Scott waited patiently in the woods for Derek. His alpha had told him to be there at 10:00a, and, like a good beta, he was there early. It was strange. Ever since being Turned, and becoming an unwilling member of a werewolf pack, Scott's life had been a constant nightmare. However, the last week had been bliss, and it was all because of Derek.
Derek's uncle Peter was a real menace to the town as the alpha. In fact, pretty much the entire fall season was a constant effort to kill him. And the Argnet family hunting them...but at was in the past. Just last week, Derek had killed Peter, gaining the alpha status, and proving their good will to the Argents. For the first time in months, no one was trying to kill Scott.
And then there was Derek. His alpha.
When Peter was trying to make Scott submit, it felt just...[i]Wrong[i] the mind he felt was twisted and ugly. It was the furry biting thing on four legs, at most werewolves kept in check. But Derek was far more fun! He wasn't a beast. Derek was a man, using the strength of a wolf, both mental and physical. The first time Scott spent time with Derek afterwards, he had wanted to bare his throat and belly, and submit fully.
Well, at least he kept from baring his belly.
The thing was, Derek made a good alpha. Strong without being cruel. Commanding without making a slave. He could have anything from Scott he wanted, and gotten it with a smile and a nod. But he let Scott have free will.
Now I know what you're thinking. Where's the bondage? Well it starts in this forest clearing, with Scott waiting for his alpha. His world.