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Deucalion was bored.
For over a week now, his pack had been busy moving into an abandoned bank (he offered to house them in the penthouse he's renting, but they preferred this place, the heathens), and the only interesting thing of note he'd come across had been the dust bunnies.
There were rumors, of course, that a Hale had come back and taken over the territory. But his emissary hadn't been able to discern exactly which Hale it was, so he was waiting to hear back from her before he broke the news to Cora.
Not that it would make any difference. The twins both claimed the girl as their beta, and she was extremely close to Aiden in particular. That wasn't accounting for his own attachment after having raised her for the last several years. Still, it would be nice if they could offer her the chance to see some of her remaining family.
Until they knew for sure,however, they had to wait...and waiting meant boredom.
He hated being bored.
"Kali, I'm going out for a run," he called out to his left-hand,who was loitering somewhere nearby. “If I'm not back in twenty minutes, come find me...and bring pants."
With that, he stripped off his clothes, shifted into his wolf form, and took off towards the preserve.
***********
Deucalion loved the feeling of being a wolf.
Even before he was blind, he'd often preferred the view of the beast. Everything was more vivid, more detailed...all of his senses heightened to a frightening degree.
It was freedom, in the truest sense of the word.
He'd just made a lap through the northernmost part of the woods when he heard a voice that filled him with unfathomable rage.
Gerard Argent.
The source of misery for himself and most of those in his pack. He'd been searching for years, but the old bastard managed to stay one step ahead.
Not this time.
This time, he wouldn't stop until the hunter's blackened heart was impaled on his claws.
He took off towards the sound. He could hear multiple voices, so he had to tread carefully, in case there were more hunters than he would be able to handle alone. But as the wolf got close enough to see, he found that the only person with Gerard was a young man.
An extremely beautiful young man, whose scent, buried underneath the metallic tinges of blood and pain, had Deucalion's instincts screaming to take and claim him immediately.
The situation had suddenly become much more interesting.
**********
"Are you sure you're not lost? I mean, I know people tend to get confused and wander off at your age, but-"
He got another hard shove in response.
Stiles heard the footsteps behind him stop, so he turned around to make another quip, only to be met with a pistol to the face.
"Woah, what the hell?! Pretty sure the phrase is 'don't shoot the messenger,' Dude."
"See, I don't think you're going to make a good enough message after all," Gerard sneered as he cocked the handle on the gun. “You’re far too smart for your own good, and I can't trust that Scott will take the hint."
"So what, you're just gonna kill me? My Dad's the Sheriff, Jackass, you'll never get away with it."
“Oh, I don't think it'll be too hard to stage another animal attack. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get this over with-“
A loud snarling sound broke through the clearing, interrupting whatever Gerard was planning to say next. Stiles had just enough time to dive out of the way before a large black blur tackled the hunter to the ground.
He could only watch in morbid fascination as a giant wolf ripped the old man to shreds. After everything he and the pack had been put through, seeing the once mighty hunter be reduced to screaming and tears was rather cathartic.
Suddenly, the wolf pulled back. He was confused as to why it stopped until he watched the animal shift into a man…a man with glowing red eyes.
Another Alpha.
Well, shit.
***********
The old hunter's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw who was looming over him.
"Long time, no see, Gerard."
"Yo...you..."
"That's right...me."
Deucalion's face twisted into a maniacal grin, and without further preamble, he slammed his fist into Gerard's chest and pulled out his still-beating heart.
He stood, the bleeding organ still clenched in his fist, and let out a roar that reverberated throughout the preserve, signaling his victory to both his pack and every other supernatural in the vicinity.
Afterward, he threw the heart into the trees and turned his attention to the boy on the ground in front of him. The boy’s scent was filled with pain, wariness, and a lot of curiosity, but no fear.
How utterly fascinating.
Deucalion approached him with slow, deliberate steps, crimson eyes still glowing faintly with the remnants of his rage.
"Need a hand?"
Stiles hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to the outstretched hand before—just briefly—straying lower. A faint flush crept up his neck, and he quickly snapped his gaze back to the older man's face, his jaw tightening as if sheer willpower could erase that fleeting glance.
The Alpha’s grin broadened, amusement dancing in his expression like a predator toying with its prey.
"Ah," he murmured, tilting his head slightly, "trying very hard not to look, aren't you?"
Stiles scowled, snatching Deucalion’s hand with more force than necessary as he pulled himself upright.
"I'm just trying to figure out if I should run before you eat me like you did Gerard."
"I assure you, darling, any plans I have of devouring you are ones you would thoroughly enjoy."
The human blushed even deeper, and Deucalion couldn’t resist tracing a finger across his cheek.
"What is your name?"
"Stiles...listen, thanks for the help, uh..."
"Deucalion, but you, my dear boy, can call me Deuc."
“Listen, Deuc, as glad as I am to not have a hole in my head, that bastard still has two of my pack trapped in his basement, and I need to save them, so if you could just-"
Stiles tried to pull himself away, but the movement pulled on his broken ribs, causing him to whimper. A moment later, he sighed in relief when the pain was siphoned away.
“God,you werewolves are better than crack."
"Hmm, quite. Darling, it's rather obvious that you're too injured to be chasing after anything. Therefore, I will send one of my own to fetch your pack members. Speaking of which..."
A golden-eyed Cora ran into the clearing a few seconds later and immediately wrapped her arms around Deucalion's neck.
"Papa Deuc, are you alright? We could hear that roar for miles..."
"Everything's just fine, Little Dove. I need you to get Ethan and Aiden to trace the scent of that corpse over there back to where he came from and release the two beta wolves locked up in his basement. Bring them back to my apartment so Marin can tend to any injuries."
She nodded and pulled away, only to give a confused look at the person leaning against Deucalion's other side.
"Who's he?"
"This is Stiles," he said as he put his arm under the boy's legs and lifted him up into a bridal carry, "He’s mine."
Stiles, who was extremely tired, a little high from the pain drain, and way too comfortable against that firm chest, just looked up at the man with a dazed smile.
"Whatever you say, Alpha Daddy."
Then he passed out.
***********
The next time Stiles woke up, he was no longer in the forest.
Instead, he was in a huge four-poster bed, undressed(his boxers were still on, thank goodness), and someone had wrapped his ribs up and tended to his other injuries.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Stiles."
He turned to see the man from the night before, Deucalion, sitting next to him. This time he was fully dressed, with one hand on Stiles draining his pain and the other running over Braille in a book.
Wait...
"You're blind?!"
"I am."
"But...last night you were able to-"
"Last night I used the vision of my wolf," he said quietly.“After Gerard blinded me, it was the only thing able to heal. The man remained broken, scarred by that bastard's cruelty. But when I shift, when I embrace that part of me, it's as if the world opens up again. The wolf can see what I cannot."
Stiles blinked, absorbing the weight of those words, his curiosity battling with a growing sense of empathy.
"So, when you're in human form, you're blind, but as a wolf, you can see? That's... kind of badass, actually. Tragic, but badass."
Deucalion chuckled again, the sound rich and amused.
"I suppose you could put it that way. Unfortunately, it takes too much energy to maintain outside of a full shift, so most of the time I stay as you see me now."
"But, if it's that tiring, why did you keep it going for so long?"
Deucalion tilted his head, as if contemplating the thought. Then, he slowly moved his hand up Stiles’s arm until he cupped the boy’s face.
"Because the temptation to keep staring at the beautiful creature in my arms was too hard to resist."
Stiles felt his heart stutter in his chest, the words wrapping around him like invisible threads, pulling him deeper into something he didn't quite understand.
Without giving himself time to overthink(and he was very good at overthinking), he crashed his lips against Deucalion's.
Strong arms wrapped him in an embrace that was both gentle and possessive. Their mouths moved in perfect synchronization,tongues dancing in that old familiar rhythm. Stiles tangled his fingers into the older man's shirt and pulled him closer, fully erasing the remaining distance between them.
When they finally broke apart, panting softly, Deucalion’s thumb traced Stiles's swollen bottom lip, his expression a mixture of amusement and something much softer.
"I certainly wasn’t expecting that."
"Yeah, well, neither was I," Stiles whispered, his voice breathless and a little shaky. "Guess I’ve got a thing for blind, badass Alphas who can rip out hearts and talk like Shakespeare."
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's eve then?"
"Maybe let me look a little less like roadkill first," he said with a laugh before his expression sobered up. "So what happens now?"
"Now, you and your packmates,who were also brought here last night, will rest and recover, while my right hand, Ennis, works with your father to dispose of Gerard's remains and tie up any loose ends from that Kanima situation we were informed of."
"Oh God...my Dad is definitely not going to like learning about werewolves....or you."
“Considering that when my pack found him, he was out searching for you while holding hands with Peter Hale, I doubt he’ll have much to say about either situation.”
Stiles looked up at the man in shock.
"He was WHAT?! How the fu...when did... the last thing I need in my life is a Zombiewolf step-daddy!"
"How about an Alpha Daddy, instead?"
Deucalion couldn't help but laugh when the boy groaned and buried his face in his chest.
"I was really hoping you'd forget I said that."
"And deny you the opportunity to explore a new kink? Never."
Stiles sighed at the innuendo, but his scent was far more aroused than annoyed, which excited Deucalion to no end.
One thing was certain...he would never be bored again.