Title: Righteous Were: Kids to cubs
Pairing: Jared/Jensen, mentions of Jared/Genevieve
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 – AU,extreme underage(Jensen is twelve), non-con, sentient bestiality (were on human), non-con turning, knotting, murder of children, death of a major character (though not one of the leads), mentions of m-preg
Summary: When a man created plague wipes out most Omegas on the planet, desperate Weres kidnap human children to turn them into their new Omegas. Turning humans though is not nearly as easy as legends would have you believe.
Jared was going to kill them all. Painfully, brutally, and when his father asked him why, he’d just say, “because he had to”. He knew that Chad and Sandy were just dealing with the issue in their own way. Sandy was grieving because her intended mate had died, and Chad was being a pain in the ass because he didn’t like any of this and would rather be anywhere but around the kid currently trembling in his sleep. But that didn’t mean they had to work out their issues on his mate.
Jensen, his name was Jensen, or so the news called him whenever they talked about the children they’d taken. He’d listened to the latest report a few hours ago. The news was repeating an interview with Jensen’s parents, begging for their boys to be returned to them. Jared had almost turned the TV off at that, guilt filling his mind at the thought of dead eyes, of the pyre they’d used to give the two children a traditional Lycan funeral. Jared had wished they could have allowed Jensen to be there for it, but they hadn’t had the time to wait until the boy woke up. Not with the human cops so close on their tails.
They'd barely made it out of the compound before the cops showed up as it was.
There were some interviews afterwards with the kids they had returned, they seemed scared, traumatized even as they fell in their parents arms. Seeing the fear in their eyes, the way they trembled whenever anyone got too close, it made Jared tremble at the thought that those had been the lucky ones, and they'd still damaged them far beyond anything they'd ever planned on.
And then they’d shown images of the seven, they all looked so young, so innocent, so alive. His heart broke thinking about their parents. How Jensen's mother and father didn't even know yet that their eldest was gone forever. Someone should call them, give them a chance to grieve. But then the cops would probably find the pyres all too soon, and once they did, they could give the bad news.
Jared felt like a coward for not doing so himself. But then calling them up, telling them what had happened, what was still happening to Jensen and the other five, would be yet another cruelty to add to the long list of evil they'd fallen into.
They kept repeating the pictures of the five new Omegas, asking people to be on the look out for them and any adults seen near them. By now the entire country would be on the look out for them, even if they did travel back roads and stuck to the woods. It's why they'd separated the group, one kid per camper, and five more campers to pull attention away from the ones with the kids in them. All in the hope of getting as many of them as possible to the safety of the Pack territories. Even if most of the Pack disagreed with what they'd done, they wouldn't turn them away. Not now that they were acting on council's permission.
Jared knew that two more were heading to his own pack, pulling up their number of Omega to 75. It wasn't nearly enough to lift up the Pack's numbers. But once the Pack saw the new Omegas, they'd get the proof that the ritual worked. And then they might get the pack to lift the ban on betas breeding. Once they did that, betas like Gen, could give birth to children that could be turned to increase the number of the Pack's Omegas. Gen and him might finally get a child of their own. Children that would grow up alongside the ones he'd have with Jensen.
Gen hadn't even looked at him when he told her that, when he tried to explain. She hated the very idea of the plan, wanted nothing to do with any of it. The only reason, she told him, why she wasn't leaving him, was because the boy would need her when he arrived. He could only pray to the gods that she'd one day forgive him.
Jensen’s scent markers were changing, becoming more and more appealing, smelling like mate, instead of like human. Jared had felt it too, when the boy’s body started responding as much to his presence as his had to Jensen’s. Even if the boy’s mind still refused to accept it.
Jared gently caressed his mate’s face, his fingers moving underneath the boy’s shirt, pushing it up and displaying a hint of freckles.
He felt Jensen coming to before the boy even opened his eyes, his breathing grew harsher and his entire body tensed up even as his nipples hardened at Jared's touch. Jared knew that he should leave the boy alone, he knew that the kind thing to do was to leave the boy in peace. The problem was that in the long term, that kindness would come to cost them both in a way he wasn’t sure they’d ever be able to overcome.
“We’ll be home soon, little one. My beta is already working on setting up a place for you in our den. We can get you any books or games you might want. You’ll love it there“
Jensen curled up, but Jared continued his caresses. “Her name is Gen, and the three of us will be happy. She’ll help you with the pups, and make it so you can even go to school with the other pups your age.”
It was a fight he’d had to have with the alpha and the council. They didn’t see why Omegas needed that much schooling. But if they were going to push the children into becoming what they wanted them to be, then they should have the right to have full lives beyond being the breeders for the next generation of Lycans.
Gen had insisted on it, even before he'd thought of it himself, not a hint of jealousy in her heart at the thought of a third joining their family. He remembered his family before Papa had died. The traditional unit. An alpha who provides, an omega to bring in the next generation and a beta to carry them both.
His family had been old fashioned in the old days. Mom had never treated him, Jeff or Megan as anything but her own blood, there had never been a hint of conflict between her and Papa. They were allies against Dad most of the time. Jared had seen other families around them grow more and more human with every passing day. But he'd ignored it all too easily. His parents had never even considered the idea that Jared might live a life in anything other than the sacred three. No matter how primitive the others might think it was.
Only now, the old ways had to come back. After all, you couldn’t just place any alpha with an omega, if the genetic match wasn’t just right, then the turning wouldn’t work, and all you got out of it was a dead human kid. So even mated alphas had to be available as potential partners for the omegas to be. It had surprised Gen, who had grown up in a modern family with just her father and his beta. She'd never even known the Omega who'd birthed her.
It was one of many things Jared had argued with his father about, since the last thing he wanted to do was make Gen think she wasn’t enough for him. When he called her and told her that he’d matched with one of the children, she’d gone silent for a moment, he could almost feel her pain through the mechanical distance when she finally spoke and asked if he knew about anything their omega might need, anything that would make things easier for the boy. He loved her for that, for always putting others first, for understanding.
“So do you want to watch some TV, I’m sure we can find something on that you might like?”
The boy turned his back to him,cowering under the blankets. Jared winced at the boy's attempt to ignore him. If he were more traditional, Jared should slap him for the disrespect, discipline his Omega, make him fall in place. But all he could see when he looked at the boy, was his mate, an innocent child, and the very idea of ever hurting him sickened him to the core.