The Alpha.

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In the middle of the night, on a long deserted road, a luxurious sports car was a bit more than a blur. Covering tens of miles in mere seconds, a feat aided by the lonly road and the drivers reckless driving.

Who turned out to be a well dressed, broad shouldered, handsome young man. With russet skin, long raven hair wildly cascading down his back, and had an absolutely captivating gaze. His right eye was a radiant amber hue, while the left was a light pale grey.

However the young man's good looks were overshadowed by a large open wound on his abdomen. Thick blood seeping through his white dress shirt staining the expensive leather seats of the car and his right hand. Which he was tightly pressing against his injury, in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

" Guess it wasn't such a good idea to mess with the old woman and her family. Though, I did get the information I was after..."

While clutching onto his gnarly wound, the young man couldn't help but let out a smug smirk.

" ... But to think the infamous, Argent Family would come to such a remote town. Specially one which shouldn't have a pack much less an Alpha... So what brought them to such a place?"

As he tried to think what their intentions were, he didn't notice the large billboard he'd passed by, which read;

[Welcome to Beacon Hills]

Then a very unusual sensation overcame him. One which he hadn't felt in a long time, but not one he could ever forget.

" Alpha.. There's actually an Alpha here? Guess I figured out why the Argents came here..."

Sure enough, the feeling he'd felt was that of entering an Alphas territory. The sensation was marked by goosebumps, cold sweat, and slightly transitioning into fight mode. Unfortunately for him he'd unknowingly entered an Alphas territory while still injured. Forcing the mysterious young man to bring his car to a full stop before performing a, U-turn.

" Dammit, had that bald asshole not shot me back there, I wouldn't care if there was an Alpha here. Nevertheless, there is one and I have no idea who they're or the size of their pack.. So I'll come back once my injury's fully healed."

Having reaffirmed his decision, he drove back now heading in the opposite direction. All the while simultaneously maintaining an eye on his rear view mirror and slightly adjusting it. This seemingly irrational action of his, revealed a bit more of the mysterious young man. Such as the impressive and beautiful silver cross earring he wore on his right ear. One which surely didn't cost a low sum, coupled with his clothing and car it was safe to say he wasn't strapped for cash.

(Unbeknownst to him, his sudden and very much brief entry into Beacon Hills was noted by a certain monstrous figure. Who happened to be out in the surrounding area, obviously stalking for new prey. Which instantly left it's hunting grounds to instead rush over to the nearby highway. It's intentions and motives unknown, but going by it's speed it was surely trying to catch up to the fleeing vehicle.)

Later that night, several miles away that same sports car rolled into a roadside motel parking lot. One where the guest's only had to pay the receptionist, no questions asked. As such the still bleeding young man headed to his room after doing just that.

Where he hastily locked the door before stumbling to the bathroom. There he rummaged through the cabinets in search of any medical supplies. Unfortunately other than an almost empty bottle of rubbing alcohol there wasn't anything else.

" Fuck! Just my luck..."

Left with no other choice, he soaked his fingers with the last few drops of alcohol, prior to piercing his open wound with them.

" Argh!! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"

He was doing this in order to remove the bullet still inside of him. That said the pain he felt as his fingers dug deeper into his abdomen was excruciating.

" C'mon where the fuck is it?!"

With every passing second that he couldn't find the bullet his frustration and pain increased exponentially. Until finally, the source of his pain was firmly in his grasp, and in one fell swoop he pulled it out. Then when it was removed his body immediately fell onto the dirty bathroom floor. On which he had his final thoughts on his seemingly close brush with death.

' Fuck me that hurt.. but while that takes care of the bleeding, the poison it secreted inside of me won't be as easy to deal with... Thankfully it's just Wolfsbane, and it'll leave my system in a couple of days. Till then, I'll rest here and recuperate, I doubt any major changes will occur in that time.'

With that last thought, the mysterious stranger closed his eyes and fell asleep. Not knowing that his unexpected arrival had world shattering consequences. For himself, a settling outsider, a nihilistic queen bee, and an entire town.

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[Five Days Later]

At the crack of dawn, loud banging could clearly be heard throughout the motel. The source of the disturbance was coming directly in front of the mysterious young man's room. Where a very tall, muscular, middle aged bald man was repeatedly banging on his rooms door. While a much smaller and sleazy man stood behind him holding onto a large key ring.

" Oh well if Mr. Pretty Boy doesn't want to answer, then we'll just let ourselves in. Move aside Mark, let me unlock the door."

The sleazy man ordered, to which the enormous hired muscle responded with a nod and a few words.

" Sure thing boss."

Seeing as the man had the key to the room, it was safe to say that he was the manager of the motel. Which made sense seeing as the young man had only rented the room for three days.

*Click*

Hearing the lock being undone, the motel manager stepped back to hide behind "Mark" who confidently pushed the door open and entered.

" Eh, there's no one here."

The big man let out, as he obviously didn't see anyone inside the room. Garnering a swift smack by the manager who ordered him to check the restroom.

" Go check the in there, you big oaf!"

Opening the restroom door, the collapsed and very much blood stained body of the young man was discovered. Scaring the manager who didn't expect to find a corpse. At least for a few seconds, because soon enough he began cussing him out.

" Oh fuck me, why do these motherfuckers always come to my hotel to die?! Goddammit! It's going to cost me a hand and a leg to clean this all up..."

(Meanwhile, inside the void that is one's unconscious mind, a light dimly glowed in the young man's. One which eradicated the surrounding darkness and shortly thereafter a certain name was called out.

' X..er... Xan... Xander... Alexan... Alexander...'

Following that a scene appeared from who knows where exactly, but it was blurry and unstable. It did however managed to make the unmoving body of the young man to open his eyes.)

' It was that memory again... Huh, who are these assholes now?'

It didn't take him more than a split second for "Alexander" to notice the two men staring at him. The managers eyes were filled with terror but his bodyguards weren't. For all he cared about was getting paid, and he'd dealt with junkies before. Which he assumed Alexander was since he abruptly woke up after appearing dead.

That wasn't the case, but Alexander was mad that they'd interrupted his rest.

" Who the hell are you two? I don't remember ordering room service."

The one to answer him, was the manager who was surprised at the young man's appearance. Since he couldn't see any wounds or even scars on his body, making him wonder why he was drenched in blood.

" We're from the front office, we came because you've been here for five days but only paid for three. So either pay up for the two extra days or I'll have Mark here kick you out, your choice."

Of course in front of potential gain, and more importantly his huge bodyguard his fear was quelled. Unfortunately, Alexander didn't take his threat light-heartedly and quickly replied.

" So that's why you bothered me, for such a stupid reason? What, did you think I was going to skip out on paying? Did you not see the car I drove in here with? That shit's worth more than this entire fucking building! Now fuck off before you piss me off even more, and just for that I'm not paying for the two extra days. Because, fuck you, that's why."

Listening to his harsh words, the furious but more importantly embarrassed manager. Ordered Mark (the bodyguard) to "Deal" with Alexander, who nodded as he approached the blood stained young man.

To which Alexander had the following response;

' Seriously?'

To Mark's surprise Alexander didn't back down, and also stepped forward. Then as both men's gazes met, Mark was overwhelmed by the ferocity inside Alexander's. He'd seen the eyes of a killer before, but the ones he was staring into right now, were even more frightening. Making him instinctively back away and slowly lower his head as a sign of surrender.

Witnessing his "Powerful" bodyguard crumble right in front of his eyes. The motel manager fled with his tail between his legs in absolute fear. With his goon following suit shortly thereafter, leaving Alexander alone once again.

" Five days huh... I'm mostly recovered, so I guess it's time to head over to Beacon Hills."