bring himself to kill his best friend. Well, it wasn't his best friend but it looked and felt and sounded exactly like him.

The shifter laughed cruelly in Scott's grip, "What's the matter, Scotty boy? Can't bring yourself to kill mommy?" Scott growled again, trying to stay calm. He figured fake Stiles had all of real Stiles memories if he knew about being one of the pack leaders, "I guess I can understand that. He's your best friend right? Always there for you when no one else is. It'd be a real shame if he were to... die, wouldn't it?" Fake Stiles grinned, clearly antagonizing the werewolf. The shifter glanced behind Scott's shoulder and raising an eyebrow as if telling him to look.

Scott turned his head, only slightly so he could still see fake Stiles in his peripheral, to see his duplicate holding Stiles in front of him with his claws pressed against the human's neck. Scott could hear Stiles's heartbeat skyrocketing which made him want to rip off his shifter's head.

"Your call, Scott. You can make a move right now, kill us all and save our next victims... at the cost of your best friend," Fake Scott offered, "Or, you can let us go and everyone walks away unharmed."

"Scott, calm down, I'll be fine. Don't let them get into your head. I'll be okay, I promise," Stiles said, trying to -unsuccessfully- calm his friend. Scott only growled in response, glaring at his duplicate. If looks could kill, Stiles was sure the shifter would have been dead long ago.

Fake Stiles laughed, making Scott snap his glare back at him, "Don't make promises you can't keep, Stiles."

Derek and Liam and their shifters were now watching the scene before them. Derek looked ready to kill, but didn't move for the fear they would kill Stiles. Liam looked terrified. He didn't even want to be in this fight from the start.

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick," Fake Scott said, looking at the human in his grasp, who wanted to nothing more than to punch this dick in the face. "Or maybe I'll kill you slowly. Make your best friend and your mate and one of your precious pups watch you bleed to death..." Fake Scott breathed against the back of his neck, letting his claws sink a little further into his neck, making Stiles wince. The words sounded so foreign in Scott's voice. He didn't even know Scott had an evil tone of voice.

Scott felt a flash of white-hot anger flood through him hearing those words. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to save Stiles and he was not letting the shifter get away alive. The only thing he saw before lunging at his duplicate was red. He moved faster than anyone had ever seen him. Faster than fake Scott could even think about slicing Stiles neck, Scott was on him. He grabbed Stiles and pushed him towards the wall, where he slid down it with a shocked look on his face. Scott slashed through his shifters chest repeatedly, going deeper each time. His last blow went to the neck, cutting as deep as his claws could go. Blood splattered across his face, covering his hair and face, but he didn't notice or care. Everything in his vision was tinted an angry red.