My second attempt at a Teen Wolf story. Don't worry, I'm going to finish Derek Hale: My Sexy Knight and also the alternate chapter for it. Promise. I hope you like this story because I really like writing it. So please please review.

Song: In general, all of the She Wants Revenge music on my Mp3.

"Hey, how's the man hunt going?" My best friend Kasey asked over the phone. Her tone was light and playful.

"Oh Gahh! You have no fricken clue. The past three towns have been dead and if not dead, they only had old, lonely, fat werewolves with bad breath and nasty jokes!" I complained.

"Autumn, you just have to keep looking. I'm sure there are other werewolves. Ones who are single, hot, and alpha worthy. You just keep looking and I'll hold the fort down here." Kasey urged. She really was the best friend a girl could ever ask for.

"Yea, ok. I'll keep searching." I said tiredly. I was getting really tired of driving and even more tired of searching for the perfect mate.

"Hang in there. And hey, when you do find him, see if he has a brother. You're not the only one who needs a mate." She joked.

"Good bye Kasey. Oh and I'm stopping in a town called Beacon Hills. It's in California. So you know? If you I get mutilated for trespassing on 'unknown' territory." I added. She sighed into the phone before adding an 'Ok' and hung up. I drove around the town passing Beacon Hills High School and Beacon Hills Hospital along with several motels. Most of them vacant. I didn't really want to be on the inside of the community rather further towards the country where I had plenty of room to run. I passed through a suburb, passing a light blue house, with a matching blue jeep and a police cruiser resting in front of it. Don't ask why I zoned in on that one. There was just something about it that felt familiar.

I rolled the window down in my yellow charger and stuck my hand out making the wave motion. The bitter winter air causing goose bumps to tingle across my skin. I leaned my head back against the head rest and pushed harder on the wheel. My skin felt tight and my senses were painfully alert. The smell of wood smoke graced the air from all around. I breathed deeply, enjoying the relaxing scent. I reached over and clicked on the radio. My favorite 'The Naked and Famous' song coming on and filling the silence. I sung along (and very out of tune)…

We lye beneath the stars at night,

Our hands gripping each other tight,

You keep my secrets hope to die,

Promise to swear up to the sky.

I tapped my free foot to the beat and kept searching for a place to stay. Finally running out of options I settled for Beacon Hills Cozy Hotel. Woods lined the back so it would be easy access. I parked outside next the front entrance and stepped out, taking another deep breath and stretching my cramped body. The cool air sweeping under my white button down coat. Pulling it closer I grabbed my purse and started my walk towards the hotel's entrance only to stop when I caught a weird scent. It was musky mixed with a slight woodsy and aftershave. I recognized the aftershave as Smokey Mountain. I had smelled it often within my own pack. The males couldn't seem to get enough of it, and the females loved it. Myself included. I had always said I would chase a man through the woods if he wore it, only problem was, I couldn't bring myself to chase any of my own male wolf members. They were too much like family.

Passing if off as my mind running ramp it from the whole 'You have to find a mate or loose your place as alpha female' thing I started in. The hotel manager was a pretty handsome guy too. Tall, dark skin, light brown hair with an athletic build. His name tag read 'Dylan'.

"Hello. And how are you tonight?" He asked chipper. I couldn't tell weather it was fake or not.

I smiled back before answering, "Not to bad. Room for one?" I asked.

"Sure thing. Queen or king?" He asked back, smile still on his face. I thought for a moment before deciding on a little luxury. I'd spent the past few nights sleeping in my car or barely sleeping at all.

"I think I'll take one of your suits. Do they have a nice bathtub I can soak in?" I wondered inquizically, rolling my shoulders and neck for good measure.

"Well, yes. Of course. Is that what you are wanting?"

"I think so. And can you add room service?" he nodded, "Then that'll be great." He took down my name and handed me a menu before giving me the grand total.

"It's $233 for two nights."

"That'll be fine. I'll book for four." His smile widened before handing me my room key and offering for someone to take my stuff. I handed him the car key and handed for the elevator.

I made my way to the fourth floor and wound down the hall way before coming to my room. Opening the door my jaw dropped. It was huge! Soft lights filtered through the air creating a sensuous feeling. The bed, King, was dressed with a white down cover, silky sheets revealed where the covers where turned down. Huge feather pillows (and lots of them) sat at the top of the bed. The walls where painted a deep chocolate color and various black and white photos lined the walls. White sheers clung to the also, huge French window. This was defiantly worth the money.

"Here are your bags Miss. Have you looked at the menu?" The bell boy asked. He was young, skinny, with glasses and freckles.

"Oh, uhh…" in matter of fact, I had. I glanced at it in the elevator. "I'll have the roasted chicken, mash potatoes, corn. And I'll also have a filet minion. Medium rare. And a bottle of wine. It don't matter which. Surprise me." He had written it all down with wide eyes before nodding and leaving. Taking my bags in I dropped them at the end of the bed and plopped back, relaxing into the softness and closing my eyes. I couldn't believe the amount of crap I was in.

Ok, so I better explain. I'm the head alpha (only alpha) of my pack consisting of eight werewolves and three humans. Kasey was the only other female wolf besides me and also my second in command. I come from a very wealthy werewolf family, ok; let's just say I'm the heir of a very wealthy werewolf family. I don't really own any of it. Though they've tried to push it on me enough. My family is owner of a cosmetics company. 'Midnight Cosmetics'. Stupid name for a make-up company right? More on that in a minute. Either way, I'm the miss fit of the family. I've never wanted anything to do with the company, or my family's huge pack. I'm talking like 300 wolves, all who work at the factory. I've always preferred my little pack of misfit wolves in the countryside of Montana. 'Midnight Cosmetics' resigning in New York. There was just too much pollution, too much noise, and too much crime in the city. You see, you have two kinds of wolves. Those who dwell in the city, their big, street wise, and like to throw their weight around. And is often the cause of many territorial wars. Then you have the country wolves, like me, who are big, healthier, and mild manner. We don't like fighting and there are never territory wars, because we never step on the others toes. We're quite and enjoy the freedom. City wolves often times try pushing their way into country wolf lands. Forcing them out so that the city wolves have enough room to run. I'm getting off track aren't I?

So like I was saying. My family is old and wealthy. They don't agree with my choice to stay out family pack business. But like the power hungry ass holes they are, they hold certain rule over me. I've always chosen the single life, never had the want or need to mate. Oh sure I've had my fair share of lovers, I'm a werewolf with raging hormones that need filled. Either way, they've threatened me with power over my own pack. Either I find a mate or I loose my alpha status, which in return, I loose my pack. They take my pack, force them into omegas at the factory, and I'm forced back into their power hungry world. But really I have no one to blame but myself. When I was 16 and left their pack, they forced me to make a deal, or be permanently locked in their world. Deal was I had till my 25th birthday to find a mate, breed, and create the next heir to inherit 'Midnight Cosmetics'. This was their way of controlling me. Bastards! I accepted, desperate to get out of their world, and went my own way. And I've gotta say, I'm doing pretty damn well. I own my own company now called 'Dreams Come True' and 134 acres of wooded land and fields. Sure I had the help of some pack money to back me up, but I wanted to create a sanctuary for lone, misfit wolves looking for a new beginning.

Many of them had come from broken families. Families that had been torn apart by hunters, illness, or other unfortunate events. I smelled the food before it ever arrived. I was at the door and had it open before the food cart ever made it. I threw him the money I owed and drug the cart in, closing the door on his face. I was starving. Making quick work of my roasted chicken and mash potatoes. I slowed down to actually taste my steak, the hint of blood moistened my tongue making the steak slide down easier. After eating I stacked my plates and headed to the bathroom. I engorged by the beauty. A huge bathtub with jets sat to my right, a glass shower with stone sat to the left. The walls where painted a light gold and white and yellow flowers sat in a clear vase on the stone sink. The lights had a dimmer which I set to low before running my bath water. Plugging my iPod into their docking station that was mounted in the bathroom I clicked it too my She Wants Revenge playlist that also had a few other easy listening Alternative music on it. I know it's not exactly your typical bath time music but ah, it relaxed me. 'These Things' started playing and I stripped my cloths and watched as they hit the floor. Looking in the mirror I pushed my middle back length hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. My eyes where a bright hazel with tiny green streaks and outlined with black eyeliner and mascara. I slid my hands over my shoulders working out the kinks, down over my C-cup breasts, and flat tummy. I wasn't skinny, but I wasn't fat. I had an hour glass figure with wide hips and a nice butt. My legs where long, and I reached 5'9". I was tan and could be mistaken as Native American or Mexican thanks to my dark black hair. But I was neither. I only tanned so I wouldn't look Goth.

I left my reflection, stepping into the warm water. I flipped on the jets and relaxed as they hit my back, working the kinks out, while rolling my head back listening to the music. The warm water felt so good and with all this mating drama crap I was beyond tense, sexually. But there where ways to cure that. I slid my left hand over my nipple, pinching lightly, while the other traced down my tummy, and to my V. My finger grazing my clit while the other massaged my aching breasts. Propping one leg up on top of the bath I begun to work my finger circles putting more pressure on my clit with each stroke. My mind conjured up the image of a hot werewolf ravaging me on the king size bed. My hand slipping down to tug at his black hair while his mouth worked wonders. My legs thrown over his broad shoulders. I rubbed quicker as the fantasy played out in my head. Tugging at his hair, pulling him to my lips. I couldn't see his face, only his glowing ice blue eyes. Light flowed over his ripped torso, revealing a six pack, and down to his pants covered crotch. His erection pressing hard against his to tight jeans. His lips covered mine in a heat passion filled kiss, his hand sliding down working my clit. I was on the brink, my orgasm started building. I was so damn close to ecstasy when I caught that odd scent.

My eyes popped open and I spun around in the tub. I peeked out around the corner of the door frame, bottom half still in the tub. "Who the hell?" I called out. I listened but got no answer. Ahh Fuck! I gave up on the idea of getting any relief before dunking my head under the water, washing, and rinsing off quick. Draining the bath and turning off the music I grabbed a towel and begun to dry off. Once I was satisfied I threw the towel on the floor and went over to the huge bed. I didn't bother with cloths and crawled under the covers. The scent of what ever sill lingering in the air. I'd investigate tomorrow. Turning off the light I rolled over and thought about my fantasy man. I could always muster up a face with the men I fantisied about but this was different. I wanted to know who he was.

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