My One Exception - Book 1

My One Exception - Formality

"Come out to the lacrosse field. Now." he said and hung up.

"Hey, Coach! I'm gonna step outside for a few minutes!"

Coach nodded, "Yeah, sounds good! Greenberg, what the hell are you doing?! Put that down!"

Charlotte casually left the gym but bolted towards the field as soon as she was out of sight. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He had that tone in his voice.

Arriving on the field, her fears were confirmed. There was Lydia, sprawled out on the ground, covered in her own blood. Peter was hovering over her, not allowing Stiles to get any closer. Charlotte felt sick. Lydia had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.

Peter looked up at Charlotte, blood still trickling down his chin. "Kate has Derek" he told her. She didn't respond, she was too busy staring at Lydia. "Charlotte, did you hear what I just said?" Peter asked, clearly annoyed.

"Did you kill her?" she asked him, horrified.

"No, I bit her" he answered emotionlessly. Peter tipped his head, like he was listening to something. "Your heartbeat...you're afraid. Of me" he said, getting up. He took a step towards her but she took one back. Surprise flashed in his eyes but was quickly replaced with anger.

"Running from me won't change a thing, little hunter. You knew who I was all along and you still made a deal with me." he growled out, closing the distance between them. He grabbed the side of her neck and pulled her up against him. "You're going to help me get what I want in exchange for your freedom. Do this, and you can have anything you want. Fight me, and well...I'll be forced to kill everyone. Including Allie." he whispered threateningly in her ear. Holding on to her wrist, Peter turned to Stiles "Tell Jackson to come get her. We're leaving." he said firmly, referring to Lydia.

This is all my fault, I made a deal with the devil, Charlotte thought.

Being drug to the car was super fun. "Don't even think about trying anything." Peter warned her as she was getting in the back of Stiles' jeep. "Give me your phone" he demanded as he held out his hand to her. She just stared back, challenging him. "Sweetheart...don't make me take it from you, because I will." he told her.

She decided she didn't need him launching over the seat at her, so she handed it over. She saw that he slid it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. At least she knew where to grab it from later.

The drive to the hospital was quiet so. Neither Stiles nor Charlotte knew what to say. Peter looked like he was getting bored. He sighed, "Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." he said to Stiles.

"Yeah, and then once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." he countered back.

"Well, actually considering that she's a woman, twice a month." Peter informed Stiles, who looked scared to death.

Charlotte just scoffed, trying to hold back some angry tears.

"Charlotte, don't cry." Peter told her.

"Why, because you'll feel bad? You'd have to have feelings first." she fired back.

Peter turned around and rested his arm on the back of the seat. "Now that was just uncalled for."

Charlotte stared right into his eyes. "Half the stuff you've done is uncalled for." She didn't care anymore. She was so angry at him, consequences be damned.

Peter exhaled slowly like he was trying to keep himself in check. "Charlotte, do you know what would happen if I bit you and you survived? You would be a marvel. You would be the perfect beta. With our connection, you would do anything and everything I asked just to make me happy. Look at what I almost got Scott to do and we have no existing feelings. I could turn you in to my little killer if I wanted to. Don't push me Charlotte." he finished, turning back to the front. "Sorry you have to hear this, relationship issues." Peter said to Stiles.

"Yeah, me too." Stiles ground out.

They arrived at the parking garage and Peter drug both Charlotte and Stiles over to his car, well what Charlotte thought was his car. He pulled out the keys and unlocked the trunk.

"Who's car is this?" Stiles asked.

"It belonged to my nurse" Peter answered, opening the trunk.

"What happened to your- OH MY GOD!"

Inside the trunk, was Jennifer's dead body. Nothing Peter did shocked her anymore. He grabbed a briefcase and shoved it into Stiles' hands. He then paused for a moment and looked down at her body. "I got better." he replied, slamming the trunk shut.

God help us all.