Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

The air in the forest crackled with tension as Melissa faced the snake-like woman who had been relentlessly pursuing her and the girls.

The snake woman smirked, her voice dripping with mockery. "I love it when my prey fights back." Yet, deep inside, her confidence wavered. 'Damn it. It seems I bit off more than I can chew this time.' she thought, masking her doubt with arrogance. 

The woman shifted her stance, readying to attack, but Melissa was faster. Before the serpent could react, Melissa surged forward with blinding speed, her fist colliding with the woman's stomach. The force of the punch sent her skidding backward, her boots tearing into the dirt until she came to a stop. She clutched her stomach, coughing up greenish bile that sizzled as it hit the ground. 

"You're going to regret that." The woman hissed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her gaze locked onto Melissa, hatred burning in her snake-like eyes. "I'm going to enjoy devouring you, bitch." 

The woman's form began to shift. Dark brown scales erupted across her skin, glinting like armor under the moonlight. Her face contorted, elongating into a grotesque snake-like visage with slit pupils and sharp fangs. Her legs fused together, forming a powerful, coiled tail that struck the ground with a heavy thud. 

The snake woman hissed and darted toward Melissa with unnatural speed. As she closed the distance, she spat a cloud of venomous mist aimed directly at Melissa's face. But Melissa, an Alpha with the speed of a vampire, easily dodged, moving like a blur. 

The woman snarled in frustration, her forked tongue flicking out as she turned her sights on Lydia and Allison. Without hesitation, she sped toward them, her massive tail tearing through the underbrush. 

"Not so fast." Melissa growled. She lunged, grabbing the snake woman by the neck and yanking her backward. 

The serpent only laughed, her grip tightening around Melissa's arm. "Caught you!" she sneered. "Now you're dead." 

Before Melissa could react, another cloud of poisonous mist enveloped her face. 

From their hiding spot behind a tree, Stiles watched in horror. "Oh no! Scott, your mom's poisoned! You need to save her!" 

Scott didn't flinch. "Relax, Stiles. We are immune to poison." 

Lydia clutched Allison's arm, her voice trembling. "She's in trouble!" 

Allison, however, remained calm. "Don't worry. If Scott hasn't moved, it means Melissa's fine. Trust him." 

The snake woman cackled, convinced she had won. But her laughter faltered as she noticed Melissa's glowing red eyes piercing through the mist. 

"Surprise." Melissa growled, her voice low and menacing. She released the woman's neck, rearing back and delivering a crushing punch to her face. 

The serpent staggered, stunned, as Melissa's body began to transform. Her stature grew taller, her muscles more defined. Grey fur sprouted across her body, and a majestic tail unfurled from her back. Her face shifted into a wolf-like form, fierce yet majestic. Standing fully transformed, Melissa radiated a commanding presence that was both beautiful and terrifying. 

Lydia's jaw dropped. "She… she looks incredible." 

Allison nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. "I can't wait to be like her." 

Melissa wasted no time. Grabbing the woman by her tail, she leapt high into the air—nearly six meters—before slamming her adversary into the ground with earth-shaking force. The snake woman cried out, her body embedding into the soil, bones cracking audibly. She coughed up blood, her healing abilities already working to mend her injuries. Yet Melissa didn't let her guard down, standing ready for the next attack. 

With a hiss, the snake woman began to shift once more. Her body expanded, growing into a monstrous fifteen-meter-long snake. Coiling herself, she hissed, her massive form towering over Melissa. 

With lightning speed, the snake lunged, her mouth wide open trying to swallow Melissa. Melissa barely dodged, countering with a powerful kick to the snake's head. The impact sent the serpent rolling, writhing in pain. And Melissa just watched with a triumphant smile. 

From the shadows, Scott's voice echoed in Melissa's mind. [What are you doing, Mom? Keep hitting her until she stops moving. And remember—snakes like to play dead, so be careful.] 

Melissa coughed awkwardly. [Got it.] 

Refocusing, she dashed toward the serpent, her claws gleaming. Melissa moved with calculated precision, her strikes were relentless, tearing through the snake's armored scales.

The snake woman hissed in agony, her healing slowing with each strike. Desperation crept into her movements as she realized she was going to die here if she didn't escape.

But as she slithered away, she found herself face-to-face with Scott. 

"Going somewhere?" he asked. 

The snake lunged at him, her massive jaws snapping. Scott sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a devastating punch to her head that left her reeling. 

The serpent collapsed, her enormous form shrinking until she reverted to her human shape. Naked and battered, she lay on the ground, panting heavily. Yet even in defeat, she didn't give up. 

A seductive smile spread across her lips as a pink mist began to seep from her mouth. The mist swirled around Scott, carrying a sweet, intoxicating scent. The snake woman's voice was a sultry purr. "No man can resist my charm. You're mine now." 

Scott inhaled the mist without hesitation, his expression unchanging. The woman's confidence faltered as she realized something was wrong. 

Scott chuckled, unimpressed. "Nice try." He reached down, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back toward Melissa, who had returned to her human form and stood beside Allison and Lydia. 

The snake woman began begging for mercy, her voice trembling. "Please, spare me! I'll leave your territory tonight! I swear I didn't know this town had an owner." 

Scott didn't let her go, his voice cold. "What are you?" 

The woman stammered, her snake-like eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm a Lamia." 

From behind Melissa, Stiles peeked out. "Wait, a Lamia? You mean the monster who loves to eat children? That Lamia?" 

The Lamia shook her head frantically. "No! I've never eaten children before!" 

Allison's sharp tone cut through her lie like a blade. "She's lying. Her heartbeat just spiked. I heard it." 

The Lamia flinched. "Okay, okay! I only ate a few, and they were all infants! I swallowed them whole—they didn't feel any pain!" 

Allison's face twisted in disgust. "Vile, disgusting bitch. Kill her, Scott." 

The Lamia whimpered, her tone desperate. "Please! don't kill me, and I'll leave Beacon Hills tonight! Please!" 

Stiles crossed his arms. "So, how many people have you eaten since you got here?" 

"Only three." The Lamia whispered, her voice barely audible. 

Stiles smirked sarcastically. "Oh, only three? Well, that changes everything. Scott, let her go." 

The Lamia's face lit up with hope. "Really?" 

Stiles' expression turned cold as he spat. "No, bitch. You deserve to die. How many people and children have you eaten in your life?" 

Scott's smile was grim as he crouched beside her. "Let's find out." He drove his claws into the back of her neck, diving into her memories. 

After a while, Scott took his claws out from the back of her neck and knocked her out with a punch. He stumbled aside, his face pale, and started vomiting. "Damn bitch… I only saw her early life, but damn… ugh." Scott retched again, unable to hold back his disgust. 

Melissa frowned, her concern mixed with curiosity. "That bad, huh?" 

Scott wiped his mouth, his voice hoarse. "She seduces men, has sex with them—sometimes three or four at the same time—then turns into a giant snake and eats them all. And don't even get me started on the babies. Damn bitch." 

Melissa's expression hardened as she approached the unconscious Lamia. "I want to see for myself." 

Scott raised a hand to stop her. "Mom, don't. You'll regret it. Trust me." 

Melissa ignored him, her curiosity overriding his warning. She inserted her claws into the back of the Lamia's neck, her face quickly twisting in horror. Moments later, she ripped her claws out and stumbled back, vomiting. 

"Damn bitch." Melissa muttered, kicking the Lamia's limp body in anger. 

Scott sighed, shaking his head. "I told you not to do it, Mom. Anyway, you should absorb her powers." 

Melissa hesitated, her face a mixture of disgust and doubt. "No. I don't want to turn into a snake—or worse, become a pervert like her." 

Scott shook his head. "You won't. You'll only absorb her abilities and her strength. Her poison ability could be really useful in a fight." 

Melissa glanced at Allison. "Why don't you absorb her powers, or let Allison do it?" 

Scott explained. "I'm already way stronger than her, so it wouldn't do much for me, except maybe Her poison ability. And Allison hasn't gone through her first moon yet—she can't absorb powers." 

Melissa sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll do it." 

She knelt beside the Lamia and drove her claws into the woman's chest. The Lamia woke, thrashing and screaming, but Melissa pinned her down with a knee to her stomach and her free hand gripping the Lamia's wrists. 

As Melissa absorbed her powers, the Lamia's body began to wither. Her skin shriveled, clinging to her bones until she resembled a dried-up husk. When there was nothing left to take, Melissa stood, pulling her claws free. 

She inspected her hands, feeling a faint, tingling sensation at her fingertips. "I can feel it. My claws can be poisonous if I want them to be." 

Scott smiled approvingly. "That's great, Mom. Now you have another way to fight your enemies." 

He turned back to the dying Lamia. "Alright, all of you can leave now. I need to finish this and make sure she stays dead." 

Stiles asked. "How are you going to do that?" 

Scott smirked. "Do you really want to know?" 

The group exchanged uneasy glances but didn't leave. Even Lydia stayed, too frightened to walk away alone. 

Scott sighed. "Fine. I'll break her neck and burn the body. Some creatures don't die easily." 

With a swift motion, he twisted the Lamia's neck, ensuring she was dead. Then they built a fire, and her dried up body burned like dry wood, the flames consuming her quickly, turning her body to ash. 

As the fire died down, Scott dusted off his hands. "Let's go home."