Chapter 5

Stiles snarls at the sound of people betting against him, but they only seem to be entertained.

The Boulder growls at Stiles, and Stiles growls back, but it seems like a puppy in comparison. The audience is laughing around him, and Stiles feels ridiculed. Stiles is maybe not as big as this guy, but he's smart. And he is stronger than he ever has been. He is going to survive this, at least. That's what's he's aiming for.

The bell rings, and Stiles jumps a little before sliding to the right to avoid the storming Boulder.

''Dude, we don't have to do this,'' Stiles grumbles. Trying to reason with the Alpha before blocking the fist that is aimed at his head. He feels pain shooting through his arm, and he curses. His wrist is broken, but he can feel it already healing when he shakes his wrist. Holy shit, the healing factor of being a werewolf is awesome. He already knew this from the slashes he got from the witch, but this is crazy.

He has trained with the pack, so he knows how to fight against bigger opponents, and Stiles is starting to think he could win this. He is stronger now, an Alpha. He only needs to knock this guy out so he can go back to his cell.

Stiles tries a move that Derek has taught him. He grabs the wrist of the outstretched fist, and he pulls it with a sharp movement towards him. The wolf loses it's momentum and almost falls against Stiles. He seems to be confused that this little skinny Alpha is fighting back.

Stiles takes pleasure in it and feels a thrill run through him from the other Alpha's confusion. He brings his head back before ramming it against the Alpha's nose. The Alpha rears back from shock, and Stiles sees that the nose is broken. He releases the wrist and pushes him away before going all in and kick the Alpha on the side of his knee. He uses all the force he can muster. The Alpha roars and falls down. His knee is broken from Stiles's kick.

Stiles feels a rush run through him, feeling already victorious. He kicks out again and connects with the side of the other man's face. The Alpha's head snaps back from the impact, and Stiles roars victoriously. Feeling a rush, he has never felt before.

The man falls to the side, he isn't out of it yet, and Stiles descends on him. Snarling and feeling like he needs to finish the wolf. He needs to let him see who is the more powerful Alpha. Needs to make this wolf submit to him.

He roars right in the Alpha's face until the Alpha tilts his head and shows his neck. Stiles bites down hard on the Boulder's neck.

His mind flashes back to years ago when Derek was just recently an Alpha, and he saved Stiles's life before Isaac could kill him. 'I'm the Alpha.' He simply said when Stiles asked what he did—the arrogant, beautiful cocky asshole.

After he stands and rumbles from satisfaction. The other Alpha starts to whine on the floor, ashamed that he lost to a younger and seemingly weaker Alpha. Stiles feels smug and is smirking, a dangerous glint in his eye. The crowd is roaring with excitement. And Stiles flashes his red eyes at the crowd. They're going wild!

Then his body is taken over again. He snarls again at the woman who is smirking at him. She smells of arousal, and Stiles wants to throw up again. Well, he is guessing it's from arousal because Scott tried to explain it a couple of times when Derek had taught them about scents.

The walk back to his cell is full of snarling from Stiles and laughing from the woman. Who only seems to be entertained by Stiles's anger. The woman opens the doors of his cell, and he lands unceremoniously on the floor.

Her painted red lips are formed into a wide smirk. She closes the door of the room before stepping into his cell.

''I think we are going to have a lot of fun.'' She says with a sultry voice. Her intent clear when she loosens her blouse.

Stiles goes rigid and growls at her. It's like Kate 2.0. and he definitely doesn't like that.

''Really? The moment I thought you couldn't be any more evil. Isn't using me as a test subject with your wolfsbane knives enough?'' Stiles spat. Still lying on the floor from the spell the witch has placed on him.

''It's cute that you think you have a choice.'' The witch sweetly says.

His wolf tries to push forwards for self-defense. But it's halted by the magic the woman is casting.

He keeps snarling at the witch from his place on the floor, but she only laughs before pinning him down on the floor by straddling his hips.

She put her hand in his hair and janks him up.

''You're such a cute puppy, all excited that you won your first fight. I saw that you were thrilled by it. I could feel the vibrations of your approving growl, and I just knew. You were going to belong to me tonight.'' She says breathlessly before claiming Stiles's mouth.

He really tries to struggle, but his body isn't responding anymore, and he feels terrified. When she pulls back, she bites on his bottom lip. It would probably have been hot if it wasn't against his fucking will. He is so glad that his dick isn't planning on getting up.

After his break up with Lydia, he hasn't been interested in other women, at least not yet. He knew that he was interested in women and men. But the only woman who had stolen his heart had been Lydia. They both agreed that they were better friends after a year of being together.

That's when his crush on Derek came fully into focus, but he knew that he couldn't win the wolf over. So he started dating left and right when he was in college. Well, dating is a big word for the one night stands he had. Girls and boys, he has had a lot of fun. Too bad that if he ever returns, he needs to do a year again at college before he can graduate. Fucking kidnappers.

The witch grinds down on his crotch, and he snarls again at her. His eyes are flashing red. She keeps grinding down, and her hands are traveling down to the button of his jeans. Stiles is internally panicking. He really doesn't want this woman to go any further, but his body is still not responding.

The door of the cell swings open and one of Stiles's captors walks in. A relief he didn't know he would ever feel by seeing one of his kidnappers flows through him.

''That's enough, Amber. Get off. They need you upstairs.'' He grunts.

The woman groans and sighs before leaning down to whisper in Stiles's ear.

''I will be back.''

Stiles feels an ice-cold shiver traveling down his spine. That bitch is crazy. He feels bile rising and just wants to go home. As soon as the door closes, Stiles turns into his wolf form. Whining and curling in himself.