Life was so great! Insert sarcasm there.

Scott had been crabby with the full moon coming up. The guy I had such a major crush on was even less interested in me these days. Yes. A lot going on in just those two sentences, right? Well, to add, I had Scott duty this full moon, Lydia and Stiles being busy on some weird "date as friends" thing and everyone seeming to be busy or just unwilling at this point. Whatever. I didn't mind.

The night the full moon did come, Scott was different than the other times. I mean, he was an alpha this time. He was security chained up but I was worried that wouldn't hold him. Nothing ever seemed to. "Y/N?" He whimpered suddenly.

Not looking over, I answered him. "Yeah?"

"Please let me out."

His voice made me weak but I just took an even, low, slow breath and reminded myself that it was The Wolf and this was necessary. "You know I can't Scotty," I answered dully.

"But... I thought you loved me." I whipped my head up, startled. How could he know?!?! "I can smell it on you, Y/N..." I blushed scarlet and put my head down.

Shutting out his words and how they made me feel, I leveled my thinking and refocused myself. "I'm doing this because you asked me to. I'm doing this because I love you," I reasoned, struggling to still keep calm and reminding myself as well as him.

"Can you at least just handcuff me? I... Want to do something." I was worried he'd break out of it, but I did. I hand cuffed his hands then unlocked the chains. I nervously stepped back, but Scott didn't struggle. "Thank you. That feels better." I sighed, relieved. Maybe being an alpha gave him more control. "Y/N?" He asked suddenly. Looking away and settling down again, I hummed. "I love you too."

Unsure and startled, I looked up at him. He was looking into my eyes deeply. I looked at his hands... It seemed pointless to only cuff one hand, but I adjusted it so he had one hand free. "Please don't make me regret this..." I whispered quietly, begging.

He smiled. "I won't." With that, his hand flew to my face, where he began kissing me. His lips were soft and molded so sweetly with mine. I moaned.

My brain hit again, probing me with thoughts of caution. "Scott, you know that you're just in wolf mood right now. You'll regret-"

"I would never regret telling the girl I love the truth," he... he Growled. I leaned back, searching his hazel eyes. No craze. No red. I was so nervous. "Might as well let my other hand go. There's no point with just one hand cuffed..."

Laughing as I realized, I shook my head. "You totally just made me work you free," I accused as I took off the cuffs. He smiled that heart melting smile and grabbed my face. Our bodies pressed against eachother more, pushing us up on our knees. My hands went to his hair as his ventured to my belt loops where he pulled, putting us even closer. Every move it was like someone was grinding on the other.

Scott broke the kiss and moved to my neck. His lips were hungry, kissing all over. My jaw. My actual neck. My chest just barely above my shirt. I gasped. Scott looked at me, something glinting in his eyes that I didn't have time to identify before he hid it from me.

This isn't Scott. Scott's gentle. Scott's not really shy, just... Gentle. He's so rough right now. Does Scott want this? Is Scott doing this? Or is it the moon?

As the thoughts set in a feeling of panic, I pushed him back a little. "So... Is this the moon then, or - ?" I began nervously as he continued kissing my neck, his teeth tickling my skin. I was surprised they weren't sharp. That they weren't biting.

He glared at me, annoyance and anger evident on his face. I shrunk back a little. "Why is it every time I finally love you the way you deserve, it's the full moon?" Scott whispered, pausing to look into my eyes.

My eyes flickered away, wondering if this was actually concern about him or just self doubt. "Because it always happens when the full moon is out!" I grumbled. "Then you go back the next day, and it's like you forgot everything. Thankfully we've never gone past kissing..." The first time we kissed was when... When he was still with Allison. It shocked me and I didn't tell anyone. They were shaky enough without it and Scott didn't need me ruining their relationship. He can barely control the wolf.

His finger caught my chin and he pulled my eyes back to him. "Don't you get it?"

He cocked an eyebrow, and I tilted my head. "Get what?" I asked nervously.

"Being the wolf is like being drunk," Scott began, sitting back on his ankles. This was so weird- I was used to a total freak out. Especially now that Ali's dead... I tried to push that thought away. Was I calming him? No. I pushed that thought away too. "You say things, do things you really want to, but your better judgement has been keeping you from doing. Like having sex with that REALLY hot girl down the street or going absolutely crazy. The wolf instincts are similar to humans'. We want a mate. We want... To mate. The only reason I haven't done anything about how I feel isn't because I don't feel anything..." Scott leaned forward, touching my face. "It's because I've been too scared that you don't feel the same way. Not really. That it was an in the moment thing or pity. So I bundle it up until the wolf takes control and lets loose. And, like being drunk, I forget everything in the morning. Excuse it and push it away as a dream or hallucination or something. Since you don't seem to react about it either..." he looked away, his jaw working. "That's the real reason I regret anything. Because I thought you didn't feel the same and were taking pity on me because I was a wolf. I didn't know what we were doing or what was going on. But I don't think you have it in you to do anything other than kiss me when I'm like this." Scott looked back at me, smirked. "You're too kind. Too gentle. Too understanding and aware. Allison was gone the first time I got all vicious and crazy. We almost... But that doesn't matter. Thank you Stiles," Scott joked, his throat a little tight.

Desperate to make the thoughts and pain go away, I put my hand on his face. He leaned into it. He was so seriously sexy, it was hard not to start kissing him again. Let go of some of my own primal instincts. I lay down and Scott sat next to me. He played with my hair, moving pieces out of my eyes and lovingly stroking my face.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed into his touch. Suddenly it left. I shot my eyes open, but what I saw wasn't anything I wanted to. Scott was fully wolfed out, eyes blazing red and teeth bared sharp. I went to move but realized he was holding me down. I screamed but he just smiled at me darkly. In one smooth motion, his teeth were sunk into my abdomen.

I screamed.

Finally he let go. He sat back and looked around, looking startled and off kilter. The full moon was fully blazing on him now and he writhed, fighting something.

I'm so stupid! What was I thinking?! UGH! I ran over to him and forced him back on the wall, chaining him up while he was too weak to fight back. Right as I locked it and stepped back, Scott began thrashing and squirming. Screaming. I rose a hand to touch the bite and winced, hissing. "Crap," I spat.

An Alfa bite... I'm so screwed.

I raced into the little room to the side where we had minor first aid stuff. There was a box full of ginormous band aid pad things. Kinda like the one Scott used when he was first bitten. Funny how I remembered that. I remember even the way his stomach flexed when he showed me the bite mark, Stiles awed at the bite, myself awed at the smooth skin around it. He didn't have super abs then, but he still had that build. And it was like looking at heaven.

How stupid I was. And am. He could so easily manipulate me. The Wolf saw my weakness and pounced. How long has it been planning that? I covered the wound and hid it well. Then I went back. I sat in front of Scott, who was bloodying his arms and wrists which were also hand cuffed. I touched his face, knowing that usually soothed him.

Scott may not like me, but The Wolf had a thing for me. Maybe it was my body. Though I can't imagine what it sees there...

I lulled him to sleep, touching his face, and singing. He slept none too peacefully, but I did my best, and soon it was morning. There was blood, but it all looked like Scott's, so no one expected when Stoles came in and saw it.

He gave me a tight smile and I left hurriedly.

There wasn't long that I'd hide this. But... I'd try. That meant avoiding Derek and Scott. For a while, at least. That planned shucked out the door the second I walked outside.

"Why do you smell like a wolf?" Derek demanded when I existed the building.

"I was with Scott all night," I lied, thinking on my feet.

"I smelled two wolves in there! At some point, it was one and a human, but that changed... Or, is changing..." Derek growled, looking me up and down.

"Keep your nose where it belongs," I snapped, slapping his hand away from where it was reaching to uncover the bite.

Derik looked at me a long time before he realized... "Scott bit you?" He whispered, intense.

It was hard to keep my cool. "No!"

"Say it again. Slowly. Did Scott bite you?" Derek asked.

Oh no. Okay. Heart beat. Calm. I knew how to lie, and I'd been careful about lying to werewolves. I'd done it only once-to Scott-when I finally convinced him that, no, I didn't like him. Once.

But Derek was not Scott.

Limit heart beat. Control breathing. Keep still, but not too still. Don't touch anything that you wouldn't usually touch regularly talking. Slow your heartbeat. Calm. Down.

Some instinct took over and I heard my own heart beat. My breathing. It all calmed down.

"Scott didn't bite me," I said calmly. My heart didn't freak out, my voice was smooth and confident, and I didn't fidget.

"If I didn't already know you were lying, you'd have me convinced," Derek said smugly. "But you took too long to respond and your heartbeat quickened the first time. You also played with the pocket of the your jeans when I first came up." He smiled at me dangerously.

"Derek... Please don't tell Scott. No matter what, no one can know," I said, pleading. "Not yet at least..."

Derek sighed, rubbing his eyes. "You can't hide this long. Scott and you have a serious connection. He's your alpha. You're biter. He's going to be drawn to you in an extremely fierce way." Derek looked very hard at me. "Did he do anything strange? Mark you in any way? As the wolf, he might have done something strange or seemingly stupid or meaningless. If he did that, he's marked you as his mate..."

My face paled. "He was talking about..." I put my hand over my mouth.

"That's why he turned you. Not only are you marked his by his bite, you're also marked as his mate. What did he do?"

I racked my brain. Had he done anything? I was wearing a turtle neck so it felt weird to rub my neck, feeling fabric. It felt itchy and strange. I played with it.

Suddenly Derik ripped my hand away, moving the fabric to look at my neck.

"What are you-" I started.

"Shush," Derik barked.

"Well there you go," he mumbled after a while.

"What? What is it?" I panicked.

"Did he kiss your neck at any point? You were wearing a tank top so I assumed you took this shirt off and wore just that last night in the warm room... Did he kiss your neck?

I blushed. "M-maybe..."

Derek rolled his eyes. "In the old days, werewolves used to bite their mate's neck. It lasted forever. Now, we've gotten more creative.

I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" I demanded.

Derek smirked, something implied I didn't understand. "It's a hickey."

Oh. I blushed again, pulling up my turtle neck. "That'll go away..." I mumbled.

"That's a serious hickey, I don't think you get it. That'll be there a long time. Not forever. But long enough. No one will touch you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not everyone follows werewolf code."

"He's going to get very protective of you. He's got a hidden passion for you, something he's trying to deny. He'll be unexplainably overprotective. He won't even know what's come over him. He'll be touchy, needy. Just go with it." Derek smirked. "Not like you'll really have a problem with it, I'm sure."

I blushed even more. "I- shut up."

Derek went to walk away, but stopped. "You have to tell someone. You have to learn to control it. The bite will take effect tomorrow, and you need to be ready."

"Teach me?" I begged.

"If Scott finds us together, he'll get territorial and try to kill me," Derek dead panned.

"Please?" I whispered.

"No."

"What if I bring Lydia and Stiles?" I offered.

"What? A double date?" Derek shook his head.

"And Malia?" I offered.

"So basically you're going to tell everyone except Scott. That'll go well."

"Stiles has to be there because he'll be the most important. He's Scott's best friend," I simplified.

"Then get Stiles to teach you. Seemed to work for Scott..." Derek walked away.

I looked back where Scott was. Stiles was in there too... This could go bad. But Scott wouldn't kill Stiles.

Right?