Teen Wolf Imagines

(1)Imagine:

Warnings: mentions of smut, violence

Gifs not mine, taken from Giphy, all credit to the rightful owners

Imagine Scott turning you to save your life, but during your first full moon, you find out he's not really your Alpha

"(y/n) calm down,just - "

"-Calm down??!? I HAVE CLAWS GROWING OUT MY HANDS AND FUR POPPING UP IN PLACES I DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT COULD GROW!!"

Stiles ran a hand down his face in nervousness.

They'd already inlisted the help of every werewolf in the pack. So far Peter was the only one you'd respond to.

But after a while, you started acting up again.

" We haven't tried everyone yet, " Lydia chimed.

She was on the verge of tears. She was your best friend. Seeing you struggle, in so much pain... She didn't want to see you like this but so far you'd already clawed Derek and bit Isaac. Twice.

The human part of you somewhat listened to her. And right now you needed all the help anyone could offer.

"I'll give him a call," Stiles wondered out the room.

Another wave of pain shot through you, making you growl and pull harder against your chains.

"You have to anchor yourself," Peter began to talk over you.

You were panting and sweating, already feeling so exhausted.

"Focus,"

"I am focusing," you spat.

"No you're not. You need to try harder,"

You growled once again as you swiped your hand dangerously close to Peter's face.

Your ears began to ring, blocking out the sound of any and everything else.

Except a single voice calling your name.

"(y/n) dear, listen to my voice. "

You listened even harder until to heard the strong sound of a heartbeat. One that felt like a wave of relief and you clutched onto it like a lifeline.

"That's it love. Keep focusing, calm your inner wolf. Let it know that you are the one in control," the melodious voice commanded. And you felt your inner wolf immediately back down.

You listened to the voice until its owner was right in front of you.

Looking up with half-lidded eyes, you breathed out a sigh of relief.

" H-how.. "

" I guess, little one, Im your anchor."

He looked in Scott's direction questioningly. "And her Alpha."

"We had no choice, Deucalion. She was dying. Biting her was the only way-"

He held up a hand. "You don't need to explain yourself, Scott. You did the right thing-"

"Obviously," Peter scoffed from his corner.

"-I guess I'll be taking her under my wing. Mind you, it's been a while since I've had a beta to take care of-"

"But she'll be in good hands?" Peter interrupted once again.

Deucalion rolled his eyes. "Obviously," he mocked.

"Now, you all look like absolute crap so, Ill be taking her home. Of course, if that's what she's okay with?" he looked in your direction.

Still rolling around in the peacefulness of your calm, you nodded your head.

"Wait, is it even safe to take her out of those things? I mean, not that I agreed to putting them on, but, won't she.." Stiles madly gestured, but everyone got the idea.

Deucalion smirked. "Let her try. She may be defiant normally, but I think she's too desperate to fight back."

"Just wait until her next full moon. You won't always be able to control her," Isaac said.

"Yeah, Mcalls have a tendency to rise up against any authority of that kind ," Peter joked, earning a few exasperated sighs and dramatic eye rolls.

Deucalion kneeled in front of you, one hand taking your chin his hand, softly stroking it. "Im going to take good care of you, (y/n). Can you trust me enough to do that?"

If his voice and heartbeat didn't do anything, his touch definitely would. You could feel another wave wash through, but it was far from painful.

He looked into your darkened eyes, and chuckled.

" Very good care. "

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