Teen Wolf Imagines

Wolf Boy - Theo

He was the wolf boy.

The boy who howled his lungs out to the moon every month.

The mystery no one could crack.

You were Liam's twin, and that always seemed to pose a problem when trouble rolled through Beacon Hills. It seemed like you were always getting kidnapped, held for ransom, and just getting threatened on a daily basis. And honestly, it annoyed the crap out of you. Being Liam's twin did not give anyone the right to use you against him, and you knew they only did it to get him riled up. And one day, you knew it was going to blow up in their face. His I.E.D was going to overpower them, and you waited for it.

And so, here you were, strapped down to a chair while a man wandered around you holding a pretty big knife. You just kept rolling your eyes, not really intimidated by his "threatening" nature. He wouldn't hurt you, for fear of Liam and the pack wrecking his face. So you just laughed at his threatening remarks, throwing your head back while letting out a few snorts. "You seriously think your going to hurt me?" You laughed again, following your captor with your eyes. "You couldn't even hurt a goddamn fly if it flew past you and whispered that you were a sorry, little, pathetic, not-to-mention ugly, bitch. Which you are."

He turned to look at you, fury evident in his gaze. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" He hissed, his words barely sounding like words as they left his gritted mouth. He stalked closer to you, raising his hand before bringing it across your face, a stinging sensation meeting your cheek. You gasped, the blow sending you and the chair sprawling to the floor. Your felt tears poking at your eyes and you grunted, feeling your cheek tingling with a fresh bruise. You were a delicate human being, and it annoyed you that you couldn't heal like Liam or the pack. It was frustrating, but that whole werewolf junk, wasn't for you. You actually wanted to spend your time with friends and not spent chained up to support beams like your brother had gone through.

Whatever though, nothing was special about being a werewolf. Well, except for the idea that you could be super fast, super strong, and super sexy. And you wouldn't be in this situation. You thought, tilting your head with a grunt escaping your lips. You and the chair were forced back up, and you shook your head. Shut up, brain. You responded mentally, watching the man pace around again. If it weren't for the stinging mark on your cheek, you would have told him to sit his fake ass down, but to prevent another bruise from appearing on your face, you decided to keep quiet and just wait.

"You know, they're going to find you." You hummed, looking around before down at your lap.

"Shut up." He snapped, turning to look at you again. "Unless you want a matching bruise on your other cheek." You rolled your eyes, smirking when a loud roar pierced the air.

"You hurt my sister?!" And you laughed, throwing your head back when a head of sandy brown appeared in your vision. And commence the battle music, the embarrassment you felt for your captor as he got his ass beat, the pack rushing in and the rescue.

Except, it didn't go down like. Liam ended up getting electrocuted into unconsciousness, your captor was pretty strong and managed to even knock out Scott, and you were basically left with red cheeks from how embarrassed you felt. You had talked your pack up, told your captor all about how he was in a world of hurt, and bam, now your pack is on the ground unable to fight.

Great.

You groaned loudly. "Can anything go right today?!" You screamed, practically jumping in your seat. "Ugh! Next you're going to tell me that wolf boy or whatever is going to come in and save us." You hissed, throwing a tantrum at the idea of your pack being beaten.

"Wolf boy? That's seriously the name you gave to me." That voice. That cocky attitude. That tone.

"You know what, the universe just needs to fuck off." You grunted, looking at Theo as he rushed in. You just shut your eyes and groaned, listening to bones breaking and screams. Several minutes later, your arms were untied, and you were staring into the eyes of Theo Raeken. He just kept smiling at you and you stared back, not knowing what he wanted until he bit his lip. "No." You said, folding your arms with an eye roll.

"Awe come one babe. Just one little kiss." He whispered leaning in closer. You snorted, turning your head when he shot forward, his lips brushing your cheek. "Just a peck?" You muttered a 'no' again, and turned your head the other way, his lips brushing your other cheek. "A smooch?" He whispered and caught your cheeks.

"Are you kidding me?! You just keep using synonyms for "kiss", no I don't want to kiss you!" You whispered back, trying to turn your nose up at him. He smiled, leaning in until your lips touched softly. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn't deny that he kissed pretty good. You threaded your fingers through his hair, feeling his hands cup your cheeks tighter. Instantly you felt relief and you shuddered, pulling back when you ran out of breath.

He smiled at you, his blue orbs staring back into yours with a warmth that made you feel something. This was all too fast for you. You were only a sophomore and he was a senior, and the fact that someone your brother didn't trust just kissed you, seemed to bother you even more. "Something's wrong." He said suddenly, picking up on the scent of distrust on you.

"Whoa, wolf boy." You said, eying him with a grunt. "Liam doesn't like you, which means, I don't like you. So that means, back off." You said cheekily, biting your lip with a smirk.

"Oh no sweetheart, you definitely like me." He whispered, leaning down til he pressed his lips against your ear. "I can smell the arousal between your legs." He whispered and you flushed bright red, your legs squeezing shut as a reaction to his accusation.

Damn him.

Damn the wolf boy and his pretty face.

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