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the lone wolf

Description - Harry is the Alpha and you're the Omega

A/N - this is my first au fic! be kind to her haha! let me know what you think about it in my inbox! i kinda love it so i hope you do too!

warnings : guns, violence

Fear. A common word to most, but the most used word by you.

The bite was supposedly a gift. Not your typical fluffy socks on Christmas day type of gift, but more of a supernatural strength that heightened all your talents.

One that could make you lift up a car without breaking a sweat. One that could mean you could sniff off the emotions from a nearby person. One that could let you howl to the moon. One that came with responsibility and unfortunately, for you, one that came with solidarity.

You weren't fortunate enough to be the Alpha, nor the Beta. You were an Omega. The lone wolf. No pack and no family.

Your parents had abandoned you at birth. You were left to live with your grandma, whom had told you that your parents left you because they couldn't handle having a child at that time in their lives. Your "wolfie abilities", shall we say, didn't kick in until you were 15. You were left to learn how to control your powers for yourself. It was a traumatic time in your life, and one that you tried your best to hide from your grandma. Having to explain to her how you'd survived a pole being stabbed through your chest was difficult, to say the least.

At the age of 17 your grandma passed.

For the past 4 years of your life you had been a lone wolf. Scavenging off any scraps of food you could find. Running away from unwelcoming hosts. Taking precaution not to step into sacred land. You'd travelled across country, from the Scottish Highlands down to Lands End. You were tired of travelling and just wanted somewhere to call home now.

It was coming up to your 21st birthday now and you had entered new territory. You were somewhere down South, near Bristol, and you had yet to figure out what was sacred land and what was not.

This morning you'd awoken in the woods, that you'd found yourself in last night, freezing cold. You were hungry, after not being able to find food for the past few days. You were tired, after an uncomfortable nights sleep. You were alone.

You didn't have a set destination that you were heading to. You travelled wherever your feet took you. Your grandma had left you money, but you were always too scared to use it incase you ran out. As a result, you stuck to travelling solely by foot - which anyone could tell by your beaten vans - and eating food scraps out of bins or drinking water from small springs.

You tried to stay clear of any human, or wolf, contact where possible. You'd never been caught by werewolf hunters, and you'd never come across them, but you'd heard terrible stories about them. The things they do were unspeakable. Especially to Omegas. That's why you stayed clear of everyone. You didn't know who you could trust, and who might just be carrying a gun in their back pocket to shoot you.

Sudden, rushed, footprints perked up your ears. You estimated they were about 200 metres away or so, but there was barely anywhere to go within these woods. Nowhere to hide and be safe. It didn't help that you were very deep into the woods and couldn't see a clear exit.

Fear.

"Keep going! Don't look back!" You heard a voice shout from less than 100 metres away now. You could also hear the sound of car engines getting louder too.

Reminding yourself to get out of the situation and then panic was the first thing you told yourself. You looked around for any place to hide. A, thick, fallen tree was laying to your right. It was perfect. You rushed over there, using your impressive speed abilities, not forgetting to take your backpack with you, and crouched behind it. If it wasn't for the terrifying situation you'd gotten yourself into you might've stopped to take in the beauty of soft mosses, and lilac flowers, growing out of the decaying tree trunk.

"Sara, this way!" A male voice can be heard blowing through to the wind and reaching your ears.

"No Harry, they can cut us off that way! The East side is better so we can hide in the trees." Possibly 20 metres away now.

"Ugh. Okay!" You think the same male voice shouts again.

The sounds of 6 beating hearts can be made out really easily now. It was like an eruption of banging drums to your ears. After not hearing anything but your own breathe and voice for a few weeks, it sent your brain into a wave of shocks. The sounds of the car engines got louder too and then stopped.

Out of nowhere 5 individuals jumped over the tree trunk your were hiding behind, so gracefully - not one having a shitty landing - and ran over to the trees to the East. You could smell the wet-dog stench radiating off of them all now. They were a pack of wolves. A proper pack, with Betas and and an Alpha. You'd come across a few packs in your time but none were kind enough to let you in and some were too scary for you to want to join.

It quickly made you think about what, or whom, they were running away from. If it were hunters you didn't stand a chance. Maybe you should follow through with their plan and hide up in the trees?

You collected your bag, once again, tightening the straps, and made plans to move. Until a hand cupped over your mouth and another held tightly around your waist so you couldn't move. If it weren't for the fact you had an impeccable sense of smell, then you'd admit that you were about to die. However, since you did and you smelt wet-dog, you knew you were semi-okay.

"Don't move." A husky, rugged, voice whispers in your ear.

Your breathing become really heavy, since you'd not had this close of contact with another person since your grandma. Your ears picked up the sound of approaching feet, and a few sounds a clicking guns too. They were giving off your standard human smell. Hunters.

You didn't want to die like this.

You didn't like being man handled by this unfamiliar wolf. If there was one thing your grandma taught you, it was to stay clear of strange men. You wriggled out of his grasp and tried to escape his rough hold.

"Stop." He whisper shouted in your ear, sending chills down your spine. He had a beautiful voice. It was so calm and angelic, compared to the life he most likely lived.

"Stay away." You whisper shouted back, finally freeing yourself. You made a run for it, straight through the clear line of trees.

"There's one!" One of the, suspected, hunters shouted and within seconds the woods turned into a shooting range. Bullets were flying everywhere, and you'd taught yourself to run in a zig-zag formation. It was easier for a bullet to hit you if you were running in a straight line.

You didn't look back and kept running further in to the woods. You heard the sounds of engines starting up again and running feet. Your backpack was heavy, and was slowing you down to what your usual pace was.

Forwards was the only way you knew how to do things, so that's what you did. Sprinting straight-forwards with no acknowledgement of what's going on behind you. You didn't need to dwell on what you'd left behind, only on looking forwards and reaching for something new. You couldn't shake that boys voice, though. It was as if someone had permanently pinned it at the front of your mind and his voice was going to be on replay until the next time.

You were so caught up in running forwards that you didn't notice someone running to you from your side. It was only when you made a quick look to your right and saw them jump at you, at the last minute, did it click. They engulfed your body in their arms, the smell ensuring you they weren't a hunter. You landed on the floor with a thump, their whole body hovering over you. They had your arms pinned down, and your legs trapped between theirs so you couldn't move even slightly.

"Stay down this time." The voice pulled you from your struggling. It was the same voice as before. It sounded more desperate and urgent this time though.

Looking up you were caught off guard. The man in front of you was the definition of a God. He wasn't a werewolf, he was a God. If not, the God. His forest green eyes matched the scenes around you. His chizzled jawline was surely crafted by a stone-mason themselves. He was pure perfection. The golden glow his skin gave off was luring and the smell of a fresh perfume was so intoxicating. His lips were a whole different ball game. Just wow.

You noticed how your breathings were both laboured, but both in sync. You looked in to his eyes, as he looked in to yours, as if you were having a conversation through them. It was when you felt a tingle at the back of your neck that you became aware that you might actually come to have a conversation, not through your eyes, but rather your minds. You'd heard of werewolves being able to telepathically communicate, but it was rare and there had to be a strong connection between the two parties.

The tingle at the top of your spine lasted all of two seconds before you noticed how his eyes were now glowing a deep red. They were mesmerising. Not as beautiful as their natural colour, but still beautiful.

He was an Alpha. The Alpha of his pack.

His red eyes burned in to yours and forced you to change the colour of your eyes too. Yours shone a golden colour though. The Alpha smirked, before looking hard in to your eyes.

"Can you hear me?" His voice echoed loud throughout your head, without him having to open his mouth.

You nodded your head, too paralysed by his shear beauty and power to concentrate on answering back.

He smiled back before returning to his natural eye colour, as do yours.

"Stay here." He whispered, but looked at you sternly to make sure you'd obey this time. There was no point in running. The hunters would be closer this time and you now knew that the beautiful man could outrun you.

He peeled himself off of you and slowly crouched upwards, peering his head around to locate any rogue hunters. You couldn't hear any heartbeats or footsteps, but then again you were still in shock about the enchanting man in front of you to use your heightened senses.

In a split second footsteps could be heard running in your direction. The Alpha quickly came back to your side, almost crouching in a protective manner around you.

Feet suddenly appeared at your side, making you jump out of your skin. They thundered down on to the floor.

"Jesus Adam, you idiot!" Green-eyes shouted, signalling that he knew the guy. "Where the hell did you even come from?"

"The trees." Adam replied casually, chewing loudly on the gum he was carrying.

"Of course you did."

"And who do we have here, Harry?" Adam asked, but you were more focused on how fitting Harrys' name was to him. Beautiful name for a beautiful man.

"I'm not sure yet." Harry answered, standing up and dusting off his dirty jeans.

"Got a name, darling?" Adam asked.

You looked up at him and then back down to the floor. You go to stand up but Harry offers his hand out, for you, before you push yourself up.

The second his skin touched yours sent electric sparks all off through your body. Harry must've noticed it too, because as soon as he'd pulled you up he quickly let go of your hand. The absence of his hand didn't stop the tingles from disappearing though.

"Where are the others? And the hunters?" Harry asked, clearing his throat and focusing back on Adam.

"Sara ran the hunters East, off your trail. Cole went with her. As for Rachel and Freddie, I don't--"

"Right here." Two more figures enter the scene. They looked like twins - younger than you.

"You two alright?" Harry asked kindly, looking over them to check for any injuries - unlike he had done for Adam.

"Yeah. We just waited out in the trees like you told us to do." Rachel spoke up.

The four of them start to engage in a conversation that you didn't feel right was to pry in on. You adjusted the straps on your backpack accordingly and took one last glance at the group. They seemed so lovely, but you didn't want to set yourself up for disappointment when they tell you that they don't want you in their pack. It was your time to go. God knows where though.

Running away was something you'd been doing your whole life.

You found out that you didn't even need to run away, you were able to just casually walk away from them all. Whether that was because they were too in focus of their conversation, or whether they simply didn't care, you left easily.

His green eyes were all you could think about.

Even though you'd barely spoken two words to Harry, you'd felt a connection with him and it only made you want to stay and find out more. You'd miss him, that's for certain. It was worse knowing he wouldn't miss you. He was an Alpha. He could choose anyone he wanted and girls would swoon. He might not even be into girls, you thought to yourself. He so many to choose from, and you'd be foolish to think he'd pick you. The lone wolf. The Omega. A cast out and an orphan.

All you've ever wanted is just for some stability. For someone to stay. You didn't get to have things like that, though. If you were a Christmas dinner you'd be the Brussel sprouts. Harry would be the gravy - because who doesn't love gravy.

The later it became in the day the more you realised how lost you were. You were hoping to meet a main road, or even a dirt path, before nightfall but that didn't seem to be the case. Luckily, for you, your impeccable vision let you see in the dusky, dark, forest. You could make out all the shapes of low-hanging branches before they could attack you around the face.

The moon wasn't at it's fullest and for that you were thankful. Spending nights alone on a full moon were torturous. You had never been taught how to fully control it and you never could calm yourself down. It always ended up with you claws ripping through your palms and major panic attacks. Thankfully you'd never hurt anyone else - not that you'd been near anyone to hurt anyways.

Your ears immediately perked up to the sound of approaching footsteps. There were lots of them too. You might've thought it was Harry and his pack if it weren't for there being 12 pairs of feet, instead of 6, and what was worse; there was no wet-dog smell. Hunters.

Looking all around you frantically, spinning in circles, you tried to pinpoint where they were. You could hear them everywhere and it was messing with your senses. You couldn't focus and there wasn't a clear image of where they were.

Fear.

Before you could even register it, even with supernatural gifts, 12 armed hunters stepped out from the shadows. They all held their guns high and they were all aimed at you.

"Get on you fucking knees!" One of them shouted at you.

You were too in shock you were paralysed to your standing spot. You looked around you intensely, seeing how you could get out of this mess.

"Right now!" The same person shouted back at you. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman because it was so dark and they were wearing masks.

You were sharply nudged by a gun on your back and someone kicked your leg from underneath you. You crashed down onto the floor with a big thump, your head hitting the hard ground.

"Take her bag." Someone ordered.

"NO!" You protested, struggling to keep them from restraining you. Everything you owned was in that bag. Your life and your home was in that bag. It was like your shell, if you were a hermit crab. It may not be much to some people, but to you it was. It carried old photos of your grandma and you. It contained maps of the country. Books to read in your spare time. Scraps of food and water. Most importantly your diary - the one your grandma had started writing in and had told you to keep on writing in it for her. It was all you had left of her, excluding the photos, and you weren't going to be separated from it easily.

"Keep her down you idiots." You struggled more and more, until they managed to rip your backpack off of your back. Tears silently fell down your face. You shut your eyes tight and tried not to think of all the ways they were about to torture you.

Tasering? Electric shocking? Stabbing? Shooting?

You struggled no more and accepted that this was only going to end badly. Until you remembered how you'd managed to communicate with Harry through your minds. If you could just concentrate and focus in on his mind, then maybe you could send out a call for help. You shut your eyes and tried to remember the feeling from last time.

"Harry? If you can hear me I really need your help, Harry, please. I think i'm going to die. Please. Help." You talked to him, hopefully, through your mind, keeping your eyes closed for a reply. There was no tingling on the back of your neck though, or voice calling back to you.

You were alone. The Omega.

"Get her on her feet. We're going back to base." Someone commanded. You'd only just come to notice that your hands had been bound together by a rope, behind your back, preventing you from moving at all. All you could do was continue to cry. You were too weak to do anything to help yourself.

Rough hands grab at your biceps and lift you up off the floor. You felt so empty that you didn't co-operate in moving your feet. You caught sight of your backpack on the floor, all its remains tipped out beside it.

"Make sure that shit gets burnt." The person in front of you instructed, motioning towards your backpack, before encouraging for the people carrying you to follow them.

"No! Please!" You cry in protest, but only get painful fingers digging into your arms, more, as a response.

You walked for around five minutes, crying to yourself the whole time, thinking of how everything that you once had was now dead or burnt. Your legs hurt from being dragged along the floor, probably dripping with your own blood from all the bushes and rocks that had scratched you, but the people holding you were moving too fast for you to stand up.

The sky was a beautiful black canvas, with thousands of glimmering white stars dancing around on it. You looked up to them and thought about how small, irrelevant and insignificant you were in comparison to everything else.

As your eyes wandered around the path you were currently following, everyone abruptly stopped - causing you to be pushed down onto the floor. The hunters re-arranged their guns around their necks and held them up, pointing in front of them.

"Well if it isn't Harry Styles." Someone up front taunts.

Harry Styles? Harry? As in green-eyed Alpha Harry?

"You've got twenty seconds to let her go Carl." It was Harry. You'd recognise that voice anywhere. It sent ripples of warmth throughout your body, making all the pain seem distant.

"And why would I do that?" Carl asked.

"15." Harry answered back. If it were you in this situation you would've bowed down to him already, because man was he intimidating.

"Your silly threats don't scare me Styles. From where i'm standing I have the upper advantage." You can practically feel the smug smirk on Carls face.

"5.”

"Stupid boy." Carl chuckled.

"0." Harry said, louder this time. It made sense why, though, when all of a sudden the rest of his pack jump out from the bushes and pounced on every hunter, until they were all disarmed. You felt arms on the back of your hands and you were quick to swat them away.

"Woah, hey. It's alright. I'm gonna cut your ropes free." The man you recognise as Adam knelt behind you, using a sharp blade to cut you free.

Once you had your hands back, you rubbed your wrists to ease some of the pain - knowing it will soon disappear. The scratches on your legs were starting to fade already, just leaving behind painful memories of being dragged along the floor. You stood up to notice Harry was staring down, presumably Carl, with his glowing red eyes. The other members of his pack had their claws out and ready to attack.

Your backpack, you thought. Whilst Harry and his pack fend off these imbeciles, you can run back to get it.

You made a quick dash for it, heading straight back in the direction you'd just come from. Jumping over rogue branches and splashing into little puddles. You looked behind you to make sure there wasn't a hunter on your trail, and thankfully there wasn't. You'd definitely have to thank Harry for everything - if you ever saw him again.

Approaching the area where your bag had been you slowed down. You looked hesitantly around the area, tugging at the roots of your hair in frustration.

"No, no, no." You whispered to yourself. Everything was gone. There was no sign of anything. They must have really burnt your shit. To the point where it was finer than ash. You rested your palm over your mouth to stifle a sob.

"I get the feeling you don't want to be around me." You swiftly turn around to be met with Harrys charming face. You'd be lying if he didn't send a wave of comfort over you, but also everything was falling apart around you. You mustered up a small smile and shook your head, before returning to look around at the floor space around you. "You don't speak much either." He stated the obvious, making you secretively roll your eyes at him.

"It's been a while, that's all." You answered, not wanting to sound rude.

"Ah. So you're an Omega?" Harry asked, but you had the feeling he already knew the answer to that. You continued to look around the area, Harry following your every move. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"It doesn't matter." You shook your head at him, finding it frustrating how he was asking son many questions. If you wanted to be interrogated you'd get yourself arrested.

"Tell me your name." Harry demanded, and you could feel him really close behind you.

"Why?" You questioned, coming to a stop to huff in anger. Those bastard hunters had really taken and burnt everything. You had nothing.

"Because i'll give you this in exchange." You turned around and eyes went wide. Harry knew how to play someone, that's for sure. This whole time he's been acting unbeknown to what you were doing, but secretly he's been pretending all along.

The Alpha has not only saved your ass but also your backpack's too. How he had it you had no idea, but you would be forever in his debt because of it.

You subconsciously rushed forward to grab the bag, but Harry held out his hand to prevent you.

"Ah, ah. Name." Harry stated seriously, wanting your response.

"How do you know you I won't lie to you?" You smirked, thinking you'd outsmarted him.

"Darling, i'm an Alpha. I can tell when someone's lying to me." His voice became deeper and he stepped closer to you, making you weak at the knees. The smell of his cologne sending serotonin in waves through your body.

You gulped lightly before nodding. "Y-Y/N. My name's Y/N."

"Well Y/N," he handed you your backpack back, which you snatched off him eagerly, "welcome to the Pack."

Before you could answer, or even register what had just happened Harry was already walking off. Did he just say what you think he just said? Did someone just offer you a place in a pack? A decent one at best?

You couldn't help but feel a warmth inside. Something you hadn't felt in a very long time.

"You coming or what?" Harry shouted, looking over his shoulder at you from where you were still stood in the same spot. Your swung your bag over your back and tightened the straps.

You placed one foot in front of the other and jogged to catch up with Harry. You were so lost in your own thoughts, over honestly everything, that you didn't catch sight of Harry staring down at you with a charming smirk.

Maybe you wouldn't have to live in fear, forever, anymore.