MATE

Summary: Yes, of course she had a broken wrist but surely it couldn't have been the handsome as hell werewolf who just fucked her in the woods and actually caused the wrist to be broken in the first place. Sciles Girl!Stiles M for well everything

WARNING! THIS COULD BE TAKEN AS RAPE SO BEWARE

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf just this story

Meeting You Was Fate

Stiles couldn't possibly believe her unfortunate as she was sitting on an examine table in a vet's clinic while an actual vet was fixing her broken wrist.

At least he was nice about it. Definitely nicer than the doctor who was looking at her in the hospital as if she was the one who did something bad when she was sitting there with a friggin' werewolf.

Yes, of course she had a broken wrist but surely it couldn't have been the handsome as hell werewolf who just fucked her in the woods and actually caused the wrist to be broken in the first place.

She looked over to Scott a boy she had just met in the woods as the vet, Alan Deaton, was gently putting her hand into gypsum. The boy looked unbelievably guilty and sorry about what happened and despite that Stiles felt that if she would just think about it she would surely forgive him but like fucking hell she was doing that.

Scott looked from the girl's wrist to her eyes and she annoyed looked away.

This was a friggin' nightmare from Beacon Hills for sure.

Stiles Stilinski brushed her forearm a bit. She was feeling incredibly sensitive today and she wasn't sure why. It was weird. She never felt like this. A simple touch made her skin tremble and she didn't like it. At all.

She was shook her head trying to get some balance and calm the hell down. It was so weird feeling like this. She opened her document and started typing again. She wanted to finish at least this chapter to have a little more free time on her hands.

She loved college. Every day, every class and every night was a new experience for her which was considering her jumpy behavior a really good thing. She had ADHD. And although she managed to get really good at dealing with it and focusing she still had a few bad days here and there.

Stiles realized that she wrote bad days in her work.

'Shit!' she cursed and tightly closed her eyes. God, she felt like she was all over the place. She pressed save and stood up from her laptop walking around the room.

What's wrong with me?

It's like I have vermis or something…right Stiles because that is soo what is happening.

She bit her lip and let out a long sigh.

A ride could do.

She grabbed her keys and shouting a big bye to whoever was in the house she left.

Stiles drove for an hour feeling the sensation growing and becoming almost unbearable. She stopped the car. She used to love car ride with her dad in the passage seat but after one day with a douche at her high school she quickly found out that she didn't trust anyone as much as her dad and step-sister to actually feel relaxed during the ride.

What's happening?

Jesus…

She started panting. Everything was suddenly like way to sensitive it was like she could hear the birds in the trees too loud like her breathing that was coming out in sort heavy inhales and exhales was too loud (which I probably was.) and like the day light itself at some sound in it.

Her hands began to shake. God, am I just getting another panic attack? But why-? How-?

All of the sudden she knew she needed to get out. She didn't know if it really was a panic attack or of she was just drugged or something but she just needed to get out.

She was out of the car running into the woods as fast as she could trying to miss the trees her ears hearing the leaves moving under her feet like loud noises of shattered glass.

She let out a surprised yelp when she was suddenly taken from the behind by two strong arms, catching her and spinning her around where she was met with two glowing red eyes.

Werewolf

It was pretty much the last clear thought that came through her mind before it got clouded by something she couldn't control.

He not too roughly but neither gently got her to the ground with her hands on his chest covered in a shirt. Her whole body burning for him, his touch, his closeness.

She gasped her eyes going to the back of her head as the sensation hit her in full once his teeth touched her neck for the first time.

It hurt but it at the same time it made her wetter than she ever was in her whole life.

His claws went for her jeans and ripped them apart along with her panties opening her for him and cutting her a bit in the process but she couldn't care less.

She moaned as his cold claws touched her clit causing her almost lose her mind.

He spun her around making her press her face into the cold and dirty ground beneath her but she didn't care.

She sunk her fingers into the cold dirt as she felt him enter her, the moan that she let out so loud it echoed in the woods. She never felt better as he was coming into her like that partly holding her down.

She almost couldn't move when he had held her down like that but she didn't care either with the way how right and amazing it felt and how it was everything to her. She didn't think. Not a single thought just the feeling, the wonderful feeling.

She felt the pressure raising and taking over her when it hit full she cried hearing a howl that came from him almost at the same time.

She could feel him. Not just his cock inside of her. Not just his hands and claws on her body or skin. She could feel him.

In her mind, her soul, her whole being. He was there with her or maybe she was in him but in that moment she never felt more connected with someone. It was the only thing she could actually understand right now. Everything was too blurry. Her brain that was constantly on overdrive was silence under the pressure of the fog that was there ever since the moment he touched her.

She closed her eyes and let the fog overtake her completely like a comforter on the forest bed.

Stiles woke up feeling bruised all over her body. A small thought about if she was hangover or if she was dreaming crossed her mind as she found herself lying on the cold forest's ground feeling a presence behind her.

Suddenly everything hit her and she shot up screaming.

Her scream woke up the werewolf who was lying next to her now completely human. He looked at her with his eyes wide and mouth open. With a quick look down her body and her tore up clothes he immediately remembered what happened.

'Shit.'

Stiles was looking at him feeling a blush hitting her cheeks and neck.

'You-you-you screw-!' Suddenly her eyes widened as she remembered a piece about their act that he stayed inside her before they passed out.

'YOU KNOT ME!?'

He got up, 'I'm sorry! I didn't mea-'

'You could have got me pregnant, you idiot!' She screamed and started running.

He watched her utterly confused before he ran after her.

'Wait.'

Well, that's some start.

Of course, because she was Stiles, she haven't gone far and with the first branch she ended up on the ground breaking something in the process.

'AAAU!'

'Oh my God!' the boy was immediately by her side pulling her up.

'Don't touch me!' Stiles pushed him away.

'How could you do that?!'

'I'm sorry,' he said desperately looking at her hand that she was pressing to her chest.

'Can I-please-I-I can help.'

'NO! You raped me!' she shouted at him the pain becoming unbearable.

She kneeled down feeling tears that were feeling her eyes.

She looked up at him seeing that he was speechless watching her with such a hurt expression on his face she immediately felt sorry for her words.

He wasn't in control as well.

'How could you not control your heat? Damn it.'

He swallowed and kneeled down in front of her in a strict distance so she wouldn't be afraid. The thing was she wasn't afraid. She was just angry. Angry. And there was also hate. He didn't know if he would feel less devastated about this if she was afraid of him but hate. Hate was definitely stabbing him right into the heart.

'It wasn't heat,' he mumbled sheepishly. It would do no good if he would lie to her like that.

'Wait-'

She looked up again completely shocked, 'You-you're-I…what the fuck?! We're-'

'Mates,' he finished for her and reached his hand not touching her though.

'Yeah.'

She watched him for a moment before she shook her head. She thought about it for a moment the pain being pushed to the back of her mind.

'So-you what-still you're an Alpha I saw your eyes why didn't you like stop yourself or something. I couldn't stop but-'

'I couldn't either. I just became an Alpha recently.'

Stiles blinked at him slowly standing up without his help. 'How recent?'

'Two weeks,' he stood up as well.

She looked him up and down to where his boxers were torn up just as her jeans and panties were. Oh, wait she had no panties anymore and the jeans were barely holding up on her with her cunt out to the open.

This couldn't get more humiliating even if she tried.

This was so not her friggin' life

She sighed and took a step closer to the boy. He wasn't too tall possibly the same high as her. He had nice brown eyes and was looking like a poster boy despite the uneven jaw. She hated pretty boys. They were always douches and she just turned out to be a mate with one and mated with him on their first meeting right here in the woods.

'So a baby Alpha, nice.'

She reached out her hand, 'You can take away the pain, right?'

He nodded all too quickly but nodded at her hand as if he needed a conformation.

Stiles rolled her eye, 'Yes, you can take away the pain-but only that.'

He as gently as possible put his hand on her wrist encircling it with his warm fingers. Stiles had to admit despite the pain his touch itself was enough to make her feel better.

Her heart speeded up and he looked at her briefly from under his eyelashes.

Did it really felt like this? Like you're whole and you feel good with the person and …Gosh, this is too mushy for me to deal with…

She almost moaned when he started taking the pain away slowly but firmly letting her free from it.

He took as many as he could and once he stopped she could still feel it a bit but just the right amount of it for her to deal with it.

They looked at each other at the same time both suddenly caught in the moment. They were in woods, they're linked and it's nice and calm and not pressured like it was before or heated and yes he's pretty but she doesn't feel like she wants to jump him it's just good…

'Okay,' he suddenly let go of her hand taking a step back, 'I should take you to the hospital. The bone is broken.'

'What are you a doctor?'

'Uh, just a med student.'

'Oh.' Of course, he was. Werewolves have everything in this world. The money, skills, looks all of it.

'So, where's your car?' he asked.

'I'm not sure. What about yours?'

'I ran here from the town?' he admitted brushing the back of his head, 'I just felt-this like inch and the only way to get rid of it was to find you and I guess to,' he looked away, 'knot you.'

Stiles sighed. How on earth was this ever real? 'Can you like pick it up by scent? My car, I mean. Uh, Stiles, by the way.'

The boy gave her the cutest smile she had ever seen and she was momentary sure than she was going to start blushing just by looking at it.

'Scott. Cool name.'

'It's a nickname, really.'

They found her car quickly and since she apparently left her keys inside Scott managed to get it going. She had a few clothes in too so Scott to her humiliation helped her put on her other jeans and he put on her dad's pants which were too big for him.

They were quite for most of the ride which made Stiles ever more nervous. Okay, to get facts in order.

Werewolves in their world were unfairly handsome, rich and skilled in almost everything they did. They had their own set of rules which were mostly even higher than the ones for ordinary people. Werewolves usually solved their problems by themselves.

Ever since they had a special lesson in civics about werewolf society Stiles had been obsessed with the topic. She was completely taken with stories and talks and was possibly on every possible werewolf related forum on the net. Of course, just like most of the humans she stalked the special ones in school trying to get close yet being desperate to stay afar. She always saw them as something unique above them. Which they kind of were? They definitely got better treatment.

Werewolf's heat was a concept that left her disgusted after a terribly embarrassing lecture on biology when she was like thirteen.

Apparently werewolves had these whole control issues in a specific time of the year when they were incredibly horny. At this time, they didn't even mind having sex with human but in the real world it was quite an uncommon thing to actually make someone his or hers mate.

She looked at Scott who was driving her to the Beacon Memorial Hospital occasionally looking her way as well. It was super weird. If it wasn't for the part that this was her first time in such a small space with a werewolf it would have to be the fact that she was in a small space with a werewolf she had just had sex with.

Wait was it really sex?

She bit her lip.

Rape was definitely a terrible thing to say. Her body, her soul it wanted it and so did his although their heads weren't in it. Then both of them were rape. Their own bodies betrayed them…

'Why me?'

Scott hands tightened around the steering wheel, 'Uh, I don't know it's the wolf really that picked you.'

'I though werewolves only picked other werewolves. Furthermore, Alphas.'

He parked the car, 'Yeah, but-uh I'm a bit of a different case.'

He looked nervous and Stiles could tell just by looking at him that there was more to the story than he was letting on. She didn't blame him for that. She barely knew the guy herself but shit she wanted to know things that concerned her. Also she was unbelievably nosy. She was a daughter of the sheriff though.

'Look,' he started seeing the suspicion in her eyes, 'can we take care of your wrist first and then deal with this,' he pointed between them, 'I might have a friend who could help.'

'Like unmate us or something.' It would explain why they were hardly any actually mixed mates in the werewolf's world.

'Maybe, come on,'

Stiles immediately noticed that the boy, Scott was nothing like the dominant werewolf Alpha who knotted her in the woods. Scott was…well a sweetheart. Opening doors, questions if she was okay and what not. She would never imagine a werewolf being like this when she had her personal experience with douches from her high school and college.

He's like a unicorn, Stiles wondered as Scott talked to the lady at desk.

'McCall? Oh, sorry she just walked out for lunch but I can get a doctor ride away for you,' said the nurse all too happy.

Stiles rolled her eyes. Of friggin' course, he must have told her he was a werewolf and what not? She would open the gates of heaven for him if she could.

A doctor came and he was an ass.

'I'm so sorry. I hope sheriff's daughter didn't get you too much trouble.'

Stiles frowned as they were in the examination room.

'Excuse me?'

Sure, I am the one with a broken wrist which I broke thanks to a horny werewolf who partly raped me not that I remember it too clearly but hell sure act like I'm the bad guy!

'She can be a bit hard to deal with-'

'Hey!' Stiles stood up moving her wrist in the process causing her hiss from the pain. She took her hand holding it closer to herself her eyes closed tight.

'Look, what you did-'

'Don't talk to her like that,' stepped in Scott with a serious look on his face causing both the doctor and Stiles to look up at him.

'Oh, uh, I-'

'She's right here,' he pointed at her, 'Please, don't talk to Stiles like she isn't here. Also don't be rude.' The way he said it made Stiles see the red eyed creature that bit her into the throat where she now probably had a bite mark. So there was Alpha Scott and sweetheart Scott.

'Stiles, can we please go to my friend instead? The one I mentioned.'

Stiles nodded.

At least he asked and didn't order me around although I'm sure we'll get to that as well.

He got her to the vet's clinic which made her unsure but a friendly looking black guy immediately took care of her as if it wasn't a big deal. He was certainly nicer than the doctor. Still, it didn't improve her mood at all.

Fucking werewolves.

Scott was nervously and guilty looking as Deaton worked who was looking like her was more than amused by Scott's behavior and told him a few times to go wait in the waiting room if he couldn't stop pacing.

Stiles didn't dare to say anything to him after that. She didn't know where this whole situation put her. She read a bunch of stuff about mates but werewolves mostly kept things between themselves so she wasn't even sure what was true or not.

'Stiles, would you like an after pill and book about lycanthropy?' asked the kind vet.

She blinked, 'Uh.' After pill she hadn't even thought about that after her little outburst in the woods.

'Yeah, would it work?'

'For first mate there is like above sixty percent that you may get pregnant but it's better than nothing. I suppose the book could help you with a few things. Would you like me to call someone to take you home and talk with your father or would you rather do it on your own?' he asked and she felt like an idiot. She honestly had no idea what to do. This came totally out of the blue for her. Should she call her dad to pick her up? What if she really was pregnant? How will that look sheriff's daughter pregnant with a werewolf?

She brushed her forehead feeling Scott's eyes on her sensing the apology more than seeing in on his guilty looking face.

'I would like the pill and the book,' she said a bit defeated.

When she looked at Scott as Deaton went for the things to his office she felt terribly tired, 'Can you take me home? I'll tell my dad once I get home so you can like stay in the car and wait or something. I'm not saying he won't shot you but-'

'I won't leave, Stiles,' he said already sounding devoted and it made her want to look away from him with the intense look he was giving her and making her feel.

'Whatever.'

I still wish that I will just wake up and this whole will be a dream.