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Whenever Stiles thought of the world before. The one where his dad worked all the time, leaving him to worry late into the night. He thanked the Wolves even more. Because of them, man was no longer it’s own enemy. Instead, they learnt how to get along, treating one another with the respect and dignity that the old world lacked. It was the wolves who taught man their ways. Instead of war, they made peace. Instead of rivalry, they formed companionship. And instead of hate, they opened their hearts and bodies to one another. The wolves took pity on mankind and helped them embrace the way of the wolf. While at first some were cautious about their new way of life, finding it difficult to let go of the inhibitions of the old world. It soon became as natural as breathing as they embraced all forms of pleasure Eden had to offer.
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It was on rare occasions that Stiles would ever voluntarily choose to wear clothes. Ever since he could remember, he hated wearing them. They suffocated him. To Stiles they were a reminder of the old world. If it was up to him, all clothing would be burned and there would be no other choice but to live bare. To his joy, most people agreed with him, forgoing the clothes for the more natural alternative. But unfortunately, some wanted to keep the outdated way of living around. That is why Stiles was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a red plaid shirt on his way to his first day at integrated school.
‘All those not kin by birth to the wolves must be kept apart until the day of consent or present’
Stiles understood the law was in place to protect the younger humans that weren’t physically ready yet from the intimate nature that the wolves had introduced. The secrecy and shame associated with sex was a thing of the past now that the wolves were in charge. But they still respected that humans don’t mature as fast as they do, some needed time to develop their interest in sex. Therefore, all humans had to remain somewhat separate from the wolf population until they could either give consent, or their body chose for them in the form of presenting. And luckily for Stiles, he was the latter of the two.
There were three breeds of wolves in existence. First you had the alphas. They were the leaders, power and authority radiated naturally from them. While humans began to share traits with the wolves, no human had ever reached that of the alphas. No human had even come close to presenting with their own scarlet eyes or swollen knot. The alphas were bigger, stronger and faster than any other breed. But while that strength made them more powerful, they refused to treat others as any lesser.
The betas never felt inferior to their alphas. Instead, they felt unrelenting pride and admiration for them whilst in their presence. It was this indisputable love and natural connection that allowed them to create Eden and teach man how to share in their paradise. As a breed the betas were loyal, pack was everything to them. Once they bonded with their alpha, they would sooner die than have their ties severed.
But no breed of werewolf was as coveted as the omega. The omega wasn’t as strong or as fast as the other two breeds. But that didn’t prevent them from being the embodiment of perfection in the wolf world. Their beauty was unfathomable, their scent beyond intoxicating, every aspect of them allured wolves and humans alike without fail. But there was one special evolutionary feature that the omegas held over the two other breeds. The wolf lore taught how, ‘The omegas had been blessed with Aphrodite’s chamber, from which slick ran like gold, and the next generation could be born’. It was this addictive substance and unique ability that made omegas unreachable in terms of importance in the wolf population.
Stiles had always known how much he wanted to be apart of the wolf world. He knew the day he had the chance to give consent exactly what his answer would be. But that day came sooner than he thought while he sat one day reading a comic when he experienced the shift brought on when presenting occurred. Most humans that present sprout fangs or claws the first time they shift, but Stiles felt his change much lower. He knew exactly what was happening.
Stiles had presented as an omega, and within the same hour had fingered himself five times while reading about how Batman saved the day once again. From that day onward Stiles swore to be the best, most dedicated omega he could. He seen his shift as a gift, and knew exactly how special he was for presenting into such a coveted breed. His mission in life was now simple – find his alpha, form his pack, and repay the wolves for life he has by helping them grow.
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“Stop fidgeting.” His father spoke, barely taking his eyes off the road to chastise Stiles for relentlessly pulling at his clothes.
“They itch.” He complained, unable to prevent his lips from forming into a pout as he forced his arms to stay still by his side.
John sighed, “look kiddo, it’s only for today. Just till you settle in. Then you can go back to prancing around naked as much as you like.” He gave his son a soft smile as he slowed to a stop in the school parking lot.
Stiles had been so occupied with cursing the inventor of clothes in his head that he hadn’t noticed their car approaching the school. He sprang up with excitement to look out the window at the pool of students filtering into the main entrance. He could already see wolves, wearing their fluorescent eyes with pride. Stiles could feel himself producing slick just at the thought of them catching his scent. It will be his first time seeing how a wolf reacts to his scent since he presented.
“Now remember, it’s ok-"
Stiles was barely listening as he fought with the door handle to escape into the mass of students. He allowed his eyes to shine bright blue as he walked, rubbing them for good measure.
“-if you don’t want to rush into anything.” John’s voice trailed off into a mumble as he watched his son disappear into the crowd eagerly.
Stiles had long forgotten about his dad still stationed in the carpark by the time he made it to the schools front doors. He was busy admiring the scents from different wolves as they watched him with hunger pass by. Stiles had heard stories about omegas who hadn’t even made it to their first class before they were taken by a wolf for the first time. Stiles was trying his hardest to keep that thought clear in his mind, he was sure it would send out all the right pheromones to the wolves around him.
The young omega had barely made it round the first corner when he heard a metallic rattle ring out along the corridor. The sudden sound was quickly followed by another, and another. The pace began to speed up as Stiles walked, the sound becoming louder, almost like a violent thudding. It was just before he rounded the second corner when heard the moans.
Stiles stood frozen in awe at the sight in front of him. A young omega with a head full of blonde curls was being savagely fucked up against the row of lockers by an alpha with his own head of dark curls. The omega was being held mid air, back pressed firmly against the metal surface as the alpha rocked into him from where he stood between his legs. The scent of lust and sex from them both hit him square in the face, almost knocking him off his balance. However, instead of falling, he felt himself being kept upright. He found himself leaning into it, but refused to take his attention away from the two wolves as they began to reach their climax. The blonde omega squealed out in pleasure as the alpha forced his knot into him, dragging from him orgasm after orgasm. The two took a moment to collect themselves, sharing each others air as they breathed heavily into one another. The alpha soon regained enough composure and carried the omega off in the opposite direction from Stiles towards what looked to be a class room while still locked deep within him.
“Yeah, that sort of thing tends to happen a lot around these parts.”
Stiles finally snapped out of his daze and gathered enough willpower to turn his attention towards the body he had been using as a crutch. It was a beta. A seriously gorgeous one. He had visibly soft brown hair spiked at an angle towards the ceiling, dark brown eyes that made him weak in the knees, and wide shoulders that led to arms he wanted wrapped around him. He found himself wishing he could have with him what the other omega had just experienced with the alpha.
“I’m sure you’ll find out for yourself soon enough.”
And just like that, a smirk and he was gone. Leaving Stiles feeling a serious case of blue balls.
The rest of the day went by depressingly similar to his interaction with the beta. Sure, he was getting attention. Alphas and betas swarming him, eager to speak to the new omega. But not a single one took it any further. There was even a beta that got so worked up while talking to him that had to leave mid conversation to relieve himself into another betas ass down the hall.
Stiles was completely dumbfounded.
That was until he reencountered the omega he had seen from earlier sitting alone at a desk in his science class. Stiles saw it as the perfect opportunity to get some answers.
“Hey,” he said approaching the desk with the friendliest, most innocent smile he could form, “can I sit there?”
His plan worked like magic. The blonde omega broke out with the biggest grin Stiles had ever seen. Within the first five minutes of speaking to him, Stiles had learnt practically everything there was to know about Isaac. Including his favourite movie, comic book series and ice-cream flavour.
“But only in a tub. I’ve never liked the cone. Always give it to Scott if there are no tubs left.”
“Who’s Scott?” Stiles feigned innocence, he overheard the name of the alpha earlier that day when he seen him talking to a beta. But he wanted to keep his ulterior motives hidden, he wanted to change the topic of discussion onto more interesting matters to find out why the wolves kept at a distance when it came to sex with him.
Isaac broke out into a shy smile, a bright pink blush creeping up his neck and invading the pale boys complexion.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
Stiles was not expecting that. Monogamous wolves were practically unheard of at their age. Especially alphas and omegas, two of the most sexually charged creatures in existence. Monogamy could never work. Isaac must have read the confusion on his face, because he continued.
“Yeah, I know it’s odd. But Scott is really protective, he likes that I’m only his.”
Then it dawned on Stiles.
“Is that why you were sitting alone? I haven’t seen an omega sitting alone all day, myself included. We practically come with our own pack of groupies.”
The two shared a laugh between them at Stiles' spot on analogy.
“Yeah, everyone knows that I’m off limits. They wouldn’t want to face the wrath of the big scary alpha Scott" he said, sarcasm lacing his voice, but Stiles knew that it was still the truth. No one would ever have the disrespect to challenge an alpha over his chosen mate.
“Well, that’s sweet.” Stiles began, before casting his sights out among the other students in the room. “Someone should let them know I’m the opposite. This omega is open for business.” He gestured down towards his still virgin pussy.
Stiles turned back to be faced with a confused looking Isaac.
“Then why are you wearing so many clothes?”
Stiles wasn’t expecting that. He looked down at himself, then around the room. The most anyone else was wearing was a pair of lacy underwear. And that was an omega he thinks is called Greenberg or something. He was so distracted by everything going on that he hadn’t noticed he had been the only one wearing actual clothes all day.
“My dad made me.” Stiles said, trying to hold back the pout that had painted his face earlier that day while he was in the car.
Isaac let out a sound that Stiles took as him figuring something out.
“I’m guessing you weren’t born a wolf?” Isaac asked, to which Stiles nodded. “The first day rule.” He had a smile on his face like he had answered all Stiles problems. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the case.
“The what?”
“Oh come on,” Isaac said with disbelief. “You know, the first day rule. The newly presented human has to wear clothes the first day to show to others that you weren’t born a wolf and therefore mightn’t be entirely comfortable with rushing into things.” He said with a nod in the direction behind Stiles.
The omega turned around to see a beta with his face planted firmly between the thighs of Greenberg, lacy underwear a shredded heap on the floor.
“Trust me. You show up tomorrow without those on, you wont be making it to a single class."
Stiles couldn’t help but grin. He grinned the duration of class, grinned the whole way home, and even grinned in his sleep according to his dad when he was checked on later that night. He couldn’t help it. Stiles wasn’t some omega reject, he was just as desirable as all the others. All he had to do was do the thing that came most natural to him - bare it all.