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Void Stiles' POV

Bonnie held my hand, as we walked back to Lydia's. I could feel her power radiating off of her. It was making me feel everything that I had before in tenfold. She was finally mine. My mate. My queen.

Her eyes kept lingering on me and I made sure that I caught her gaze. Her eyes smoldered and I knew that she wanted me just as much. I was wrong about our union. Our power isn't the same, but it seems to be complementary in a strange way. She is still good and her power is still pure. Mine is anything but. Still, together we fit. There is still time to seduce her into the dark.

Bonnie's POV

Stiles was so warm, like his magic was working on overdrive. I was hot with anticipation. Our bond didn't help matters. I wanted to claim him with my body. He's mine, just like I can feel that I'm his.

Do I even want them to carry out the plan to change him back? I don't know Stiles, not the real Stiles. I just know the nogitsune who wears his face.

"I hate that I want you." I glowered at him, as we reached Lydia's house. His eyes shimmered with amusement and power. It was a dangerous combination that looked good on him.

"Baby, you'll always want me." He promised with a dark smirk. His eyes seemed darker, when I couldn't see his underlying nogitsune powers flaring up. He was paler, too, like he was finally dropping the mask.

I worried about his dad. Had anyone told the sheriff about his son? Would he be in danger? I turned and looked over to Chris and then back at Stiles.

"Sheriff?" I mouthed. He just nodded. "We need to talk, alone," I told my mate. He just grinned and followed me inside. I lit some sage, once we were in my room and I locked the door. I didn't want to be overheard or to be interrupted.

"Come here, baby. We can talk in bed." Stiles purred. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him. He sank backward onto my bed and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his lap.

"Can you lie to me, now that we're bonded?" I asked him. He froze and looked at me in surprise, before reluctantly shaking his head.

"I'm afraid not, baby. I can't lie to my queen now. You'd sense my deceit. But it goes both ways." He explained. I nodded, as I gnawed on my bottom lip. "What else do you wanna know, Bon?" He asked me, quietly.

This felt like the most honest conversation we've ever had. It's probably because he can't lie anymore. That and that fact that now I'm his now.

"How powerful are you?" I pressed. He licked his lips and took my hand in his. His power surged through me and twirled with my own.

Memories flashed through my eyes and I saw him in all of his glory. He's been in so many battles. Had so many victories. Always looking for the perfect host. He believes he found it in Stiles.

Stiles was still there, though. He was locked in his subconscious, battling the nogitsune with his mind and he seemed to be losing. He was still there and that surprised the trickster. None of his hosts have lasted that long. Two souls couldn't coexist. But Stiles was strong. He wasn't just another soul. It didn't seem like he was going anywhere.

"Bonnie?" Stiles asked. His voice was different. It was softer and lighter than she had ever heard it.

"Stiles?" I asked. He was here and pushing the nogitsune in the back of his mind. But how?

"I think that when you bonded with him, you bonded with me, too. It's still my body. We are bound. He can't get rid of me, not how he expected to. We don't have much time. I just... I'm so sorry for everything. I didn't know this was a possibility when we died to get our parents back the first time we faced the darach. I would never hurt you. With the bond present, there might be a way for us to coexist. He's getting stronger, but so am I. Can you tell my friends not to give up on me?" Stiles explained, before he gasped and faded back into the depths of his mind.

"I was hoping he wouldn't figure that out." The nogitsune hissed. I blinked, unfazed by his outburst.

"Can you coexist? Because I won't help you destroy him." I asked.

"In theory, it's possibly. Much like people with multiple personalities... I don't think that I can. I can use my dominance to maintain control of his vessel, but I can't erase him. Not now. That doesn't change the fact that we're bonded. You're mine. And I'll be damned if I have to share you with anyone, but Stiles. It's not like I have a choice in the matter with him." Void Stiles sneered.

"I'll continue to be loyal to my pack. And to you. You can't change that." I breathed. I wasn't angry. I wasn't confused. I was surprised and taken aback. I was thankful. Stiles was alive and it sounded like he was sticking around. There was a chance. He had a chance to take control.

"Unless I can sway you otherwise," he warned. I rolled my eyes.

"You can't."

"Then let me show you how grateful I am that you're mine. The pack will be busy gathering supplies and getting things ready for the darach. I have a feeling that she'll be bringing friends." He purred. I shivered and tried to ignore the effect he had on my body.

"Show me how?" I asked. He just smirked and moved me onto my back. He moved off of the bed and sank to his knees as he pulled down my sweatpants.

"Let me sing you praises. I'm quite skilled with my tongue."

Things have changed so much since I've met Stiles. Believe it or not, I'm in a better head-space. I'm more stable. Our bond and the added magic is helping stabilize me. It's unexpected but welcome. I know that I have to deal with my trauma at some point, but my feelings toward Stiles – or whatever his name is – isn't that. I just want him. It's twisted and I know I should hate it, but right now, I don't.