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The harsh words of your alpha seem to ripple through the room, anger pulsating in every direction. You glance up, only to see his red eyes flickering dangerously between you and the naked boy to your left.

"What?" Liam's voice cracks, wavering with a slight fear. You tilt your head to the side to see him frozen, hands clenched around the bedsheets.

"I said," Scott moves further into the bedroom, his deliberate footing sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine, "You stay still, knowing that the words are only aimed at the boy you've spent the last hour fooling around with.

Liam slowly begins to move, his muscles relaxing as he grabs his clothes from the floor and pulls them on rather haphazardly. Scott growls, the low grunt an indication of his impatience that causes the younger boy to speed up.

You knew it was a bad idea to mess around with Liam in the loft - somewhere that all of the pack has access to - but it felt too good to stop.

On his way towards the door, he shoots you a lazy smile. "See ya later, Y/N," he drawls, lasting only a few seconds before Scott's pushing him out of the door. You hear a thump as he falls on the floor, but Scott slams the door before you get the chance to see if he's okay.

"Scott!" You exclaim, shocked at your alpha's actions. He doesn't seem to hear you as he strides towards you, eyes still burning a deep, fiery red.

"How difficult is it for you to just...stay away from him?" Scott barks, his anger seeping into the words. You roll your eyes, shuffling to the side of the bed before slipping out from beneath the sheets.

You can feel his eyes skating across your naked body, drinking in the sculpted curves of your body that he's spent many a night lusting over. You take your time, pulling your panties on in a way that makes Scott's *** twitch.

"You're not in charge of me, I can sleep with whoever I want! Stop being jealous that I had a few rounds with Liam," the moment your words slip from your mouth, you know you've overstepped.

Your history with Scott is rather complex, to say the least. He turned you and helped you through your heat, which caused a strong bond to form between the two of you. However, your relationship has never stretched beyond a sexual connection or the normal bond between a beta and their alpha.

You never expected Scott to be so adverse to you sleeping with Liam, but it's no surprise seeing as his possessive streak seems especially prominent when dealing with you.

"You're my beta," the way his lips curl around 'my' makes your legs feel weak, "you're supposed to listen to me," power radiates off his words as you finish pulling your top on.

Smoothly, you step across the room. Gazing up at Scott, you find yourself cowering back a little, his dominance so extreme that it's difficult to keep anything in your head other than the memories of his thick *** pounding into your slick folds.

A few uneventful days pass. Life continues as normal, your days consisting of school and a variety of pack activities. Liam keeps his distance - choosing to stay on the right side of his alpha over messing around with you.

Soon enough, the weekend hits and you find yourself at the weekly pack sleepover - an idea that Stiles had come up with a few months back. It started off as a 'meeting', but soon spiralled until it consisted of the entire pack piling into Derek's loft to watch whichever film was interesting that week.

You've always liked the evenings together. Nothing feels nicer than the time you spend with your pack - the people who are closer than family.

Describing the pack dynamic is never something that comes easily to you. It's difficult to explain how Scott has an aura that everyone naturally gravitates towards, let alone how he manages to look after so many.

When you first arrive at the loft, you're greeted by a smiling Stiles. You give him a hug, taking the opportunity to glance over his shoulder and suss out the situation.

From your quick look, you manage to establish that Scott's already in the living room, sitting on the pillow-covered floor. You must be the last one there as he's already surrounded by the others, each of them slowly moving closer towards him. A fire of jealousy lights up your chest as you see Malia laughing with him, a soft expression on her face, and you begin to understand why Scott reacted the way he did to you and Liam.

"I'll see you in there," you mutter to Stiles, detaching yourself from his grip and walking towards the kitchen. You take off your jacket, revealing a loose tank top that emphasises some of your more defining features. After spritzing yourself with a strong perfume, you slip off your shoes and grab a glass of water.

Deciding it's time to greet the others, you walk towards the living room. "Hey, Y/N," Lydia says, smiling your way. This attracts the rest of them, who each greet you in their own unique way,

Well, all except Scott.

You frown as you notice your alpha hasn't even looked your way. You know he's irritated at you, but the least he could do is show you some sort of indication that he's noticed you're alive.

The floor is thick with bodies, leaving little space for you to sit. Obviously you'd prefer to be as close to Scott as possible, but that position's already been taken by Malia and Liam.

"Sit here," Lydia says, seeming to sense your nerves. You smile gratefully and move to sit beside her, leaning back against a sofa.

"What're we watching?" You whisper, not wanting to disturb the rest of the group as the film's just beginning to start.

Before she can reply, Scott's harsh voice clips through the air. "You'd know if you'd bothered to turn up on time."

Your eyebrows furrow together, slightly surprised at the outburst. Scott's not the type to call you out in front of the group - you'd assumed he was too kind. However, with the way his eyes shoot daggers in your direction, you get the feeling that things have changed.

You sink back against the sofa, trying to hide the warmth that's tickling at your cheeks. Lydia frowns, whispering the name of the film.

Throughout the duration of the evening, Scott continues to act coldly towards you. He proceeds to take every opportunity to call you out on something else, seeming to take nothing but pleasure everytime he shoots a spiteful comment your way.

By the end of the evening, you're feeling very weary, unsure of what you did to elicit such an extreme response. Sure, you slept with Liam...But Malia got together with Stiles? How is that any different to your situation?

You stay behind to help clear up the plates and glasses in the kitchen, finding it somewhat cathartic to scrub away the dirt. You're not aware that Scott's still in the loft until his scent wafts through the air.

You turn to face him, the primal instinct rewarding you with the sight of him, arms crossed in the doorway. He stands there for a few minutes, eyes fixed on your actions.

He waits until you've finished drying the plates before snapping into action.

"Y/N," he says, voice softer than before. You try to ignore him, not feeling in the mood for another onslaught of snarky comments. "Y/N," he repeats, an edge of dominance creeping into his words this time.

You look up, eyes acting of their own accord. "What do you want?" You snap, a thin line separating your anger and despair. With the way your bottom lip can't help but tremble, you know that it'll take the smallest comment to reduce you to tears.

"Come here," he orders, harshness surrounding the tender tone. You sigh, throwing the dish towel aside and reluctantly walking towards him.

"Look at me," he says, reaching out to touch one of your arms. You move back, clenching your jaw as a snarl rips from the back of your throat.

Not liking this blatant act of disrespect, Scott grips your arm and pushes you up against the kitchen wall. You growl, your demeanour shifting from one of fragility to one of strength.

"What are you-"

"Look at me, Y/N," he repeats. You get the vibe that he won't ask you nicely again, so reluctantly lift your gaze to meet his eyes, seeing the deep depths of warm brown that you've grown so fond of.

"I know you probably think I'm a ***," you scoff, "but I had to teach you respect somehow. You're different to the others and yes - different can be good - but not when it makes you step out of line. I am your alpha and that means I need to shield and protect you. That isn't easy when you run around doing whatever you want, and this was the only way I knew how to control you."

You swallow, digesting the words. Scott's eyes reflect nothing but earnest and you know, despite everything, that you have no choice but to forgive him. You know him well enough to know that his heart is pure and he had no intention of causing lasting damage.

"I understand," you say, slightly timidly.

Scott releases you and your hand immediately goes to rub your opposite arm, trying to alleviate some of the pulsing pain caused by his sturdy grip. Noticing the discomfort in your eyes, Scott replaces your hand with his and quickly begins to massage it, his fingers seeming to melt the pain away.

"So...this wasn't about Liam?" You ask, slightly uncertain. You don't want to push it, but at the same time you really want an answer.

He continues to rub your tender skin, sighing. "No, this wasn't about Liam." You hear his heartbeat speed up and immediately deduce he's lying.

"Are you sure?" You ask, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. Scott glances up to meet your eyes, a flash of warning causing you to take a step back.

He finishes with your hand before replying, his hands moving to sit on your waist. "There's a possibility that I might have been somewhat fuelled on by you and Liam, but this was going to happen eventually."

You roll your eyes, some of your previous anger returning. "Why, Scott? I don't understand! You were fine when Malia got with Stiles and when Liam and Hayden started hanging out! Why me?" You question, exasperated.

Scott sighs, running a hand through his hair. He seems to think things over for a moment before taking your hand and pulling you from a kitchen.

"Where are we going?" You ask, a little confused.

"Less talking, more listening," he orders, an edge of humour in his voice. You comply, following him willingly.

He drags you towards a bedroom and slams the door behind you both. Confused, you sit beside him after he pats a spot on the mattress.

"I just..." He trails off, licking his lips. "I like you a lot, Y/N. More than the others. Everything feels different when I'm with you."

He lets this sink in before continuing. "What I said earlier was true: I was trying to teach you to respect me...But that wasn't my only motive," you glance up at him, heart beating so fast you can feel it in your throat,

"I get jealous when you spend time with anyone other than me and the thought of Liam having his hands all over you," he pauses, a slash of red cutting across his eyes, "it's just not something I like to think about."

"You like me," you state, taking this in.

"I...Yes, I like you," he gives in, shoulders relaxing.

You grin, pushing his shoulders back onto the bed. "Let's sort this out then," you gesture down to the semi that Scott's been nurturing for the past half hour.

"Are you sure?" He asks, flipping over so it's you with your back pressed against the bed.

"Of course."

With that his lips are on you, pressing toughly against your mouth. You moan, the sudden pressure feeling remarkably good. It's been a while since you've been with Scott and you'd forgotten how mind-blowing it was to have your alpha focusing solely on you.

You reach up and wrap your fingers in his knotted hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Scott reacts to this positively, grinding his covered crotch against your thigh.

The heat being emitted from his body sends a thrill of excitement down your spine, straight towards your core. You find yourself collecting wetness between your folds, anticipation fuelling you on.

Your fingers trace down to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head a moment later. You toss it aside and instantly your fingers are on his chest, moving across the curves of his muscle.

As you pay attention to his body, Scott moves to play with the bottom of your tank top. "'Know you put this on to tease me, naughty girl." You smirk, sitting up to allow the removal of the tight top.

Whilst you're up, Scott's fingers find your bra clasp and he hurriedly undos it. As soon as the tight material is off, you lay down again and let Scott position himself over you.

His hands trace around the curve of your breasts, squeezing and kneading them in a way that leaves your clit throbbing for attention. He brushes his tender fingertips across the top of your erect nipples, eliciting a whine from your mouth.

"You like that?" He asks, a glint in his eyes. You nod, unable to form coherent words.

As he continues to pleasure your nipples, you move your hand lower to undo his belt, the clunky metal making loud noises as you loosen it. He pauses his actions to step out of his jeans and you take the opportunity to do likewise.

Once the only thing separating your bodies is your underwear, you begin to get a little frisky. You shuffle on the bed, lifting your hips off the mattress in a clear call for help.

"Want something?" He asks, a cocky smirk stitched across his lips.

"Please, alpha, I want your thick alpha *** stretching me," you whimper, clenching your fists around the sheets as you imagine his length pounding inside you.

"You've been a bad girl, Y/N...I don't think bad girls deserve alpha's ***."

You whine, screwing your eyes shut in frustration. "I can smell how badly you want me," he laughs, pushing one finger underneath the waistband of your panties. "Maybe I'll give you a little taste. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

You shake your head, legs quaking. He smirks, pressing a strong finger down your slit. You moan as it focuses on your clit, rubbing small circles onto the pulsating nub. Using his other hand, your alpha goes back to tweaking your nipples.

As time goes by, you feel your arousal begin to trickle down your legs, dripping onto the bed as a continuous stream of groans leave your mouth. Every time you beg him to give you more, he simply shakes his head and chastises you about patience.

He slips a finger into your core and you throw your head back, the depths it slides into providing you with the upmost pleasure. Another digit soon joins it until you're well and truly ready for him to explore you with his throbbing ***.

Deciding to retaliate, you reach forward and push his boxers down his thighs. Your hand wraps around his large length and you swipe your thumb across the leaking head, collecting the beads of precum that glisten in the twilight.

"Stop," he snarls, shuddering. You freeze, loosening your grip and staring up at him. "No teasing. I think I'm going to give you alpha's *** this time, but only if you promise to be a good girl from now on."

He spreads your legs and positions himself between them, the tip of his *** pressing against your entrance. "Well? Are you going to be a good girl?"

He taps the head against your clit, causing you to shudder. "Yes! I'll be a good girl, I promise, alpha."

This seems enough for Scott, who decides to finally - finally - slide inside you. Your fingers find his back, curling against his skin as his thick girth stretches you out completely.

Your wetness acts as a perfect lubricant, allowing him inside with little to no resistance on your part. Your alpha presses a kiss to your forehead before dropping his head to the crook of your neck and beginning to thrust inside you.

He fills you up in a way that feels so full - so achingly complete - that you're left breathless, practically screaming for more. Listening to your requests, Scott brings up the tempo, beginning to pound inside you instead.

"Alpha..." You whine, claws digging into his back as the pleasure reaches unprecedented levels, "'feels s'good," you slur.

"Do you need to cum, Y/N?" You whine at his words, nodding your head. He adjusts his hand and the pressure returns on your clit, moving it around in desperate circles. "Use your words, tell your alpha how you feel."

You take a moment to compose yourself, your mind unable to concentrate on much else but his *** slamming deeply inside you. "F-Feels too good, alpha, your *** feels amazing. P-Please may I cum?" You manage, panting heavily between each word.

"Seeing as you asked so nicely, I suppose you can," he accepts, pressing a brief kiss to your shoulder blade.

"Thank you," you manage, squirming. Your climax hits a moment later, walls contracting around his leaking length as your toes curl into the bedsheets. You hear him growling, picking up the speed of his thrusts until he's shooting his warm seed into you a moment later.

You ride out your high for a few more seconds before pushing his shoulder, indicating you've grown too sensitive to continue. Scott smiles, carefully pulling out before collapsing beside you.

"You alright?"

You nod, curling into his warm chest as he places a blanket over the top of your close bodies.

"Yeah, that was really good. Thank you," you murmur, fatigue replacing the passion that'd once throbbed through your veins.

"It was my pleasure," he says, using a hand to play with the ends of your hair.

As you begin to drift off into a deep slumber, you manage to get in a few last words. "Huh, maybe you should get jealous more often."