
Chapter 14
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At some point Stiles had of course realized he wasn't upside down anymore but now tied to a chair, the transition having happened while Stiles had passed out from basically drowning on his own mucus. If the transition hadn't happened Stiles would have choked on his own vomit upon realizing the Alpha was his True Mate and he would probably now be paralyzed because of the Alpha's claws in the back of his neck... Just Stiles doesn't really know when that realization had hit him.. Having so many blanks is a little worrying especially since as far as he knows he didn't take any hits to the head.. Just what the hell kind of crap had the Alpha drugged him with?.. The drugs were the only explanation as to why Stiles was having such a hard time with keeping a grip on his surroundings.. Being blindfolded might have something to do with it though too..
And.. Yeah he's kind of trying to distract himself from what he knows his inevitable choice is going to be.. Because he doesn't want to think about the consent he's about to give a complete stranger right in the same home his Mate was taken from him and so close to the Anniversary of the deaths if his Mate and children.. So close to the Anniversary of the day he was raped and brutalized while lying in a pool of his Mate's blood.. If he thinks too hard on it he can feel the ghosts of his heavily pregnant belly, the thick visceral fluid of Scott's blood coating his skin, hands of Alphas that shouldn't be touching him in places no one but his Mate should touch..
"Hey.. Hey!.. What.. What's going on?!" It's the Alpha's voice and there are no longer claws in the back of Stiles' neck and .. When did that happen?
The Alpha's hands cup his face .. Being touched by a strange Alpha doesn't help especially with the memories at the surface..
Stiles wheezes.. "Flashback.. Panic Attack.." He confesses in heavy labored breaths.. "Don't.. Please.. Please.. Don't.."
The Alpha's hands disappear automatically and Stiles can smell the Alpha's distress.
"Look.." Stiles pants raggedly "Just... Do what you have to do so we live.. Just get it over with.. Then.. Then go.. Leave.. Kill the people who did this to us.. I know that, that's the kind of thing that you do.. I saw it.. In your mind.. Your memories.." Stiles grits out, hating himself, but he needs the justice he was denied years ago.. His reluctant consent will save his life, save this Alpha's life and give them both that justice that they need...
That peace that they need..
Once it's over.. Stiles can finally be at peace..
At peace with Scott and their sons.. The hope of getting justice for them has been the only thing keeping him alive..
No..
No..
There was..
Something else wasn't there?
Someone else?
Does it matter if he suddenly can't remember what, who, else he might want to keep living for?
He suddenly feels very tired..
"No!.. No.. Hey.. Hey.." Thr Alpha whispers frantically "I can fix this.. This can be fixed.. I can make it better.. You just have to hold on!"
The ropes keeping him bound are removed and Stiles is lifted up and he's being carried..
"Not in my bed.. It's where.. It's the last place .." Stiles mutters almost feverishly.. Everything is hot, sticky, uncomfortable and he's losing coherency.. He barely has enough brain capacity left to give voice to the fact that he doesn't want this strange Alpha rutting into him in any place in this house but especially not in the bed he shared with Scott..
"It's okay.. It's okay.. I get it.. I'm getting you somewhere else.. The attic.. Is the attic okay?" The Alpha asks..
"It.. It's the room with the least amount of memories.. Yeah.. Yeah.. The attic's fine.. Just get us through the first floor fast.. I don't.. I don't want to see the kitchen or the living room so close to the flashback .. And I'm in a pretty triggering set of circumstances already.. Soo.. I just rather not have another flashback. " Stiles says with a shiver.. He won't argue with being carried because his legs wouldn't hold him up long enough for him to get two steps let alone to the third story of the house..