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In the world of alphas and omegas, Theo is not your typical omega. He breaks every social expectation and is damn smug about it too. He refuses to submit to just any alpha and be claimed and knotted. Theo has high standards and an even higher tolerance for pain. He is unsatisfied with the use of toys or suppressants or accepting help from just anyone during his heat. Even though that hasn’t stopped McCall Pack, or the Hales, from offering their services.
With his dark, dangerous eyes and a fierce posture, Theo carefully examines every alpha that crosses his path. Despite having a tempting, dripping hole that entices alphas, he tears apart anyone who tries to use him, showing no mercy to those who dare touch him without permission.
Theo is different. He knows he's special, not only because of his rare dual werewolf coyote hybrid thanks to the Dread Doctors but also because he won’t hesitate to kill only who dares crosses him.
The alpha who gets to finally claim must be special too.
And Theo is determined to find the perfect mate.
And one October evening, Theo catches a whiff of a burnt cinnamon caramel scent that fills every one of his pores and has his hole slick and quivering. The animals in his head stir. They all know that it's the one they’ve been waiting for.
Theo’s gaze shifts to the delectable aroma, to the gorgeous blue-eyed man conversing with golden boy McCall and that annoying Stilinksi on the lacrosse field. His gaze lingers on the curves of the young man’s ass, plump and enticing, bouncing tantalizingly as he sprints across the field. The movements reveal the muscles in his back and legs, showcasing their strength as he strikes, pivoting on his sturdy thighs. Theo licks his lips as the man raises his jersey to wipe his sweaty brow, teasing him with a glimpse of his hairy belly before taking off down the field.
Yes, he will do nicely, Theo decides and the animals in his head rumble in agreement.
A whistle interrupts Theo’s thoughts and pierces his ears as he watches a tall, ignorant jerk purposely trip the young man, causing him to growl low and menacingly. Blue eyes is furious, and the scent of his rage is so intoxicating that it sparks heat in Theo’s belly and had his blood singing. The blond boy continues to harass and provoke, and Theo really wants to rip that jerk's head off, but blue eyes has other plans, namely punching the douchebag square in the face and delivering a swift kick to his groin.
Theo is smug with satisfaction and pride, revelling in the way the tall boy crumples to the ground in pain.
That's my alpha wolf.
That feisty creature is the perfect specimen and the animals in his head continue to howl in acknowledgment.
Once the final whistle blows, Theo edges closer and confidently approaches the trio on the sidelines.
"Hey, Theo," Scott greets warmly, as friendly as ever. "How's it going?"
"What do you want?" Stiles snaps, but Theo pays him no mind. He focuses on Scott and the blue-eyed man beside him.
"Just came to say good game," Theo says casually. "And to say I really liked how you took down that obnoxious jerk," he directs his words to the blue-eyed man.
"Uh, thanks," the young man blushes, his lips twitching into a smile that Theo finds endearing.
"Uh, uh, no way, Raeken, stay away from him," Stiles warns instantly, only fuelling Theo's wanton desires for the man in question even more. "And you do not want to get involved with Raeken. He's trouble with a capital T.”
"Stiles!" Scott scolds, eyes blazing crimson while the blue eyes hold Theo's gaze, filled with curiosity, even as his own eyes flash a much subdued red in response to Scott’s.
Interesting, Theo muses. The shade of Liam’s eyes reveal he’s only a recently acquired alpha. A mere baby.
"Scott, he's a manipulative murderer who almost destroyed this pack!”
"Stiles, you wound me," Theo teases. “Nothing was ever proven.”
Stiles glares at Theo, clearly not convinced. "I know I’m right.”
Theo's eyes narrow, his tone turning icy. "Whatever, Beta boy. People are just drawn to me naturally." He turns his attention back to the blue-eyed man, a seductive smile playing on his lips. "I'm Theo, by the way. And you are?"
The man hesitates, clearly torn between Stiles' warning and his own curiosity. "I'm Liam," he finally replies, his voice soft but filled with a hint of defiance.
Theo's smile widens. "Liam, it's a pleasure to meet you,” he says, and he holds out his hand, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary when Liam shakes it.
Stiles scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Liam this guy is trouble. I’m serious."
Once again ignoring Stiles, Theo focuses solely on Liam. "So, Liam, how about we grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."
Besides, more explicative things, of course.
Liam's eyes widen, a mixture of intrigue and uncertainty flickering in them. "I don't know..."
Theo tilts his head. "Come on, I'm harmless. Mostly. I just want to get to know the handsome new guy."
And take you for a ride.
Suddenly, the voice of the jerk Liam had taken down on the field interrupts their conversation. "You don't want that loser," he sneers, inserting himself into the conversation. "I'm Brett, and I can be your afternoon delight," he adds, dripping in alpha bravado, winking and attempting to grope Theo's ass.
Without hesitation, Theo punches him in the face and shoves him to the ground.
"What the fuck?" Brett cries out, clutching his bloody nose.
"Don't touch me," Theo growls in warning.
"Theo, that's enough," Scott intervenes, stepping in.
Theo snarls, shaking off Scott's grip.
"I told you he's dangerous," Stiles remarks.
Theo scoffs, delivering Stiles’ a cold, hard glare before he storms off.
"Wait!" Liam calls after him, and Theo grins, hearing Stiles' annoyed dramatics as he turns around to meet blue eyes once more.
"Uh, um. Thanks,” Liam stutters, fidgeting awkwardly.
“Anytime blue eyes.”
Liam blushes. “Give me your phone," he demands, and although Theo usually ignores demands from alphas, he complies this time, handing over his phone.
“Anything for you,” Theo croons.
"Here's my number," Liam says nervously, quickly adding it to Theo's contacts, his hands trembling slightly.
Theo's grin widens, feeling a rush of excitement as their fingers grasp once more. "I’ll be seeing you Liam,” he murmurs into the young man’s ear, shooting a playful wink at Stiles.
As Stiles opens his mouth to protest, Scott interrupts. "Let Liam make his own decisions, Stiles. Besides, Theo is an ally now. And an omega. Maybe he deserves a second chance,” Theo hears Scott say much to Stiles’ chagrin.
Theo can't help but chuckle at Stiles' annoyance. Scott may be forgiving, but Theo has no intention of changing his ways. Scott really should listen to Stiles.
He always gets what he wants, one way or another.
Theo feels Liam shudder at their close proximity as his omega essence fills the air, chemically warm. Theo smirks, noticing the subtle changes in Liam's alpha features - the flaring nostrils, the protruding fangs, the flickering irises between blue and red.
Liam eventually composes himself. “Uh, I should go now,” he stammers out, excusing himself and dashes towards the locker rooms.
Theo's gums itch with devious desires and it won't be long until he has own little alpha of his own.