The Omega

Chapter Eleven

The cutest, Dylan/Stiles above ☺️💕❤️⤴️

Question: Do you guys want Liam, Mason and/or Brett in this story? I've gotten two people asking me about it and I originally planned on not having them in it but now I'm unsure. Let me know what you guys think and if you have any ideas on how to incorporate them into the story since I've pretty much surpassed the point to add them in like in the show's plot.

Enjoy!
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Two Days Later...

It was two days after Stiles talk with the Alpha twins and the attack on Derek from the Alpha pack, and the Alpha was finally completely healed. The twins hadn't been at school for the last two days due to their suspension, and nothing else but average school had occurred. Today was their first day back and school was now ending for the day and the twins hadn't done anything, which was weird to the entire pack. They sent Stiles and the other wolves around him lingering glances of slight anger and ones of want to Stiles, but nothing more occurred between them (part of the reason being that the pack wouldn't let Stiles out of their sight.) Stiles placed his backpack strap over his shoulder as he locked his locker, turning to Scott who was waiting beside him to head to the season opening game.

"You ready for the game?" Scott asked, excited as they headed towards the change room.

"Definitely." Stiles answered as they moved through the hallways packed with people leaving for the day. They made it to the game room within minutes, both teens unlocking their gym lockers and changing into their maroon uniforms. Boyd and Issac were already in there getting changed as they all greeted each other, Jackson coming in minutes later and doing the same. Once they were all done, they headed towards the front of the change room as Coach Finstock began his Independence Day speech. They all listened, getting hyped up before heading out of the room and onto the field where the other team and fans were waiting on the field and in the stands.

"Okay losers," Finstock addressed them as they stood around the bench. "McCall, Whittemore you two are my starters, don't fail me today! Greenberg stay out of the way! Boyd, Smith, Brown, Ranston, Likman, Caleb, you're all on with them. Mahealani you're in goal, the rest of you are on the bench." He yelled as Stiles frowned at being benched before he felt a comforting arm on his shoulder, making him look to see Issac giving him a reassuring look. Stiles smiled before refocusing on the coach. "Now lets go out and play some lacrosse!" He yelled as the team cheered in response. The referee blew the whistle to start the game as Issac and Stiles sat on the bench with a few other players.

The two wolves sat talking for a few minutes before Stiles felt eyes on the back of his neck. He turned around to find Ethan and Aiden both sitting in the stands looking at him with a smirk and hunger in their eyes. Stiles turned back around and tried to ignore the wolves, focusing on the game and his conversation with Issac before he felt tingling in his ears and heard two voices gently whispering, feeling like they were right up against the back of his ear.

"Stiles..." Aiden purred from the stands, voice low as a whisper. "I know you can hear me Stiles." He called once more as Stiles attempted to keep his focus on the game, faced forward, shoulders straight. "You look so perfect sitting there Stiles, in your little uniform. None of those other boys look nearly as delectable as you." A shiver rose up and down Stiles spine as he swallowed.

"You know you liked it when we kissed you Stiles, when we marked up and down your neck. We'd be glad to do it again." Ethan said, voice low and husky. "Ditch you pack and come with us Stiles, you won't regret it, the three of us will have a great time together." Stiles bit his lip.

"We'll do whatever we can to please you Stiles, anything to see that gorgeous smile, those cute dimples and soft eyes shine. Anything to hear those sounds of pleasure you made earlier,—" Aiden started.