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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Claudia_Stilinski, Talia_Hale, Peter_Hale, Scott
      McCall, Isaac_Lahey, Vernon_Boyd, Alan_Deaton, Original_Male_Character
      (s), Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Fingering, Come_Marking, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Angst, Extremely
      Underage, Rimming, Praise_Kink, Mutual_Masturbation, Object_Insertion,
      Frottage, Oral_Sex, Playmating, Knotting_Dildos, Mates, Spanking, Butt
      Plugs, Size_Difference, Size_Kink, Possessive_Behavior, Time_Skips,
      Kidnapping, Minor_Character_Death, Full_Shift_Werewolves, Anal_Sex, CEO
      Derek, Experimentation, War-ish, Happy_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-22 Completed: 2017-01-16 Chapters: 35/35 Words: 120506
****** Your Mate Is An Alpha ******
by LunaRaven09040
Summary
     Part 1: Stiles is five when he meets his fourteen year old mate, Head
     Alpha to-be, of the Hale Pack. As he grows up, he learns about his
     urges as an omega, and his need to be claimed by Derek. Not everyone
     is understanding and Stiles quickly learns how abnormal his
     relationship with Derek is. Derek will do anything to protect Stiles
     be it from himself, the town, or the rival pack that just moved in
     next door. But will it be enough?
     Part 2: Stiles is fifteen, Derek is the CEO of a security
     corporation, and enemies are closer than ever to destroying their
     lives. After everything they've been through so far, how much further
     will they have to go to ensure their safety?
Notes
     Why hello my fellow sinners! Welcome! First off, as said in the
     summary Stiles is five and Derek is fourteen! If you don't like this,
     (why did you click the link in the first place?), don't read! All
     they do is kiss and touch in this chapter but depending on where this
     goes I will update tags and notes as necessary.
     There is a little bit of violence near the end but nothing truly
     explicit.
     Also, this is a work of fiction, exploiting children in the real
     world is not only morally wrong but also illegal. What people choose
     to do or think about doing in real life is entirely disconnected from
     this.
     I also own nothing of Teen Wolf, because if I did, Sterek would be a
     thing and the main plot of the damn show. But here we are.
     All mistakes are my own!
     Enjoy :)
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                    Part 1
                                   Chapter 1
===============================================================================
                                        
“Your mate is an Alpha, Stiles. He will grow to become Alpha of the Hale pack
and you will be his Omega. Now, He’s a bit older than you, but you are finally
old enough to meet him.”
Claudia Stilinksi spoke softly from the passenger seat, her body twisted so she
could look at her five year old son sitting in the back.
His eyes wandered but she knew he was listening. She had grown used to his
ADHD, had notified the Hale family so that they knew to be patient with him.
She still worried though.
Turning back around, she took a deep breath and felt her husband’s hand on her
knee, calming her.
“It’ll be fine. Derek knew he was Stiles’ Alpha since you conceived him and
he’s waited patiently. Now is the right time.” John always knew the right thing
to say. She smiled, draping her hand over Johns, and trusted her mate.
                                       …
Stiles stared out the window at the clouds, thinking about everything his mom
had told him. He had heard a lot about Derek.
The up and coming Alpha, already a leader, stronger than those his age and even
older.
When he got in the car this morning all they said was that they were going to
meet friends for breakfast. That was before they told him who the friends were.
He was nervous, really nervous. He was going to meet his mate. His fourteen
year old mate. Who was an Alpha.
Stiles knew he was an Omega, but he didn’t know much about how he differed from
Alphas and Betas. His parents tried explaining but eventually said he would
learn better by being around others.
His attention snapped back to reality when the car engine stopped. His stomach
sank as he looked through the front glass to see a large black house. They were
here.
“You ready kiddo?” His dad asked light heartedly. Stiles just grumbled, taping
his shoes together to distract himself.
Both his parents shot each other looks, if Stiles wasn’t talking then he really
was anxious. They got out of the car, Claudia unbuckling Stiles and helping him
out.
The second Stiles breathed in the outside air, he whimpered. He smelled
something, something that made him feel funny.
He looked up at his mom for help but she just smiled encouragingly at him.
“Don’t worry honey, you’re just smelling your mate that’s all.”
She grabbed his hand and together they walked up the front steps that led onto
a giant wrap around porch. A couch swing sat to the right of the door, the red
cushions catching some of the morning sun’s rays.
Stiles kept breathing hard, the smell overwhelming him. His heart rate sped up
and he couldn’t focus on anything.
Without warning the front door swung open, a person appearing through the mesh
screen door. The screen was pushed open and a tall woman with medium black hair
stood within the opening.
But what really caught Stiles, was her red glowing eyes. He shrank back. He had
never seen red eyes. His parents both had blue eyes and his own were gold.
“Oh I’m sorry!” The woman said, her eyes fading to a dark brown. She dipped to
her knees, smiling softly at Stiles. “You’ve never met an Alpha before have
you?”
Not one to stay quiet Stiles bucked up an answered, “No. But I’ve heard a lot
about them, a-and my mate is one wright mama?” He babbled, looking up at
Claudia. The woman’s smiled widened, her eyes warm and kind.
“That’s right honey. My name is Talia, I am Derek’s mother and the current
Alpha of the Hale pack. Would you like to come in?” Stiles nodded slowly,
looking up at his mom and dad who smiled back, leading him inside.
Stiles whimpered again once he stepped through the door, the scent even more
pungent inside. Without noticing he had let go of his mom’s hand and was
wandering deeper inside.
Claudia reached out to grab him but Talia simply help her hand up, stopping her
and watching as Stiles followed the scent of his mate.
Talia had told Derek to wait for his omega to come to him. It would be torture
for him, but he waited so many years to meet his mate, he could wait a little
longer.
Stiles small legs wobbled as he walked, passing a set of stairs and walking
into the dining room. He didn’t bother with the table, walking past it and into
the living room.
He couldn’t stop himself from following the smell, but a small pit of fear had
lodged itself in his stomach. He turned the corner and froze.
He felt his eyes light up gold as they met another red pair. By then he was
panting, taking thick gulps of the scent coming off from the other boy who sat
on the couch.
He sat on the very edge, his arms perched on his knees, his face scowled in
concentration. They stared at each other, the boy’s nostrils flaring as he took
in the younger.
The word came to Stiles naturally, and he couldn’t stop himself from whining it
even if he had wanted to. “A-Alpha.”
The other boy stood, towering over Stiles. He walked over to the small boy and
knelt in front of him, aware of how influenced he was by him.
“Omega,” said the boy and Stiles keened. He lifted a hand to grasp Stiles face,
his palm dwarfing the child’s head.
Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer and launched his small body at the Alpha.
The other caught him easily, sweeping the boy up and into his arms easily.
Derek, Derek was his name, buried his face in Stile’s neck, scenting him.
Stiles tilted his head back, not knowing why, but felt immediately better when
Derek rumbled approvingly at the action.
Derek licked a long thick strip along Stiles neck, right where he would someday
place his mating bite, and whispered into Stile’s ear, “My omega.”
                                       …
After that day, they were inseparable. And Stiles was slowly learning the
difference in genders. Betas, like his parents, were very neutral, still strong
in their own right but not prone to any extreme behavior or characteristics.
Alphas could have very different personalities, even be shy, but had dominant
tendencies, were stronger than the others, and were leaders.
Omegas were seen as integral to pack bonding. They were more open, friendly,
and at times submissive. Stiles challenged that a bit when it came to others.
He was always loud, bold, and brave. But with Derek, though he was still all of
those things, he gave into his omega instincts.
Like now, he was straddling his lap, his nose buried in his Alpha’s neck as he
nuzzled his throat. Derek had a soft rumbling going on under his chest which at
first made Stiles giggle but now it comforted him.
Derek’s own hands were tucked under the omega’s bottom. He was well aware how
their age difference changed their interaction compared to other mates.
Stiles looked at him and saw only comfort, protection, Alpha. Derek, well into
puberty, had to constantly fight his urge to claim Stiles.
It had nothing to do with his age, all his wolf saw was his mate: an unbonded
omega who Derek needed to mark so everyone knew who he belonged to.
Derek’s human side saw the cute little boy that Stiles was, but in order to
satisfy his wolf, he allowed himself to touch Stiles more intimately than
anyone else.
But it was hard, especially because Stiles acted only on instinct, he didn’t
understand why Derek denied him, kept them at a certain distance.
So when he started rubbing his little ass back and forth on Derek’s lap,
feeling content and more animal than human, it was up to Derek to still his
motions.
His hands slid up, grabbing Stiles waist to stop his movements causing the
young boy to let out a loud whine.
“D-Dewrek, stop! Let go!” Stiles squirmed, not liking the fact that he couldn’t
move. He pushed his hands into the Alpha’s broadening shoulders.
“Stiles we talked about this, you can’t provoke me like that. I don’t want to
hurt you.” Stiles continued to struggle, making little frustrated noises.
“Stiles stop, I don’t want to use my voice but you’re making this hard for me.”
Stiles let out a tiny growl of his own and without warning pushed forward, his
small lips meeting Derek’s.
It was sloppy and unpracticed, his lips smashed against the elders but it
satisfied another need he didn’t know he had and it only took a second for him
to let out a happy squeak.
Derek however, snapped. He used his tongue to force open the young boy’s mouth,
a growl rippling into the five year old.
But ages didn’t matter. The Alpha was taking back control from his omega and
the latter submitted easily.
Stiles was letting out small little moans, his hips moving involuntarily and
this time Derek didn’t try to stop him.
The feeling of his little ass wiggling on top of his hardening dick made his
brain hazy. The slight part of his mind that hadn’t completely gone reminded
him that this was a child, not even old enough to understand what this meant.
The thoughts made him rip his mouth away from Stiles, pushing him off his lap
and standing. He paced the room, his hand rubbing at his mouth as he fought for
control.
Stiles had landed softly on the carpet but that didn’t stop him from whining
desperately, his omega feeling rejected.
Derek’s eyes were glowing red, and he needed to calm down but the needy noise
Stiles made pushed his protective instincts into overdrive and soon he was
holding the boy in his arms.
He shushed him quietly, his arm hooked under him while the other stroked his
hair. Stiles was hiccupping, fat tears rolling down his face.
“I-I’m sorwy A-Alpha I didn’t mean to make you angwee. S-Stiles will be good.”
The broken voice tore at Derek’s heart.
“Shh baby it’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong, I did. I should have been more
careful, please don’t cry.” Stiles sniffled, tears still coming but not as
persistently.
“C-can we do that again?” He pulled back, a little fist rubbing at one red,
puffy eye as he stared at Derek.
“No Stiles, we can’t. It’s too dangerous.”
“Never?”
“No baby, never again.”
“B-but-“
“No.” Derek used his Alpha tone, needing to make Stiles understand.
Stiles snapped his mouth shut, more tears welling up and over at the Alphas
command. Derek tucked Stiles head into his neck, letting him cry out his
frustration as he rubbed circles up and down his back.
He didn’t know how much more control he could exert before he really snapped.
                                       …
“I think Dewrek doesn’t like me mama.” Stiles said while walking beside his mom
in the grocery store, his little hand clasping the metal cart so he wouldn’t
get lost.
Claudia frowned, her eyes wandering from the tomato sauce to her son, “Why
would you think that? Derek loves you.”
Stiles stared at the ground, remembering how Derek had pushed him off of his
lap, his eyes panicked.
“He used his Alpha voice,” Stiles sniffed, his omega shrinking in shame.
“Why did he do that?” Claudia turned, grabbing Stiles and lifting him into the
carts built in seat, her eyes trained on him, concerned.
“Because I wanted to kiss him and he said we can’t” Claudia’s eyes went wide,
but she felt nothing but pity for her son’s teenage mate.
“Stiles, Derek is much older than you. He has urges that are hard to control,
even for grown-ups and when you kiss him, it makes it harder. It hurts him to
say no to you, but more than anything he doesn’t want to do something that you
aren’t ready for.”
“Like what? You guys keep saying that but I don’t get it”
“You won’t know what I mean until you’re a little older but you have to trust
me honey, and more than anyone you have to trust your Alpha.” Claudia said, her
hand ruffling Stiles hair, worried about how sad he looked.
“Claudia! Stiles!” The two turned and looked up to see the Hale family at the
end of the isle, the kids both in and on their own metal cart.
Stile’s eyes bulged as they caught on Derek, whose own gaze was trained on the
younger. Stiles started to panic, having not seen the Alpha since their
argument.
His little legs kicked against the metal barring him in, his elbows pushing
hard so he could free himself. Claudia, still turned around didn’t notice as
Stiles dislodged himself.
Stiles, turned and jumped into the basket then out of the cart, his legs
hitting the bars hard, causing him to cry out as he fell.
He wasted no time in getting to his feet and sprinting away from the Hales. His
legs pumped as hard as five year old legs could, but the rippling growl that
came from behind him really drove him to go faster.
“Stiles!” Derek’s Alpha voice boomed through the entire store, making Stile’s
omega want nothing more than to go belly up and apologize.
But he hadn’t given a command, so Stiles ignored that part of him and continued
running. He knew he was running from a werewolf.
He knew what that meant, being one himself, but he couldn’t stop now. He had
rounded the corner and was running for the door, not thinking of where he would
go but needing to run anyway.
Derek would have caught him easily, if it weren’t for the strange Alpha that
beat him to it. A fistful of Stile’s sweatshirt was yanked upward, pulling the
boy off his feet and into the air.
“Where do you think you’re going little omega? Aren’t you a disobedient little
thing?”
Stiles squeaked, his legs desperately kicking out. His body swung around to see
Derek charging at them, his eyes red.
“A-Alpha,” Stiles cried out for him, his arms reaching towards Derek, fear
overriding his desire to run.
“Let my omega go,” Derek growled, getting right up in the strangers face. Derek
was still young but he was exceptionally tall, able to look almost directly in
the other Alpha’s eyes.
“Your omega? I don’t see a mating bite on ‘em” The stranger shook Stiles as he
said it, making the boy whimper.
He could feel Derek getting increasingly agitated as his mate was manhandled by
someone other than him.
Not wanting his Alpha anymore upset, Stiles began to kick viciously at the man,
his nails digging into the hand holding him.
Stiles was able to startle him enough for him to let go and the second he did,
Derek was on him.
There wasn’t much of a fight, Derek was an Alpha werewolf, heir to the Hale
pack, while the stranger was only a human.
Claws and fangs sank into the human’s flesh, the sickening squelch of him being
ripped apart making Stiles feel queasy.
The omega was scrunched down, holding his ankle that had twisted upon landing,
not looking at the two Alphas fighting next to him.
A couple of seconds later, Derek grabbed Stiles, lifting him up in his arms. He
had wiped most of the blood on his pants but as Stiles looked up, he squeaked
in shock at the sharp fangs jutting out of the Alpha’s mouth, blood splotched
on his face.
“Are you alright, baby?” Derek asked, his eyes blazing red but filled only with
concern. Stiles whimpered, his little fists balling the material of Derek’s
shirt, tears welling in his eyes.
He could only nod, his face pressed into Derek’s body. Derek began walking out
of the store, not wanting to expose everyone inside to his bloodied appearance.
Someone would have called the police to remove the body. He wouldn’t be
arrested of course. Not only because he was a Hale, most powerful werewolf pack
this side of the continent but also because by law, Alpha challenges over
omegas, especially underage ones, happened from time to time and if it meant
defending them, it was legal.
 It was frowned upon in some circumstances, but the instinct to kill wasn’t
something that could be easily stopped. Considering Stiles age and status as
Derek’s mate, he was protected from any police intervention and no one would
question it.
Stiles was shivering by the time they got outside, the pain disappeared from
his ankle as he healed though he suspected Derek helped with it.
But he wasn’t out of the gutter yet. He had run from his mate, from his Alpha.
Stiles’ wolf was a quivering mess inside the boys head.
Derek walked them over to the side, shifting Stiles so that his legs were
around the elder’s waist, his back pressed against the wall. They sank down,
positioned so Stiles could see nothing but Derek, whose eyes were still bright
red, even more vibrant against the dark sky of nighttime.
“Stiles, baby, you ran from me.” His voice was gruff but gentle, a tone he only
ever used with his mate. With everyone else, including his family he was stern.
Alpha through and through, even standing up to his mother, Talia, who was by
all means one of the most feared Alpha Wolfs.
Stiles eyes were glued to his lap, his hands clasped together. A knuckle was
tucked under his chin, lifting his head until his brown gaze met red.
Slowly, his own eyes lit up gold in response to Derek’s gaze. Momentarily
distracted, as he always was, Stiles lifted a small hand, his fingers lightly
touching the side of one of Derek’s eyes.

“W-Why?” He asked, wondering why he wasn’t calming down.
“You ran from me. Why? You can’t do that Stiles. You know you shouldn’t run
from your Alpha, and we are werewolves, I couldn’t stop myself from chasing
you. I am having a hard time calming down because my wolf is agitated. It’s
demanding I claim you, make you submit to me to reaffirm our bond. But I can’t
do that. You need to know that you can never again run from me. Had that Alpha
not attacked you, I wouldn’t have been able to calm down before I caught you.
That’s dangerous Stiles. Do you understand?”
Derek’s eyes never left his, and he didn’t let Stiles look away. A wave of
guilt washed over Stiles, making his stomach nauseous and his inner omega
whine.
“Y-yes Dwerek, I’m sorry Alpha. I was just scared. The wast time I was with
you, you got mad at me a-and I didn’t want to see you. I’m sowy for being bad.
T-thank you for protecting me.” Stiles still felt bad about that but as Derek
smiled softly, some of the tension he held in relaxed.
“I wasn’t angry baby, I just have a hard time controlling myself around you.
But I will always protect you. Now,” he said as he began leaning in, “I have to
settle both of our wolves.”
Derek stuffed his face in the crook of Stiles neck, rubbing his jaw against the
younger’s skin. His hands started roughly pushing into Stiles arms and sides
and legs, pressing Derek’s scent into them.
Stiles bared his neck, little whimpers slipping past his lips, his own hands
clinging to Derek’s chest. He did his best to stay absolutely still, not
wanting to provoke his Alpha and make him upset like last time.
Derek suddenly licked a long strip up Stiles’ neck, just like last time, and
the boy cried out, his legs shaking.
“I feel weird, Alpha.”
“I know pup, it’s normal. It’s just your omega instincts.” Stiles’ little dick
was full with blood, but Derek didn’t dare touch him.
He knew it wouldn’t matter if he did. It was rare but some Alpha-Omega mates
found each other young or with unusually large age gaps, that didn’t stop them
from claiming them in all ways.
It was his right, his privilege. But he wouldn’t, he wanted Stiles to be older,
to truly understand how deeply bonded to each other they were, instead of
instinct driven.
After a little more licking and nuzzling, Derek leaned back, a soft sigh
rumbling through him. Stiles’ entire body was flushed but he let out a happy
giggle.
They both breathed, their foreheads touching as they calmed down. “We have to
head back in soon, apologize for making such a mess.”
“You were protecting me, they won’t be mad will they?” Stiles’ said, sticking a
thumb in his mouth and sucking gently.
“No they won’t, but we should still help clean up and say we are sorry, ok?”
Stiles smiled up at his Alpha. “Ok.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     You all motivated the shit out of me to get this out. I normally
     don't post things more than once a week but I'm a praise whore what
     can I say? You guys make me feel so squishy. Thank you SO MUCH for
     all the comments and kudos. Looks like this story is getting a plot
     my dears.
     If ya didn't see, observe the new tags. This chapter definitely gets
     a lot more steamy. Also, Stiles is 10 starting here because if this
     is gonna be long, I want it to start when he is still young but not
     totally ignorant about the world.
     Anyhow, I have questions I need y'all to answer so if you'd like,
     check the end notes and talk to me!
     Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Teen Wolf or anything related to it.
     This is a work of fiction not meant to be applied to the real world
     where these actions are a whole lot of not okay!
     All mistakes are made by me, it's late duckies.
     Please enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                   Chapter 2
Five_Years_Later
It wasn’t fair. Every full moon since he was born, John and Claudia had been
with Stiles, watching as he ran around their backyard in his wolf form. And
once he met Derek, he had joined them.
It was one of Stiles favorite things to do, and even though it wasn’t limited
to just the night of the full moon, it didn’t make him feel any better that
tonight, they wouldn’t be with him.
The full moon shift was unlike a normal shift because you couldn’t control it
and because it allowed you to be more wolf than human, more wild and untamed.
It was a time for pack.
But this time, his parents wouldn’t be with him, they’d be with the Hales. In
fact, the whole town would be with the Hales, considering they were technically
all one pack, Talia at the helm.
They did this in the past supposedly, but Talia had recently decided it was
safe enough to bring the entire pack together again. Hunters hadn’t been around
in years and she wanted to show Derek how to lead properly.
 All the pups had to stay at the Hale mansion, a mostly unused building in the
forest with several rooms and polished furnishings.
Apparently, as his parents tried explaining to him, a few times a year, when a
good number of pups came of age, the entire pack would get together, to teach
them how to hunt.
Younger pups weren’t allowed on the expedition because everyone would be
focused on their prey, not able to watch over their offspring who were too
young to hunt.
So here he was, sitting on the porch steps of the mansion, his legs swinging
and beating against the deck. His fingers were curled around the rails, his
eyes trained on the giant group of people standing in the front.
More specifically, his eyes were set on Derek, who wasn’t paying him any
attention. Instead, he was laughing with the up and coming pups, his eyes
bright. Stiles hated it.
He hated the way they looked at him, stars in their eyes as they looked upon
their next Alpha. Derek had grown into the most powerful wolf, to no one’s
surprise.
He was heads taller than most, his shoulders wide, his arms thick with corded
muscle. His legs were built for strength and speed.
His dark hair had grown even longer, along with his beard which he trimmed
neatly. Stiles was still young but having a mature mate made him critical of
his body.
He was small, a runt among his friends, with dark moles littering his pale skin
and gangly limbs that were never coordinated. He looked like Derek’s adopted
younger sibling, not his mate. It drove the boy crazy.
“I don’t get it. I play hunt with my mom every full moon but they say we can’t
join in now?” Scott, his best friend, grumbled beside him.
“They just don’t want to babysit,” Stiles whined, watching as an older female
curled herself around Derek, jealousy blooming deep in his belly.
He involuntarily let out a tiny growl, his eyes flashing at them. The whole
pack looked at him, Derek’s eyes questioning. He couldn’t take their eyes on
him, especially not Derek’s.
He kicked his legs hard against the porch ledge one last time before pulling
them out and storming inside. Let them go without him, he didn’t care.
He didn’t care that it was the first full moon he wouldn’t spend with Derek,
not at all. And his wolf certainly agreed with him.
He ran upstairs, his legs burning once he reached the third floor but he kept
going. Stiles had no clue where he was, never having been inside the mansion,
but he didn’t care. He could get lost for all he cared.
It wasn’t like anyone was waiting for him to go anywhere. He curled up on a
random bed sitting inside one of the many rooms, covering his ears.
He heard the signaling howl that soon became a chorus anyway. Derek never came
to check on him. And Stiles fell asleep, never once letting his tears fall.
He woke up about ten minutes later, fully wolfed out.  He had hoped that maybe
he could sleep through the full moon but luck never liked Stiles.
Happy yips and growls were coming from downstairs when a loud howl echoed
through the house. It was one of the adults who stayed behind to watch over the
pups, calling for everyone to gather.
Stiles took his time, moping about as he crawled off the bed and dragged
himself all the way down to the foyer.
Little balls of fluff ran around everywhere, two adult wolves watching over
them, playfully nipping at those who rushed by.
Scott suddenly ran up the stairs to meet Stiles, his dark brown pelt fuzzy
after play fighting. He tackled Stiles to the ground, provoking him until he
gave in and fought back.
The tumbled down the stairs, muzzles snapping at one another the whole way
down, and Stiles brown-red fur smashing underneath him.
They continued sparring with the other pups, casing each other’s tails and
nipping their ears. After the excitement died down, the adults led them out
into the yard, everyone trampling over each other to get outside.
The mansion, surrounded by dense trees, made for the perfect place to let the
pups run around, free. Scent markers were set around the area to show them
where they couldn’t cross.
The moonlight was like an energizer and soon, everyone was running in all
directions. But Stiles didn’t have time for that.
He wasted no time in picking up Derek’s scent, following in with Scott hot on
his tail. He knew this wasn’t a good idea, but he wanted to spend the full moon
with his mate. And he was maybe just a little bit mad at him.
And Scott was always game to follow along with Stiles bad ideas, so here they
were, sprinting through the forest with the moon on their fur.
They were still pups, so jumping over logs and around trees was a lot harder
than it would be for the adults. They quickly ran out of energy, panting hard
as they approached the barrier.
The scent markers were extremely pungent, the smell of pack permeating in a
rough line. They were not allowed to cross the invisible border, but Stiles,
being who he was, didn’t even hesitate to charge forward.
Scott froze, his ears going flat against his head, tail between his legs, and a
whine coming out of his mouth. Stiles turned, barking at his friend
encouragingly.
It was funny really, considering Scott was a beta. But it didn’t take long for
him to give in and follow. Stiles clung to the scent of his Alpha, planting his
tiny muzzle into the ground ever so often to get a better sniff. 
As they ran, the forest changed. The area around the mansion was almost
polished, the land flat and any large holes were filled. It was a pup safe
heaven.
It became very clear why they weren’t meant to wonder this far. The hills
became small mountains, steep ledges with large drop offs.
Fallen trunks were scattered everywhere, several sizes larger than the cubs.
The holes and small valleys in the land were hard to see much less avoid. They
slowed down considerably, trying to navigate the land without hurting
themselves.
The two fell silent, the sounds of the forest crackling in their ears, fear
twitching along both their spines. Even Stiles was beginning to lose his nerve
when the all too familiar sound of a howl in the distance reached them. It was
Talia.
He shot Scott a look, both of them relaxing a little bit as they continued to
follow the scent and howls, starting to trot in the right direction.
Another howl broke out, but this one was an alarm. Suddenly, vicious growls
started flying through the forest, echoing off the tree trunks so the sounds
were everywhere. Stiles fur stood on end, his tail fluffing up even as it
tucked between his legs.
A low growl came from behind them, giving them no time at all before a wolf was
on them. Scott jumped between the stranger and Stiles, his leg getting caught
in the jaws of the wolf.
Scott cried out and Stiles howled, desperately hoping the pack would hear them.
Not a second later a loud, guttural howl came from the other direction. Derek’s
howl.
Stiles cried out for him before the wolf with beta blue eyes jumped from Scott
to Stiles, its jaws closing around the scruff of the cubs neck, lifting him off
the ground.
The wolf took off, running opposite the pack and Stiles let out violent
whimpers, his body whipping around to try and dislodge himself.
The strange wolf tightened his hold, causing Stiles to whine in pain. Derek’s
howling didn’t stop, growing closer and closer, the pack behind him. He had
never heard Derek so enraged, he sounded murderous.
The beta carrying him was an adolescent and Derek was a male Alpha, nearly full
grown. He was bigger than any of the wolves in his pack and would easily catch
them.
And he did. Derek landed on the other wolf just as Stiles was flung from his
mouth, landing several feet away.
Before Stiles could get up and bolt, he was picked up again, this time by much
stronger and larger jaws that completely engulfed his neck.
He growled, low and loud at Derek who had his own jaws on the beta wolf. Derek
released his hold but didn’t move, holding the wolf down, his eyes glowing
bright red.
Going by scent, Stiles could tell that the wolf holding him was an Alpha.
Another packs Alpha. The two stared at each other, neither backing down.
Both packs trotted forward, behind their Alphas. Talia slowly walked to stand
next to Derek. She may be smaller, but her power was undeniable.
Slowly, the two Head Alphas shifted, the one holding Stiles now carried the pup
in two human hands. Derek remained in his wolf form, his lip peeled back in a
thick snarl.
Stiles eyes were glowing gold, his whole body shaking. He was lifted up, a
human nose pressed into his fur and inhaled.
The man hummed, “Such a fine omega you have here.” Derek growled, his paw
digging deeper into the beta below him who cried out in pain.
“He’s not yet ripe, but it would seem he already belongs to someone.” Stiles
turned his muzzle and snapped at the man, his tiny fangs catching on the edge
of his chin.
The man chuckled, a hand coming up to wipe the thin strip of blood off before
the wound healed. “A feisty one you got here, he’ll make for a wonderful mate,
a bit disobedient, but that’s not hard to get out.”
Derek seemed ready to lunge but Talia held a hand out to stop him. Even in her
nakedness, she had no shame, only authority. She was the sole person Derek
trusted wholly. The only one he would obey.
“That omega is my son’s mate, thereby making him my own son. Do not treat him
as you wish. Now, what do you want? Why interrupt our hunt?” Talia’s face was
stone.
She didn’t want to provoke the other Alpha, they had never had any issues with
other packs while she was Head Alpha, she didn’t want to start now.
“Just looking for new territory, nothing to worry about. We didn’t realize this
land was taken, we’ll just have to search elsewhere won’t we?” The man said,
turning his head ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving Talia’s. It was a
lie, wolves lived by scent, and the Hale packs unique musk covered every inch
of their land.
“Sorry for ruffling this little guy up, and I do apologize for the actions of
my beta there. He’s barley come of age, you do understand.” Talia did not
respond, the man wasn’t looking for an answer.
He slowly placed Stiles on the ground but kept a hand on his scruff. “Now, if
your boy could let go of my beta, I’d appreciate it.” Or I won’t let go of the
omega. That part went unsaid.
The Alpha released Stiles just as Derek stepped off the beta, the two younger
wolves darting back to their packs.
Stiles went between Derek’s legs, desperately licking at the muzzle of his
mate. Derek’s gaze remained on the rival pack, the two Alphas unable to hold
their human forms any longer under the full moon shifted back.
The Hale pack watched at the other wolves turned and trotted away. Something
wasn’t right. None of them said it, but they all knew it.
                                       …
Stiles knew he was in trouble. Derek’s jaws were clamped around his scruff, his
wolf silent. Though the whole pack was silent so he couldn’t really blame him.
But he could smell the irritation rolling off of him.
Stiles himself was feeling guilty. Scott was currently being carried by his
mom, his leg limp as it dangled. The wound had closed but the broken bone would
take more time.
As they approached the Hale mansion, a horde of excited cubs ran up to them,
followed closely by very alarmed looking adults.
They ran up to Talia, probably notifying her of the missing pups. The others,
once they noticed how serious the pack was, halted their enthusiasm, whimpers
slipping from their mouths at the adult’s intensity.
Derek didn’t stop, immediately taking off into the house, where the entire Pack
would stay the night. He carried him up to the third floor, walking into the
room on the far end.
Derek dropped him on the bed, Stiles furry body bouncing lightly on the
mattress. He whimpered when he landed, smelling Derek’s ever-growing anger.
As an Alpha, he could shift back on the full moon, it would be exhausting, but
he did it anyway. It took him longer than normal and Stiles would be stuck in
his wolf form, forcing him to listen.
Derek managed to shift back, his fangs, claws, and red eyes the only evidence
he was non-human.
“Stiles,” he said, frighteningly calm, “do you have any idea how dangerous your
actions were?” His eyes burned and Stiles only whimpered, his eyes averting
from the Alpha.
“Look at me.” Stiles refused.
“Look at me omega.” Stiles head whipped up to Derek, a high pitched whine
crying out of him. He rolled over, flashing his belly at Derek.
The sun was almost up, Stiles felt his body trying desperately to shift back
but he was still unable to.
“Because you crossed the barrier, Scott was injured, and you were caught by
another Alpha. He had you in his jaws.” Derek yelled, his rage making Stiles
cry.
“He put his hands on what’s mine.”He raked his claws down the side of the wall
paper, the thin material curling in on itself. “You are mine Stiles. I will
kill anyone who tries to touch you, do you understand me?”
“Y-Y-Yes Alpha. P-Please stop yelling,” Stiles sobbed, finally back in his
human form. Tears rolled down his face, his body shivering.
Derek couldn’t calm down this time. The thought of anything happening to
Stiles, of someone stealing him away, was unbearable.
He paced around the room, clawed hands running through his hair. He only
stopped when a high needy sound came from his mate, just as his scent changed.
He jerked around to look at Stiles who was on all fours, his shoulders pressed
into the bed, his ass high. Tears were pouring out of his eyes, pooling in the
sheets below, hiccups racking through his tiny body.
“A-Alpha, what’s happening? I-It h-hurts.” Derek ran to him, kneeling on the
bed and pulling Stiles body to his. His body temperature was through the roof,
his skin almost scalding.
“Oh god baby, you’re in heat. You’re too young for this.” It was true, the
scent was unmistakable, slick sliding down Derek’s naked thigh, but omegas
didn’t get their first heat until puberty. This wasn’t good.
They were both naked, both hard, and both increasingly losing control. Stiles
legs were on either side of Derek’s thigh and he started grinding himself down,
rubbing his aching hole on his mate’s skin.
Derek was breathing hard, the scent of Stiles overstimulating his brain. Stiles
was still crying, the omega in so much pain.
“E-empty,” Stiles whined, one hand reaching back to touch the part of himself
that hurt so much, the scent of his Alpha the only comforting thing he had.
Derek grabbed his hand, causing Stiles to release another whine. “Baby please,
you can’t. This shouldn’t even be happening.”
The Alpha was trying to think, his mind foggy. His wolf wanted nothing more
than to breed the boy full with his pups. But Stiles was a pup, pregnancy could
kill him.
That was ultimately the thought that made him start focusing on cooling down.
He slowly calmed, Stiles still clinging to him, crying into his chest as he
grinded himself against him.
“Stiles, I need you to listen to me, I am going to make the pain go away. But I
need you to try and calm down for me ok? Can you do that baby?”
Stiles hiccupped but nodded. Derek slowly let his hand drift down, his hand
gliding over the slope of Stiles ass, his middle fingers dipping into the cleft
and down.
The second his finger made contact with Stiles’ leaking hole, the omega cried
out, pushing down for more as he began begging.
Derek started growling, the sound more in his chest so it would sound like a
purr, working to calm Stiles. He started rubbing his mate’s entrance, slowly
opening him up.
His fingers were quickly coated with Stile’s slick and he used it to gently
push the digit inside. The omega keened, his instincts going wild.
“That feel good baby?” Derek rumbled, his control on the verge of slipping. He
was thrusting his finger inside Stiles in shallow pushes, more of it sinking
inside every time until his knuckle was tucked against the boys taint.
“Yes Alpha, p-please…need more.” Stiles sobbing had quieted, a few tears still
managing to spill out. Derek squeezed his eyes shut hard, knowing Stiles
couldn’t evenfitmuch more.
An idea came to mind and his cock gave a hard twitch, Stiles’ releasing a
painful whimper at the stronger scent of arousal coming off his mate.
Knowing it would help Stiles’ need to submit, Derek felt his voice deepen to
his Alpha baritone. “Get on your hands and knees omega, present to me.”
The command was the single thing in Stiles’ mind as he pulled off Derek’s
finger, a desperate moan following. He crawled on the bed like an animal, his
elbows bending, his ass pushed up high with his legs spread, his hole on
display for the Alpha.
Derek let out an aggressive snarl, his nails growing claws as they engulfed
Stiles’ ass, squeezing the globes and massaging them so his entire crack was
sloppy with slick.
“Ahhh, h-hurts,” Stiles said, his voice wreaked from crying. Derek focused,
retracting only one hand of claws, his index finger easily slipping inside.
The angle would satisfy some of the omega’s needs, making the penetration more
fulfilling. But he could still add one more finger safely. The fuller he got
Stiles the better.
He slowly pressed his middle finger down, watching as the rim buckled under the
pressure, opening up like it should.
Once completely in, Derek curled his fingers, pressing hard into the bundle of
nerves sitting within Stiles. His mate arched, his neck craning back as he
howled.
Derek kept up his ministrations, his thumb tucking underneath to massage the
curve of Stiles’ taint and tiny sack.
The boy was panting hard, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body which had
turned a pale pink. He was beautiful like this, Derek thought, letting his mind
drift to when he would be able to knot his sweet boy.
He finally lets his other hand drift down to grip his aching cock, the length
thick and hot between his fingers.
He rose to his knees behind Stiles, thrusting around his fingers to coat
himself in his little mate’s slick.
“Put it in, D-Derek please. I need it.”
“No pup, not yet. You’ll come on my fingers and I’ll come on your back.” Stiles
may not know too much about sex, but he knew that meant he was going to mark
him with his scent in a deeper way than he ever had.
With quick thrusts of his fingers timed with the hard flicks of his wrist, he
built the both of them up, Stiles starting to panic.
“Der, what’s happening to me?” He whimpered, liquid dripping from his hole and
his little dick as it bounced with Derek’s thrusts.
“You’re going to come baby, don’t worry, it’s normal, just let go.” Just as he
said that Derek hit Stiles’ prostate directly, tightening his grip around his
swelling knot as they both came.
Stiles screamed, his eyes glowing brighter than molten gold, Derek’s like
rubies. Their vision went white, their nerves on fire as they orgasmed.
Derek came on Stiles’ back, his hand following to rub it into the boy’s skin.
Stiles’ little cock only able to spurt a few drops, his whole clenched around
Derek’s fingers, aching for a knot to milk.
The omega slumped forward, the heat slipping form his bones as sleep overtook
him. Derek withdrew from the bed, getting a warm cloth to clean them both
before tucking his young mate in.
Traditionally the pack would have stayed outside to watch the sunrise together,
but he knew that the older wolves would have heard them anyway.
They would never interrupt, but Derek knew he needed to go down and explain
what happened. He took a deep breath, putting on some of the generic clothes
kept in every room before making his way out to face his pack.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
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                                   Chapter 3
“Early-onset heat, triggered by over exposure to his Alpha mate.” Alan Deaton,
emissary of the Hale pack, said after examining Stiles.
The boy, dressed in a hospital grown whimpered and reached for his Alpha who
stood stone silent by the door. He immediately stalked to his side, lifting his
omega into his arms so the boy could bury his face in his neck. Derek was
stunned.
After he had left Stiles in the room asleep, he walked outside the mansion to
see his mother and Stiles parents standing and waiting for him.
“I had Peter lead the others on a last run, after we heard what was happening.”
Talia looked conflicted, but her voice was soft.
Derek nodded, “Stiles went into heat, or something like it. I didn’t knot him,
only helped him calm down. He’s asleep right now.”
John walked up to him, his face relaxed, “Thank you, Derek. We know you’d never
hurt him, but instincts being what they are, we were concerned for the both of
you.”
“I think we should take him to Deaton,” Claudia said, worry making her scent
watery.
“I already called him, he sad we could come by tomorrow. Stiles seems to be
fine right now, we should let him rest and we can take him after lunch.” Talia,
as always, was on top of everything.
Derek had nodded, his skin still crawling with the memory of Stiles’ heat. A
loud sob came from the house behind him and before anyone could say something,
Derek was sprinting through the house.
He swung the door open, a crying Stiles the only alarming thing. He almost
sagged in relief, no heat scent coming from the omega.
“Y-You weren’t h-here,” Stiles whined. Derek cursed, he shouldn’t have been so
quick to leave after his heat. That night, they slept together, Derek curled
protectively around Stiles, his thoughts lost in what might be wrong.
“What does this mean?” He asked Deaton, his mouth muffled against Stiles hair
as he stroked his back.
“Well, mini-heats like this are common among mates who meet at a young age, it
is their body’s way of trying to gain the mating bite from their partners. And
it is worse because of your age difference. Basically, you’ve avoided giving
him the bite because of his age which is perfectly reasonable, but his wolf
doesn’t see it that way. You spend so much time with him and yet he isn’t
claimed. So he will go into these mini-heats until he is.”
“Unless?” Claudia spoke up, her voice shaky. Mates who go unclaimed for too
long can develop illnesses.
“Unless Derek and Stiles limit the time they spend together. That should calm
his wolf down and make it feel more like courtship.”
Derek’s chest squeezed painfully, his hands gripping Stiles harder. He knew, of
course, that it was necessary. His struggle with control had only grown harder
as Stiles aged and they spent more time together.
His own wolf begged to claim his mate, especially after what happened the night
before. If that happened again, Derek might snap and take him, hurt him. He
wouldn’t be able to stand it if that happened.
Stiles was shaking in his arms, his claws out as they gripped his shirt. Derek
looked towards the others in the room, his face serious.
“Will you all give me some time with him?” They all nodded, giving him looks of
sympathy as they left. He sat in one of the chairs in the corner, Stiles
balanced in his lap.
“Baby, we have to talk. I know you heard him.” Stiles frowned, his legs still
shaking.
“Talk about what? We don’t have to listen to him. It’s ok.”
“It’s not ok. You went into heat early Stiles, and I was barely able to keep
myself in control. What if it happens again? What if I can’t stop my wolf?”
“Don’t stop him! Just bite me already!” Stiles shouted, baring his neck.
Derek’s eyes flashed and he brought a hand to his face, his claws out.
He fought to push his wolf back, a large growl erupting from him as he calmed
down.
“Stiles, don’t.” He dropped his hand to Stiles’ thigh, his eyes commanding.
“From now one we will see each other once a week to see if you get better. And
no more kissing, none of what happened last night. We can touch but not like
that.”
“Once a week! That’s barley anything!” Stiles protested, his eyes pleading.
Derek stood, walking to the door. “No, no, please Der. Please!”
Derek pulled the door open and began walking through the corridor to where his
parents sat in the lobby.
“I think once a week visits would be a good place to start,” Derek spoke to
Claudia and John, his voice rising above Stiles complaints. They both nodded,
John coming forward to take Stiles.
Stiles claws came out, his little fangs dropping and his eyes glowing brightly,
a warning growl coming out of him. He clung to Derek, his arms around his neck,
his legs pulled tightly around the other’s stomach.
John’s hands curled around Stiles’ ribs, pulling at his son while Derek pushed
him off. The omega cried out.
“NO! Please no, Alpha, please don’t make me go!” They used more force, Stiles
digging his nails into Derek’s neck.
“Stiles, please don’t make me force you.” The boy sobbed, tears spilling over,
his eyes wild and panicked.
“YOU ALREADY ARE! PLEASE! I want to stay with you! Didn’t you say you would
always be with me? That you’d protect me! YOU LIAR!” Derek’s eyes bled crimson,
his chest burning at his mates words.
“Stiles, let go.” With one last cry, Stiles let go, his omega unable to
disobey. John and Claudia quickly turned, trying to separate them as quickly as
possible.
“I HATE YOU DEREK! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! YOU’RE NOT MY MATE! I
DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN!” Stiles’ screams rang through Deaton’s
clinic, every word cutting through Derek like razor blades.
After the door slammed, the couple taking away the only person Derek would do
anything for, he drooped to his knees, his whole body shattering. He was lost.
                                       …
Stiles was lost. He sobbed into his pillow, his body curling in pain. His
parents had finally left him alone, after he screamed at them to get out, that
they had taken him away from his mate, from Derek.
And the things he said to Derek, the worst things he could have ever said. But
he couldn’t help it, he didn’t care what the doctor said about his mini heats.
Derek had helped him through it just fine. But he knew there was another part
to it. He had seen how out of control Derek had been.
His omega had loved it, loved being the one to make him like that. But as he
writhed on his bed, his body in physical pain from being separated so
traumatically from his mate, he didn’t understand why they had to be so extreme
about it.
Suddenly, a stronger pain shot through him and he cried out, his body quickly
lit up like a flame, his cells prickling with acid.
A heavy gush of slick slid out of his hole, a thick wave of arousal pounding
through him. It was another heat. Stiles placed a hand over his mouth to stifle
the whimpers.
He couldn’t let his parents hear him, the only person he wanted was Derek. He
stumbled out of bed, tearing his clothes off in an effort to cool down.
We need our Alpha, go to him, his inner omega wolf whined. Stiles eyes lit up
gold, his half shift growing from his body.
He was wild, his heat fueling his thoughts. Naked as he was, he opened his
window and leapt from it. He landed hard on the ground, his leg snapping with a
grotesque crunch.
He let out a loud groan as he shifted into his full wolf form. He heard his
father call him, obviously hearing the noise.
Before he could track him, Stiles took off. He sprinted on three legs, his hind
limb tucked close to his body. He went for the forest, for the Hale house.
His wolf took over, his rational thinking fleeing from his mind as he ran to
his mate. He was the only one who could help.
He didn’t know how long it took to get there, not really, he just ran until he
burst through the trees and saw the building coming into view.
It was the group of cars parked outside and the loud yells coming from inside
that made Stiles stop running. He trotted around the house, hiding behind one
of the large tree trunks.
He laid down, muzzle between his paws as he ignored the heat paint rumbling
along his body so he could listen. There were a jumble of voices, some yelling,
others not. He singled Derek’s voice out immediately, his hole clenching at the
sound of his Alpha.
“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF HE DOESN’T HAVE AN OMEGA PETER, STILES IS MINE.” Stiles
felt his chest warm at that, even after what he had said, Derek still saw him
as his mate.
“THAT PACK KILLED TWO RIVAL PACKS IN NEW YORK, THE ALPHA ALONE MURDERED HIS OWN
CHILD, THEY WON’T HESISTATE TO TAKE US OUT. UNITING THE PACKS WOULD SAFEGUARD
US-“
“Stop. Now. Peter, Stiles is Derek’s mate, end of story. And two, those are
just rumors. There isn’t any proof that they had any connection to those
killings.” Talia said, her voice calm, a quiet hush falling over the others.
“Uniting the packs isn’t necessary right now, we don’t even know their
intentions yet.” Derek said, every bit the Alpha he was. “If it comes to that
it will be because we know they want it too and we will make sure we have two
compatible wolves between us who can mate happily. And Peter, don’t question my
mating with Stiles ever again."
“He isn’t your mate yet, nephew. And from what I heard, he doesn’t want you
anymore.” There was a loud growl and a crash.
“Shut your mouth or-“A phone ring interrupted him.
Talia picked it up, speaking to whoever it was on the other line. Stiles
couldn’t hear who was but Talia gasped, “It’s Claudia, Stiles is missing. His
room smells of heat and he ran.”
Before Stiles could hear anyone’s reaction, he was running. He knew Derek would
be out of the house and tracking him in no time.
He could only hope that his scent didn’t linger around the house, he hadn’t
been there that long, and if the clouds in the sky meant anything, it was going
to rain.
Stiles couldn’t run as fast as he needed to with three legs so with a small
whimper of pain, he placed his back leg down, putting pressure on it more and
more as he ran.
The rain started not long after, effectively covering his scent and cooling
Stiles down, if only slightly. But Stiles kept running anyway, his paws and fur
getting wet and muddy.
He stopped at some point, when the sun had set and the rain had been falling
for hours. The run had made his heat bearable, his desperation distracting him
from the intense pain in his stomach and leg.
Stiles found a shallow hole, covered by a jutting out rock, to lay beneath. He
shifted, unable to take the felling of emptiness anymore.
He reached back and plunged two fingers into himself, crying out at the stretch
and relief. He was laying on his side and he let his head fall into the mud as
he cried silently. He refused to make noise, he was too tired.
He didn’t bother thinking about anything in particular, he couldn’t. So he just
let himself cry, his fingers the only comfort he had on the forest floor.
That’s how he fell asleep, cold, wet, and utterly miserable.
                                       …
Derek was a step towards going feral, letting his wolf take complete control
like it wanted to. But if his mother had taught him anything about being a Head
Alpha, it was that when everyone else was losing it, you had to be at your most
stable.
And right now, the entire pack was losing it, even his mother. Their pack was a
close nit one, even if it was large. So whenever one of their own died, it was
as if the entire city of Beacon Hills mourned. And that was if the death was
natural.
But Stiles was only ten, mate of the next Head Alpha, and an omega. He was
cherished by everyone in the town. They all knew the witty little boy who
managed to make everyone smile, even his enigma of a mate.
So right now, everyone, even the humans, were out searching for him. Once his
mom had said he was missing, he had sprinted from the house, shifting while he
ran all the way to Stiles place.
He didn’t notice the light scent of Stiles at the house. Because they were
always together their scents tended to mingle so he always smelled slightly of
the boy.
So instead he bypassed the forest, running towards Stiles house where Claudia
was waiting, eyes red and puffy from crying. John had already left, tracking
his scent.
John tracked it to Derek’s house when it started raining. After that, it was
impossible to catch Stiles’ scent, even for Derek.
The town sent search parties out for him, the weres all in their wolf forms,
noses pressed to the ground. But as the rain got harder and the sun slowly sank
behind the horizon, the chances of finding him that night had slimmed down to
nearly nothing.
Derek had managed to keep calm the entire time, his fear and worry held in,
until people started heading home.
They had to of course, especially the humans who caught colds easily. But as
the black wolf watched them leave, he imagined his little mate, in heat, alone
in the drenched forest. And he did the only thing he could do, he howled.
His head was titled up, his voice full of agony, pleading for his mate to call
back, to come to him.  He didn’t though, and Derek stayed out till morning,
searching.
Chapter End Notes
     So much angst!! Drop your thoughts below please! I am actually at a
     loss after finishing this chapter for some reason. But onward we go!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     So this isn't the craziest chapter, I realize, but it's necessary!
     And we have interesting things to come.
     Regardless, I want to squeeze you all! I know I read fanfiction for
     many reasons but one is for a relaxing escape, and I do hope mine has
     brought you some happiness.
     Please enjoy this chapter, and if you are so inclined, leave a
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                                   Chapter 4
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Stiles woke up to a splitting headache and a body half sunk in mud. He groaned,
remembering the night before. He closed his eyes, regretting everything.
He had ran because he knew what would have happened if he didn’t. They would
have put him into one of the heat centers, to go through it by himself.
Which was basically what he did last night, but he would have the sick feeling
of rejection as he writhed into a warm bed. He preferred this, preferred having
to roll around in the mud, so long as he didn’t have to hear Derek turn him
away again.
But he regretted how worried everyone must be. Stiles pushed himself up,
feeling nauseous at the squelching sound the mud made as he literally pulled
his body out from under it.
He quickly shifted, knowing it would help with the cold of the forest after a
night of rain. His leg was mostly healed, but in a slightly crooked direction,
probably from running.
Stiles slowly began his trek home, wondering how far he actually was. He had
school today, his first day of middle school, but he wouldn’t be there.
He should probably care more than he did, but the empty feeling he had since
Derek left him still weighed down anything else.  
Suddenly, a howl came from his left, loud and angry. Whoever it was wasn’t pack
and Stiles immediately remembered what Peter has said about the rival pack, the
one who had killed countless other wolves.
His ears hugged his head as he moved. If he ran, they’d hear him, but if he was
too slow, his scent would draw them in.
So Stiles slinked away from the howl, back the way he came, being as quiet as
one could in the forest. He could hear a struggle, whimpers and growls coming
from the same area.
It was only when a bark came from behind him that he turned, the dark brown
Alpha that had caught him the last time stood there, his lips peeled back.
Stiles didn’t wait, he turned and sprinted, ignoring the lingering pain in his
leg as the Alpha howled after him, chasing him down.
There was a whoosh, and whine, and then nothing. Stiles didn’t look back,
anxiety building up like a lighthouse that refused to let him do anything else
but run.
After a while, the forest went quiet, the wolves gone, for now. It took him
hours to get back, and he was surprised how far he had gotten. He quickly saw
groups of people and wolves, searching for him.
They called his name over and over, worry etched into their bodies and Stiles
felt horrible. But he couldn’t give himself up just yet.
So he hid, moving towards the humans who wouldn’t be able to catch his scent.
He waited until he was as close as he could get, and then he bolted between
them.
With any luck they’d think he was just another wolf pup but he doubted it.
Especially as they called after him as he ran past.
Stiles headed for his home, wanting nothing but his own bed covered with his
scent. The door was locked so he had to climb up the vines leading to his room,
his leg looking more off than he realized.
Once he got in, he showered, feeling relieved that the burning was gone, for
now. It wasn’t long after he got out, dressing in jeans and a Star Wars T-shirt
for school, did he hear the front door being thrown open.
Stiles waited on his bed, bracing for the lecture. What he didn’t expect was
Derek, destroying his door as he kicked it in.
“D-Derek!” The Alpha was wolfed out, and he came right for him, climbing on top
of the boy. Stiles whimpered, but refused to bare his neck, still angry.
Derek was nonverbal, to out of control to form words but his hands were all
over his mate, his face scenting him, checking to see if he was ok.
Stiles was a mess, they hadn’t been separated for long but he was sure he
wouldn’t be seeing him for a week so he was overwhelmed.
Once Derek went lower, he immediately saw Stiles leg, cupping it gently and
making Stiles stifle a pained whimper.
Derek’s eyes shot to Stiles’ and without a word he picked him up and headed out
of the door. John and Claudia were just running inside with their arms
outstretched for their son.
Derek flashed his eyes at them, a warning growl churning out of him. They both
stopped, unable to challenge their Head Alpha to be and their son’s mate.
Fifteen minutes later and they were at Deaton’s, Derek finally finding his
voice enough to call the man back to his office and inform John and Claudia
what was happening.
He carried him inside, Stiles not saying a word to the Alpha. They went into an
exam room and Derek stood by the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest
while Stiles sat on the bed.
“Stiles-“ The boy opened his mouth to interrupt but Derek slammed his fist into
the wall, not enough to make a hole but enough to mar the paint. “Stop
talking.” Stiles stopped.
“Do you have any idea what the last 24 have done to me? Do you even know how
worried the entire town was? We searched for you all night. You can never do
that again, ever. Do you understand me?”
“May I speak now, Alpha.” Stiles sneered the word, angry at his words and
discomfort at how he was acting. His omega didn’t like treating his Alpha like
this.
“Don’t test me right now Omega.”
“You’re the one that said we couldn’t be around each other. I went into another
heat and I went to your house, I couldn’t stop myself. But you wouldn’t have
helped me anyway. So I ran. I feel bad because everyone was looking for me but
I don’t feel bad about running.” Stiles had his arms crossed, his lips pouting.
Derek sighed his shoulders still tensed even as they slumped.
“Stiles, it’s my own fault I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me. But
you have to understand why we have to spend less time together. We can’t
trigger you to have another heat.”
“But why? You helped me the first time, and it didn’t hurt or anything!”
“Baby, you don’t understand this because you’ve had me around since you were
young but we are very different from everyone else.”
 “How?” Stiles asked incredulously.
“Well-“
Deaton walked through the door, looking from Derek to Stiles. “Did I interrupt
anything?”
“Yes,” Stiles murmured, his eyes cast down.
“We will finish our talk after Deaton looks at your leg.” Stiles frowned but
remained silent. Derek nodded at Deaton who went to the boy. Derek repressed
the growl in his chest at the doctors proximity to his mate.
He touched the leg, turning it over gently. “You must have broken it when you
jumped from your window,” Derek growled at that, “and you put weight on it to
run, “another growl, Stiles looking more sheepish by the minute, “which caused
it to heal at the wrong angle.”
“Stiles!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was gonna do that!” Derek ran a palm down his
face, thinking of what could have happened to his omega, all because he had
made him stay away.
“Well, either way, the bone needs to be set back into place but it is almost
fully healed.” He looked to Derek who immediately knew what he meant.
The Alpha walked over to Stiles who was looking between the two, confused.
Derek sat on the exam table, behind Stiles, wrapping his arms around the boy’s
waist.
“Let me go get Boyd, he will be able to do it so we don’t have to use any
tools.” Derek merely nodded as the doctor left.
“W-What’s happening?” Stiles was scared, feeling the tension in the air.
“Baby, your bone healed the wrong way, we have to get it back to normal. So
Boyd, you remember him, one of the Alphas in the pack? He is mated to Erica.”
“The beta who always gives me candy?”
“Yeah, that’s her. Well her mate, Boyd, is going to have to re-break the bone,
so Dr. Deaton can set it back in place.”
Stiles wasn’t dumb. He didn’t need things spelled out for him all the time but
it took him a second to comprehend what he was saying.
Deaton walked in, followed by Boyd who was wearing scrubs. Stiles immediately
started to panic.
“No! No no please. It’s gonna hurt.” His legs started kicking out, Derek’s
hands the only thing holding him in place.
“Stiles, we can’t put you under anesthetic. It burns too quickly through
werewolf blood. The only thing strong enough for werewolves is too risky
because you are so young. We only use that in cases of emergency.”
“This is an emergency! Alpha, please, please don’t let them hurt me!” Stiles
turned his head, pushing back into his mate.
Derek gritted his teeth, his instincts screaming to get his mate away from the
threat.
“Is there really no anesthetic you can use?”
“Anything we could give him wouldn’t have any effect and what we use for
surgeries on werewolves is too strong. It would knock him out for a week. If we
give him too much, it could kill him. This isn’t that serious.”
Derek knew that, he’d been put under for a minor surgery a few years back. He’d
been bed ridden for days, unable to move much at all. And Stiles was only ten.
“I don’t care! I’ll sleep for a month just don’t break it again!” The pain
would be worse this time because he wasn’t in heat and he didn’t have
adrenaline pumping through him. Derek growled his frustration, thinking before
making a decision.
“Deaton, go get the anesthetic you normally give humans. It may not work for
very long but if you do the break right after you inject him it should at least
dull it. That’s the best we can do.”
Deaton nodded to Boyd who went to get the medication.
“Stiles, I need you to calm down, I’ll be able to give you pain killer after it
is done and you’ll heal quickly but we need to do this.”
Stiles was panicking, his breath coming in quickly. Derek started his rumbling,
his head dipping down to rub against Stiles’ neck.
It helped somewhat, his heartbeat still fast but not dangerously so. It didn’t
take Boyd long to come back with the syringe.
Derek grabbed both of Stiles’ hands, pinning them to his sides as he held his
chest while Deaton started cleaning the area.
“N-No, please Alpha, make them stop.” Stiles was shaking, Derek doing his best
not to lash out at Deaton or Boyd like his wolf desperately wanted to.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” He began whispering into his ear, trying to distract
his mate. “Your birthday is coming up isn’t it? Why don’t we do something
special for it huh?”
Stiles just whimpered, caught between how good his Alpha felt behind him, the
words coming out of his mouth, and the alcohol being spread on his skin.
“Why don’t we have a party, we can invite the pack. You’d love it.”
Deaton held onto his other leg, so he couldn’t kick. Boyd put on sterilized
gloves, and quickly grabbed Stiles’ shin, the healed over fracture in between
his hands.
“Derek, do not attempt to take his pain away until the bone is reset, if you
interrupt the blood flow he could hemorrhage.” Derek cursed, squeezing his boy.
“Alright Boyd, the second I removed the needle, you know what to do.” The break
was fairly obvious, Stiles’ right shin crooked to the right, and the bone would
break more easily than others, as it had just healed.
“Stiles, I’m sorry.” Boyd looked into the omega’s eyes, his human justification
the only thing overriding his inner Alpha that would never hurt an omega,
especially and omega of his pack.
Stiles had his head turned as far into Derek’s shoulder as he could. “Take a
deep breath,” Deaton said, watching as the boy sucked in a huge gulp of air.
He pressed the needle into his leg, Stiles’ body seizing as he cried out his
exhale. Deaton pushed the liquid in, pulled the needle out, and Boyd broke his
leg, all in quick succession.
The tears Stiles had been holding back burst from his chest in a loud sob that
turned into a scream as Boyd turned the bone, setting in back in place.
Deaton wrapped a splint around the leg and Derek immediately drew his mate’s
pain away, black running over his skin. Derek couldn’t help the threatening
growl he shot at the other two, who quickly stepped back.
Derek released Stiles, his hands soothing over the boy’s legs and chest as he
cried. He wasn’t in too much pain anymore but the stress that had been building
up was washed out in his tears.
“I’m so sorry baby, it’s ok, it’s over now, no more.” Deaton checked over the
bone while Boyd went to grab the pain medication from the pharmacy.
“A-Alpha, don’t leave me. Please d-don’t leave me alone again.” Derek just held
him, completely unsure of what to do.
                                       …
They sat in Derek’s loft. It was small compared to the Hale house, but it was
perfect for him. Stiles was sitting in the giant bean bag chair, licking his
ice cream cone Derek’s had gotten him.
His leg was healing well, still in the split, elevated by a pillow. Derek
watched as his omega slurped the ice cream down, his eyes much happier.
He sighed, trying not to focus on Stiles’ little tongue that lathed over the
cone, pulling back into his mouth covered in white.
“Baby, we need to talk.” Stiles froze, staring up at the older man. He nodded a
little bit, his eyes growing worried.
“You need to know that I don’t want to stay away from you –“he held up his
hand, stopping Stiles from saying anything, “just let me finish ok?”
“Stiles, we are very different from most mates. You’re not only young, but I am
nine years older than you. And you’ve grown up thinking it was normal, that we
can do things that other mates can. But you have to understand that most mates
are the same age. They either grow up together or meet later in life, like your
parents. That means they can do things like helping the other through a heat or
kissing or anything.”
“But we do that.”
“I know, but we haven’t gone too far. I haven’t knotted you, we haven’t had
full sex. I haven’t claimed you, pup.” Derek couldn’t afford to tiptoe around
this topic, not if he wanted Stiles to understand.
“W-What’s knotting?” He knew what sex was, his parents spoke to him about it,
saying he should know considering who his mate was. That never made sense to
him.
“You know how males have penises?” Stiles nodded, a soft blush coloring his
cheeks. “Well, at the base of an Alpha’s penis is his knot. It expands inside
of their mate, locking them together for a while.”
“Why does it do that?” The ice cream was slowly melting, nearly dripping onto
Stiles’ hand but the boy didn’t pay it any attention.
“So that, if they are an omega, they get pregnant.”
“With puppies?”
“Yes, baby. And that is what usually happens during a heat, or even normal sex,
between mates. But with us, it’s different. I can’t even fit inside you without
hurting you, because you’re so young. And if I knotted you, you could tear
open.” Stiles winced, looking down as his face got redder.
“That is why you going into these heats is dangerous. My wolf doesn’t
understand that you’re not old enough. He thinks if you’re old enough for a
heat then you are old enough to be bred, but that isn’t true. And it is very
hard to control myself when we do things, especially when you’re in heat. I
don’t want to hurt you by accident. Do you understand?”
Derek stared at Stiles, watching as the boy thought about what he said.
“I get it, I think, but we are mates. Why can’t we just keep doing what we
normally do, just not when I have heats?”  Derek sighed.
“I’ll put it this way, the only reason I’ve been able to do the things I have
with you, is because we are mates. Your parents respect me and my family and
they don’t want you to suffer. But Stiles, if I wasn’t your mate and I did
those things to you, I would be in jail.” The boy’s eyes bulged, understanding
dawning on him.
“O-Oh.” Derek stayed silent, letting that sink in. Stiles remembered when his
dad had arrested a man who had “hurt a little boy like him.” So Derek was like
that with him, but he was his mate so that changed things, but not a lot.
“But does that mean I can’t see you?”
“Well, let’s start with two days a week? If you don’t get a heat maybe we can
up that to three or four days? But we have to try something baby. I know it
will be hard, and it won’t always be this way, but I have to keep you safe,
even from me.” Stiles looked down, sad, but nodded.
“Deaton also said, we have to find the balance, meaning that we can’t go
overboard with how much time we spend together and what we do, but if we
deprive ourselves too much, it will also trigger a heat. So,” he said, standing
and walking over to Stiles, “I called your parents and they said you can spend
the night tonight. Tomorrow we will pick up your school things and I’ll drop
you off. How does that sound?”
Stiles grinned, nodding enthusiastically.
“Can we watch Star Wars?”
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading!! I hope you liked that. Stiles is slowly
     starting to understand why their relationship is not normal, I wonder
     how this will affect him?
     I hope to see some of you down below!
     QUESTION: How old do you all want Stiles to be when he is claimed
     (sex, knotting, bond bite, etc)? He is going to be under 18, that I
     know, but I want some input about how you all feel is too young or
     too old so that I can plan properly. Let me know!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     First off, thank you to everyone who replied to my question about
     which age they think is appropriate for Stiles claiming. I'm not
     giving away the answer, you will all have to wait and see but what I
     can say is that Stiles won't be too close to the age of consent. I
     have this story tagged as underage for a reason!
     I also don't truly think they would be able to wait that long,
     remember guys this world is ruled by instinct and Derek has already
     waited years for Stiles. He's 19! But whatever age I decide on, I
     will work it into the story as nicely as I can!
     Anyway, I am a sucker for comments, honestly. Thank you to all who
     are reading this! Your support means the world to me.
     I do not have a beta, and you bet your fluffy butt that I make a
     lotta mistakes. So patience is appreciated.
     Now, on to the fic! Enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                   Chapter 5
Stiles was currently sitting on Derek lap, in his Camaro, kissing the older
male. The entire night they had spent cuddling, Derek’s large frame tucked
around his mate.
Stiles had been good, not provoking Derek even once. Only because he made him
promise to kiss him hello and goodbye whenever they saw each other.
And sure, he was pushing it, his hips grinding down into Derek, but he couldn’t
help it. His instincts screamed for him to do certain things, act a certain way
around Derek, and he had never had any reason to ignore or deny those urges.
Derek, on the other hand, was in control of the kiss, one hand on the back of
Stiles neck, the other on his hip. He stopped Stiles from slipping his tongue
into his mouth, softly biting the boys lip and pulling his head back.
Stiles had whined but kept silent, not wanting to stop. Derek tried hard to
compromise with his boy, letting him rub his bottom into his groin, it would
mean he’d have to go home and take care of his erection later, but it kept
Stiles scent calm, so he allowed it.
He pulled back, watching as Stiles’ little tongue darted out to lick his lips.
“Ok pup, you have to go inside now, we got here early so we could spend some
time together but people are starting to show up and you missed your first day.
You don’t wanna be late.”
Stiles pouted but dipped his head in a mini nod, crawling off Derek into the
passage seat where his Pokémon backpack was.
“So,” Stiles mumbled, eyes looking down as he twirled his hands, “We get to
spend the day together on Saturday?” Derek smiled fondly.
“Yes baby, I will see you on Saturday. And you can call me using your house
phone any time ok?” Stiles smiled softly, nodding.
“Ok, bye Derek!” Stiles yelled, his eyes bright as he pushed open the door and
swung out. The Alpha watched as his omega ran inside the middle school, a skip
in his step and he was happy he’d been able to make him that way.
Stiles on the other hand was practically jumping he was so happy. His world was
fluffy and full of Derek right up until he was shoved forward, landing face
first into the floor.
He growled, turning over and looking up into the face of Jackson, a beta in his
pack that hated him.
“What do you want Jackson?”
“I saw that Stilinski. I saw you making out with that old man. You’re sick you
know that?” Stiles was taken aback, his mouth dropping open.
“He is my mate stupid and he isn’t an old man!” He replied, pushing himself up
from the ground, a small bump forming on his head.
He shuffled away, going to his first class as he ignored Jacksons reply. Scott
was in three of his classes this year, which meant it would be the best year
yet. And the first half of the day was as good as he thought, until lunch.
By then, Jackson has told the entire school about Stiles and Derek’s “make out
session.” Any everyone had something to say about it.
“Ew.”
“That’s gross.”
“Your mate is way older than you huh? That’s not normal.”
“Is he even really your mate?”
“Scott and Allison are mates but they are the same age.”
“So, is there something wrong with your mate bond?”
And those were the innocent comments. The bullies of the school, especially the
Alphas, had a lot of fun not only commenting on the rumor, but shoving Stiles
into walls, tripping him into the ground, and knocking his head to the side.
The eighth graders were the worst.
“Little slut.”
“You are so desperate for a knot you’ll fuck an adult?”
“I can show you a good time omega, make you forget about the old man you call
your mate.”
“You know, my dad works with your dad. He says adults that touch little kids
are disgusting. That they deserve to be killed.”
That was what did it. Stiles could mostly handle being called names, but when
they brought Derek into it, he snapped.
He had lost control, eyes glowing gold, fangs pulled back in a snarl as he
dragged his tiny claws across the cheek of the other boy.
He was quickly pulled away from him, a teacher yanking him to the principal’s
office that smelled of fake leather and human.
“Why did you attack another student Stiles?”
“He-He was bullying me!”
“How”
“He knocked my into the wall and-“
“You know Stiles,” the man said, his graying hair stood frozen on his head,
“I’ve been hearing a lot of things about you today. You were seen with Alpha
Hale in his car this morning, is that correct?”
“Y-Yes sir, he’s my mate.”
“Right, right.” The principal shook his head, Stiles ears picking up his hushed
“Fucking pedophile.”
“Well, we don’t want you to have or start any trouble when you’ve just started
school Stiles. So if anything else happens, come let us know before you do
anything ok?”
“They’ve been doing stuff all day!”
“Alphas will be Alphas, I’m sure they are just joking.” Stiles was at a lost as
he nodded along to whatever the man said, not really hearing him.
He was soon let out, his head a mess of thoughts. The rest of the day went very
similarly, Scott completely oblivious to his friends suffering.
Claudia picked him up for school and Stiles was unusually silent on the ride
home. He was starting to learn just how abnormal his relationship with Derek
was.
                                       …
What is a “pedophile?” Stiles asked, his first words during all of dinner. John
and Claudia shared a look, both of them unsure of how to continue.
“Well,” John cleared his throat, putting his fork down, “they are people who
are attracted to children.”
“…Are they bad?”
“Ah, yes. They are arrested and are sent to jail if they act on their
feelings.” Stile swallowed thickly, his eyes darting all over the table.
“B-But why?”
“They hurt little kids honey, they touch them in ways they shouldn’t”
Stiles felt his anxiety spike, “Is Derek one of them?” His mind starting going
a mile a minute and every thought flew from his mouth.
“Is he going to Jail? Is he a bad person? Am I a bad person? Is that why we
can’t see each other?” His breath was coming fast, his vision spinning as his
eyes unfocused.
His mom was by his side in seconds, running a hand over his head, soothing him.
After he calmed down, the haze over his mind clearing, he met the concerned
gaze of his father.
“Stiles, one, Derek is not a pedophile. He can’t help his feelings not because
of any mental issue but because you are mates. You are biologically made to
react to each other. And two, where did you hear that word, who told you that?”
Stiles looked down, letting his dad’s words settle over him. Derek had said
something similar, that because they were mates, it changed everything. But he
didn’t really understand how.
And he couldn’t tell them about the bullies, not even the principal helped. And
he felt strange, almost ashamed about everything.
“Just heard some kids talking about it today and it sounded like me and Derek.”
“Well, it’s not. You two may be different and things can be hard, but there is
nothing wrong with either of you.” Claudia patted his head, shooting another
look at her mate before she sat back down.
Stiles wasn’t so sure anymore.
                                       …
Knuckles busted against his eye and cheekbone, his body slamming into the wall
behind him. The chuckles of the football team slowly fading as they walked
away.
Stiles let himself fall to the ground, his ribs cracked, his legs bruised. They
had ganged up on him in the locker room, when he went looking for Scott, saying
he was a “desperate omega whore who couldn’t wait for his Alpha’s cock.”
His face was red with humiliation, his claws splattered with the blood he
managed to scratch from them.  
“Are you ok?”
Stiles whipped his head toward the voice, spotting a scrawny boy peeking around
the corner, thick rimmed glassed pushed up into his eyes.
“Uh, y-yeah. I’m ok. Thanks.” The other boy walked up to him, balancing two
textbooks in his arms as he reached a hand out towards Stiles.
Stiles grabbed it, using the wall and his help to stand.
“Thank you,” Stiles smiled weakly, “I’ve never seen you before, what’s your
name?”
“I’m Kevin, I just moved here. Sorry that happened to you.”
Stiles eyed him, noticing the smaller frame with sandy blonde hair that stuck
up in all directions, black glasses, and a Naruto t-shirt. A quick sniff let
out that he was an Alpha werewolf and Stiles almost laughed, appearances really
meant nothing.
“Nice shirt, dude.” The kid smiled wide, his eyes bright.
“Thanks! Do you want to walk out together?” Stiles didn’t miss the protective
posturing of his shoulders. Scrawny or not, he was an Alpha, wanting to protect
an omega.
Stiles ignored the twinge of annoyance, not liking the hovering if it wasn’t
Derek, but he was just being nice. And considering how the last couple of days
went, Stiles could use nice.
So they left the locker room and headed to the front, the halls emptying as
school ended. They joked about anime as they walked and Stiles was laughing,
really laughing. It was nice after this week.
Once they walked through the doors and out into the open, a familiar scent
floated into Stiles’ nose. He jerked his head toward the parking lot, seeing a
tall man standing by a black car.
Stiles almost fell back in horror as he realized it was the rival Alpha. The
man waved and Stiles was about to turn and run when Kevin lifted his hand and
waved back.
“Hey dad!” He looked at Stiles, grinning, “See ya tomorrow Stiles!”
Stiles just gaped as he watched the boy jog over to the man, jumping to hug
him. The Alpha let his son down, patting his head and then looked up.
He spotted Stiles and waved, a slow grin spreading onto his face. Stiles just
backed up, pushing the doors open and slipping inside.
Once the doors closed, he turned and ran down the hall, freaked out and really
sore. He couldn’t go home till the bruises on his face healed anyway.
                                       …
“Hey baby.” Stiles stomach swooned at the sound of his Alpha, his wolf whining
to be with him.
“Hey Der!”
“How has school been? You didn’t call me yesterday.”
“I-I know, I’m sorry, I was just tired. School is good! But I, uh, kinda wanted
to ask about the rival pack.” Derek’s voice changed, becoming a little more
stiff.
“What about them?”
“Just if they are staying here. I met a boy named Kevin today, his dad is their
Head Alpha! I was really freaked out at first when I saw him standing outside
but he didn’t actually hurt me so maybe he isn’t a bad guy even though Peter
says-“
“Stiles! You said you met his son?”
“Uh, yeah. He’s really nice Derek! Even helped me when-ah” Stiles tripped over
his words, almost telling him what happened. “W-With some homework.”
“Stiles you stay away from him ok? The rivals, the Anderson pack, haven’t
caused any trouble so far. They are staying in West Springs, the town over. I’m
not sure why his son is going to your school but I’ll look into it. But for now
be careful ok?”
“I will, Alpha. What are we gonna do on Saturday?” Stiles was giddy about it.
It would be Friday tomorrow and then he could be with Derek.
“I thought we could go shopping for your party next Saturday, get anything you
want.”
Stiles gasped, “Yeah Yeah, lets go! Can we go eat at Alpha Talia’s restaurant?”
He could hear Derek smile over the phone.
“Yes we can if you want, even though we always go there. Make sure you’re ready
in the morning ok?”
“Ok! I’ll be ready Alpha. I can’t wait to see you!”
“Good boy, me too.” Stiles whimpered at the name, his legs shaking a little
bit. His mind flashed back to the bullies, their words biting into him all over
again. Slut. Whore.
“O-Ok Derek! Bye!” He quickly said and hung up, throwing the phone back onto
his bed, his face red at his reaction.
Was he really like that? He remembered how good it felt rubbing on Derek’s lap,
feeling how hard he was against his bottom.
Stiles shifted uncomfortably, remembering how wet he got for his Alpha, how his
finger hadn’t been enough. How he had wanted more.
Stiles buried his face in his pillow, trying to get the thoughts of out his
head, especially as slick slowly slid out of his hole. This didn’t happen to
the other kids. Scott never said this happened to him and Allison.
Something was wrong with him, there had to be.
                                       …
“This is Kevin! He’s gonna come with us to get ice cream!” Scott said, pulling
the arm of the other kid.
“Hey dude!”
“You guys know each other?” Stiles nodded, smiling at the nerdy Alpha. Isaac
suddenly tackled them from behind, and they fell, wrestling each other and
eventually pulling Kevin into the dog pile, or wolf pile as it was.
Isaac and Scott had convinced him to get ice cream at the new parlor that
opened up near the Hale’s Restaurant and Pub. Stiles couldn’t think of a better
idea.
They all poured into Melissa’s car, Kevin running to ask his dad if he could
come with. The man had leered over at the group but let him go, an odd smile on
his face.
Once they got there they all sprinted inside, their cheeks bright red with
excitement. The ice cream parlor was styled like an old 50s diner, complete
with checkered floors, a jukebox, and records that covered the wall.
Isaac couldn’t stop talking about pink bubble gum, Scott addicted to vanilla
with rainbow sprinkles, Kevin choosing normal chocolate, and Stiles going with
his favorite mint chocolate chip.
Mellissa just smiled, watching as they boys devoured the ice cream, their
mouths getting it all over.
“So Kevin, you and your family just moved?”
“Ah- yes ma’am. We moved to West Springs. We used to live in New York.”
“Wow, that’s really far away. Why did your dad put you into Beacon Hills Middle
School when you live a town over?”
 “He said,” Kevin slurped the rest of his ice cream from the bottom of the cup,
“that he likes this school better. He says there are more werewolves here like
me”
“Ah, well I’m glad the boys brought you along, feel free to come over any time
you want. Scott loves friends.”
“Mooom, I’m right here! But yeah Kev, you should come over this weekend. We can
play Halo! Stiles do you want to come?”
“Uh, what about me?”
“You live with us Isaac, you’ll already be there.”
“Doesn’t mean you don’t have to invite me.” Isaac huffed and they all laughed.
Isaac had been in foster homes before he met Scott and Mellissa, the two taking
him in immediately.
“I can’t go tomorrow.”
“Why?” The other three chimed in.
“Uh, I’m seeing Derek tomorrow.” The silence that fell was uncomfortable.
“Everyone keeps saying things about you and Derek,” Isaac said.
“Saying what? What are people saying about them?” Scott knew nothing of course.
Stiles didn’t want Scott knowing what people called him. He wouldn’t be able to
handle it if his best friend felt the same way.
“That Stiles is gross for having an older mate.”
“Isaac! Don’t listen to people like that, Derek and Stiles can’t help their age
difference.” But the words were out, and Stiles was already up and running out
of the shop.
After his feelings built up all week, hearing Isaac say something about it, was
the last straw. He burst outside, breathing heavily.
He wrapped his arms around himself, shame rolling through him. He didn’t get
it. Derek was his mate, but everyone thought it was weird, even adults. He
looked around, hoping no one was staring.
A familiar bearded face caught his eye through the windows of Talia’s
Restaurant and Stiles lit up. He was about to run over, jump into his mates
arms and forget everything that happened this week.
Until he saw the female sitting across from him. She had long blonde way hair
and bright blue eyes. She was beautiful.
Derek was smiling at her, smiling. Derek didn’t smile at anyone but Stiles. He
scared most everyone, and for good reason.
But to Derek, Stiles was special. He was always tender with him and no one
else. Stiles felt a rush of something painful and angry and sad get clogged in
his throat. He was jealous, and hurt.
And that was before the female reached out and touched Derek’s hand, looking
encouraging. Stiles felt his little fists squeeze, his gut swirling.
It wasn’t like him not to say something, especially to his mate. But he
remembered what the people at school said.
He wasn’t desperate. He was still unsure about the whole normal mates thing,
but he didn’t want to prove everyone right. He didn’t need to run to his Alpha.
So as insecurity bubbled deep inside of him, Stiles walked down the road to the
police department, ignoring the feelings that threatened to take over.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter felt a bit jumpy to me, which I guess it was. But I
     wanted to give the impression that Stiles is highly focused on these
     particular events.
     It is super interesting to think how those not involved would view a
     relationship like Derek's and Stiles'.
     Please please let me know your thoughts! I am begging here. Comments
     not only make me feel awesome and make me want to write but I love
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***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh my gooooood, I was so excited to write this and I couldn't stop.
     So here it is!
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                                   Chapter 6
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Stiles was up early, unable to sleep. He was excited to see Derek, really
excited, but he kept thinking about that girl. She must have been around
Derek’s age.
No one would think anything of it if they were mates. They’d probably
congratulate Derek, all loving their Alpha’s new wife.
Everyone would see them how they saw Scott and Alison, meant to be, normal.
Stiles tried desperately to shake the thoughts form his head but when he found
he couldn’t, he got up.
The sun had been up maybe an hour when Stiles made his way downstairs and into
the kitchen, planning to make himself his special waffles.
Cooking and baking, no matter how many people would coo over how “omega” it was
of him, was one of Stiles’ favorite things to do.
When his ADHD wouldn’t settle down, it helped to focus on a recipe, on a stove
or oven where the distractions in his head went quiet, or else he would burn
something.
He collected all the ingredients for his special triple chocolate waffles with
chocolate chips, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup.
He was halfway done, pouring his batter into the waffle maker when his mom came
down the stairs, rubbing her eyes.
“Honey, what are you doing up so early?”
“I was hungry! Do you want some mom?” She came up behind him, grinning.
“Oh your father is going to ecstatic. Make some for all of us! Don’t forget
Derek!”
“I-I wouldn’t forget him.” Stiles blushed, knowing Derek liked his waffles
plain with half maple syrup, half chocolate. He would make them fresh just
before Derek got to their house.
He remembered when Derek first complimented Stiles waffles, the omega balanced
in his lap at the dining room table as the boy fed him a mouthful of the fluffy
pastry.
Ever since, Stiles would only make waffles when he was going to see Derek, just
so he could make him some too.
Claudia dragged John down at some point, the Sheriff blurry eyed as he sat at
the table, dimly sipping a cup of coffee. He would probably die without her to
take care of him.
Stiles finished up the waffles, drizzling the chocolate syrup in a perfect
swirl on top while he balanced on his stepping stool.
His mom helped him take them to the table, his dad’s eyes looking suspiciously
more awake as he stared at the sugary mess.
Derek would be there at 8 and Stiles timed it perfectly, topping off his hot
waffles just as a knock sounded at the door.
John stood, preparing to greet Derek when Stiles whipped past him like a
bullet, sprinting for the door.
He ripped it open, flinging himself at Derek. The Alpha saw it coming, catching
the boy easily and pressing him hard to his chest.
The two nuzzled each other, feeling slightly overwhelmed by their own
desperation. Being apart was taking its toll.
Derek breathed in his omega’s sweet scent, “I’ve missed you pup.” Stiles leaned
in more, rubbing his head on the underside of his mate’s jaw.
Stiles only whimpered a little, still lost in the sensation of being back in
his mate’s arms after so long. Before the whole heat fiasco, they’d seen each
other every single day, sometimes more if they could.
Stiles was glad nothing had changed, his Derek was still his. It didn’t matter
what anyone said, they were mates and Stiles knew it.
Derek walked through the threshold, closing the door behind him as he cradled
his boy. He had smelt the waffles the second he drove up, his wolf restless and
wary from being apart from his mate.
“Good to see you again, Derek.” John nodded respectfully at the Alpha.
“Good morning hun! Stiles was up since early baking these.” Claudia gestured to
the plate where Stiles always sat with him before she started coughing roughly.
John frowned at her but she waved him off.
  Neither of them stood, understanding Derek’s need to be close to Stiles, if
they approached, it would challenge his wolf.
Derek sank into the chair, frowning down at the waffles. Normally, Stiles would
draw something with the syrup, something he only did for him. But this time, it
was only a swirl.
He asked Stiles about it, the boy blushing as he tucked his cheek into the
elder’s chest, “I-I’m not a little kid anymore,” was his only reply.
Something felt wrong about that, but Derek let it go, choosing to wolf his food
down, rumbling with approval which made Stiles giggle and press closer.
When it was time to leave, Stiles ran upstairs to gather his things for his
overnight stay, quickly running back down to stand next to Derek.
He twisted his hands around the handles of his backpack, holding back his urge
to hold Derek’s hand as they walked out to the car.
Stiles waved to his parents who were wrapped around each other as he got into
the Camaro. Derek slid in, starting up the car and they were off, the Alpha
reaching over to grab Stiles’ hand.
“Melissa told me that Vince, the Head Alpha of the Anderson pack, told his son
that he was at your school because there are more werewolves he can bond with.”
Stiles looked up at Derek, the man focused on the road.
“Do you believe that?”
“…I don’t know, honestly. I looked into the roster at West Springs Middle
School and it’s true, we have more weres here. And their pack hasn’t been any
trouble so far but I don’t trust them. You need to be careful around Kevin.”
“But Kevin is nice!” Stiles protested, remembering how he had helped him after
the football team beat him.
“Baby, I believe you, but you still need to be careful okay? Just until we find
out why they are here and what they want.” Derek squeezed his hand.
They pulled up to the party store not to long after, Stiles throwing his door
open with both hands as he tried jumping out.
Derek just laughed, reaching over to unbuckle him, As Stiles had apparently
forgot. The omega was inside before Derek even got out of the car.
Once inside, Stiles was everywhere, eyes bulging out at the colorful party hats
and streamers. He was about to run around to the next isle when he was suddenly
in the air.
Strong arms lifted him by the waist, settling him down on a thick pair of
shoulders. Stiles laughed loudly, his legs pressing into Derek’s chest.
“Ok, pup. What kind of party do you want?” Derek said, a green basket dangling
from his hand as he shifted from foot to foot, making Stiles laugh.
“Star Wars?” Derek smiled, already on the way to the themed isle. Turns out
that Derek needed a bigger basket. They cleaned out the Star War’s party gear.
Stiles wanted plates, napkins, streamers, hand held popping fireworks that were
shaped like light sabers and small Star War’s toys for party bags.
Derek had wanted to go all out for his mate, and he did. Money wasn’t an
object, not only because he was a Hale, but he worked as a software developer
for several companies, hacking for others, and helped at his mom’s restaurant
when he could fit in time between his online college classes.
The fact that he was providing for his mate, all while watching the boy’s eyes
light up, made his wolf howl inside of him.
“Thank you Alpha,” Stiles purred, hugging Derek hard once they were outside,
bags in hand.
“Of course, baby. How about we drop these off at the loft and watch a movie
before we go eat?”
Stiles grinned, “Ok!”
                                       …
“I’m surprised, you haven’t kissed me.” Derek was behind Stiles, his legs
caging the boy in as they watched The Office. “I thought that was a rule.”
Stiles tensed immediately, and Derek noticed.
“I-I don’t think we have to do that. It’s ok.” Stiles was lying, of course.
Derek didn’t need to hear the jump in his heartbeat to know it.
He had been needy all morning, and though Derek loved it and had expected it,
Stiles hadn’t been overly touchy, holding himself back. He had sat on the other
couch when they got to the loft, Derek was the one that pulled him into his
lap.
“Stiles, what is wrong?”
“Uh, uh, c-can we go eat now? I’m hungry.” Derek’s wolf snapped to attention
and started nagging him to feed their mate.
 He turned Stiles around, settling him back down facing him. “Stiles, I asked
you a question.”
“Nothing, ok! I don’t wanna talk about it. Can we please just go?” Derek
paused, scenting Stiles’ desperation.
“We can go, I won’t force you to talk to me right now. But I expect some
answers tonight so think about it so we can talk, ok?” Derek leaned in, his
lips softly pressing into Stiles’.
He felt the boy tense, smelt his confliction, but as promised he dropped it,
picking the boy up and getting ready to leave.
He would figure out what it was at some point
                                       …
“Alpha Talia!” Stiles ran up to the woman, jumping into her arms as she swung
him up high. She was smiling big, all teeth.
“What do you we have here? I didn’t know you were coming!” Stiles was giggling
as she set him down, Derek coming up behind him.
“He wanted to come, keeps talking about the curly fries.”
“Oh, well thank you for wanting to see me too Derek!” She joked, reaching up to
smack his temple. She looked down to Stiles, “I’ll have the cook fry fresh ones
just for you. Sit anywhere you want!”
Stiles immediately ran for the high rise corner booth, his favorite spot while
his hand curled around Derek’s as he pulled him along.
Stiles was almost jumping in his seat, excited to eat and his wolf was more
content than he’d been all week, finally being with his mate.
Derek was smiling at him, his leg reaching out to touch his and Stiles felt the
stress from the weak leave him all at once.
In spite of what everyone had said, Derek was still his mate and he only ever
looked at Stiles like that. They might not understand but they didn’t have to.
“Derek! Didn’t think I’d see you back here so soon!” Just as the stress had
left Stiles, it shot back up his spine and into his brain in seconds when his
eyes landed on the blonde as she placed two glasses of water down.
She was beautiful, gorgeous really. Her hair had a natural wave to it that
tickled her lower back. Its thickness complimented the deep green eyes that
were tucked beneath light makeup.
She had an athletic body, her uniform clinging to ample curves. And she was
beaming at Derek, her eyes glowing. The cherry on top, the one that really dug
into Stiles chest, was that she was an omega, her scent a sweet perfume.
Derek looked up at her, smiling softly and Stiles whimpered, unable to stop
himself. The Alpha shot him a concerned, questioning look.
“You ok, baby?” Stiles nodded, staring down at the table.
“Oh! Is this little boy your mate?” She practically sang.
“Yes. Stiles this is Gwenevieve. Gwen, this is my omega Stiles.” Derek
introduced them, Stiles finally lifting his head to glare at the female.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you Stiles! This guy just loves you!” She
exclaimed, punching Derek in the shoulder playfully. Stiles growled at her, his
ears turning red with anger.
“Stiles, be respectful.” The omega’s wolf felt scolded by its mate and Alpha
but Stiles was too angry to be nice, so he settled for crossing his arms, his
back thumping hard on the booth.
Gwenevieve just giggled, “Oh how cute is he! So Derek, you going to get another
burger this time?” Stiles felt himself burn, Derek never got a burger here,
ever.
“No, no, just a sirloin, for the both of us. 6 oz for him with curly fries, 14
oz for me with vegetables, both rare. And a chocolate milkshake.”
She whistled, “Ok big guy, coming right up!” She winked and sashayed off.
“Stiles, what has gotten into you-“
“Who is she? Why did you come here with her yesterday? Why did you get a burger
with her when you always get a steak, we always get steaks! W-Why…why,” Stiles
was crying, humiliated.
His mind was filled with too much. Gwen was beautiful, she was an omega, and
she had spent time with Derek. But she didn’t exactly do anything. So was
Stiles wrong to be jealous? Was he only jealous because of what everyone kept
saying? Do mates get jealous like this? Or was he only acting like this because
he wasn’t normal? Some people said he was normal but a lot said he wasn’t. So
which was it? What did he think? He didn’t know, he didn’t know, he didn’t
know.
Stiles pushed himself out of the booth and ran, running always helped. Except
it didn’t because Derek caught him with one arm, holding the boy as he walked
them both outside.
He walked them around the corner, into the small alley between the buildings.
Derek sat on the ground, boxing Stiles in on his lap.
The boy was covering his face, tears continuing to stream down.
“Stiles, baby, please talk to me, what is going on?” Derek sounded like he had
been punched in the stomach, unable to stand seeing Stiles in this much pain.
He had to pull on the boy’s hands until he uncovered his face, his eyes swollen
and wet. With a few hiccuped breaths, Stiles threw himself on Derek, a cracked
sob wailing from him.
Derek could only hold him, his hands rubbing down Stiles’ back, his face
nuzzling the younger’s head. In all the years they had been together, Stiles
had never been like this.
This was agony, plain and simple. It made the boy’s sharp rain scent smell like
acid. Stiles was always the upbeat one, the optimistic one that made everyone
else feel better.
Derek had felt privileged that Stiles let his guard down with him. Stiles
didn’t have to worry about being too rambunctious or too needy or too anything
with him, because Derek loved and accepted every part of the omega.
 He had always felt secure in the knowledge that he knew Stiles the best, took
care of him the way no one else did. But as Stiles sobbed uncontrollably into
his chest, Derek felt like a failure.
He was going to be the Head Alpha, and he was ready for the job. He was
renowned for his leadership abilities, always the one his pack relied on.
And yet here he was, holding his broken mate and having absolutely no clue why
or how he had gotten that way.
So Derek did the only thing he could think of, he half-shifted, pulling Stiles
in close as he started purring. It was more of an internal growl but it was
something Alpha’s could do to comfort their pack in times of sadness.
The half-shift allowed him to purr more deeply, and it would instinctually calm
Stiles wolf. Slowly, it helped ease Stiles sobs. Eventually, he quieted,
pushing back on Derek’s chest to look up at him.
“A-A-Are we n-normal?” Derek’s chest felt like it had ripped open. He opened
his mouth, a pained breath leaving him as he shifted back.
“Baby, there is nothing, I mean nothing wrong with us. Normal is just a word,
but everyone is different, and that’s ok.”
“B-But people at school, t-they keep saying we aren’t. That I’m g-gross for
being your mate. And that I’m desperate.”
Derek’s eyes glowed with rage, a wicked growl shaking his ribcage.
“Who said that? Did you tell any adults what they said?” Stiles only shook his
head.
“E-Everyone said it. But even you said our ages our weird.”
“Not weird, baby, just different. I’m so sorry I made you feel like there was
something wrong with us. It’s true that most everyone will look at us as weird,
they won’t understand. But that doesn’t mean it’s true. You know how it feels
when we are together? How it is different form everyone else?”
Stiles sniffed but nodded, his eyes trained on Derek.
“Well, that’s because we belong together. We are mates and yes, we are a bit
different from everyone else, but that doesn’t make us any less than any other
mated couple, do you understand me.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And baby, Gwen is in the Anderson Pack, I was meeting with her yesterday to
talk about getting her a job at the restaurant. I need to start establishing
friendships from within that pack if I am going to figure out what their
intentions are.”
“But she’s an omega. And she likes you.”
“She doesn’t like me that way pup, I promise. And her being an omega doesn’t
mean anything, you’re myomega. You are the only one I have feelings for ok? Do
you believe me?”
“Y-Yes, Alpha. But, please don’t smile at her anymore. Be growly like you
usually are.” Derek laughed lightly at that, understanding why Stiles got
jealous, feeling somewhat happy about it even as he felt horrible about how
Stiles had reacted.
“And about the food, I only get steak when I’m with you, because it’s our
thing.”
“Like how I only make waffles when I can give you some?” Stiles smiled.
“Yes baby, just like your waffles.” A phone suddenly rang and Derek fished it
out of his pocket, answering it and putting it to his ear.
“Derek! I don’t know where the hell you went but Mike’s body was just found in
the forest, ripped up. He was mauled. We need to head down there now.” Talia
was speaking fast and stern, clanging going in the background.
Mike had been an Alpha in the pack, working as a police officer. He immediately
understood what his mother was implying. Mike was a grown Alpha werewolf, no
animal in the forest could have killed him; they wouldn’t have even challenged
him in the first place.
He could only have been mauled by another werewolf. And the Hales were the only
pack anywhere near here. Except, not anymore.
“I understand, be right there,” Derek hung up, cupping his mate’s face gently,
“We have to go. Now.”
Chapter End Notes
     YOU ALL WANTED OBLIVIOUS DEREK AND HERE HE IS. Dear lord, that hurt
     me to write. But I really hope you liked this chapter!
     So, on to the QUESTION. I've become aware of the readers who came
     here initially because of the smut, and quite enjoyed it. Others have
     since come and expressed an enjoyment for the dynamic of Derek's and
     Stiles' relationship over the sexual elements. SO, I want to know how
     comfortable you are with the smuttier parts of this story. It is a
     part of their relationship and we have already gone a little far
     (anal fingering, I mean, come on) but we could go father.
     The plot of this story is SUPER important to me and I won't be lax on
     that, but if there's an appetite for smutty times between the two,
     despite their age difference, I would like to know. I can also mark
     the times that sexual situations come up so those that don't like it
     can read around it. I don't mean penetrative sex, we all know that is
     coming later, but the intimacy struggle is still alive and well in
     both of them and I don't want to ignore that part. It is what started
     this story in the first place.
     So, want do you want to see? Dirty talk (how dirty), oral sex (who
     gives and receives), frottage (thigh fucking? clothes or no
     clothes?), etc.
     None of that? All of that? TELL ME. Again, I realize the sensitivity
     surrounding how young Stiles is and am willing and able to mark
     chapters. SO LET ME KNOW DOWN BELOW.
     Kisses to you all, I shall see you in the comments and in the next
     chapter.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a whole lotta smut, so be prepared! Also, you guys
     give some of the best advice and suggestions. I know a ton of things
     I want to do now and how I want to insert them in so thank you!!
     Please be aware of additional tags but know everything here is
     consensual and will continue to be unless stated. I also proofread
     everything but I miss things everytime!
     Please enjoy :)
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                                   Chapter 7
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Stiles sat in Derek’s car, which was parked outside of the crime scene, too far
for him to see or hear anything.
He was on his knees, peaking through the tinted window at the yellow tape that
was surrounding a part of the forest. His dad had swung by to say hi when Derek
got there but he’s been alone since.
Stile made a frustrated sound and kicked the door. Derek had used his Alpha
tone on him, ordering him to stay inside the car, he didn’t want him to see the
body.
Which was…fair. But Stiles never really felt like leaving him out was fair. So
he had spent the last ten minutes arguing with himself over disobeying.
The thing was, to disobey an Alpha’s order, especially when they were your Head
Alpha and mate to boot, was painful. Really painful.
Stiles had never done it, never really wanting to as it went against all
instinct. But he had seen it happen, watched as the omega would fall to the
ground and curl into themselves, screaming.
But his ADHD was getting to him as there was nothing to do in the car. He
should at least be able to wander around the forest.
Slowly, Stiles pressed the button to unlock the doors, hissing as his head
started to throb. He felt a full body flush as his wolf tried desperately to
stop him.
He reached toward the door handle, painfully moaning the whole way. Once he
grabbed it, his wolf howled, feeling the wrongness of the situation.
He pulled the handle back but it was too much, needles dancing along his cells
as he let out a small scream, his neck craning back.
He was going to try again when the flash of heat ripped through him and Stiles
cried out. A fresh wave of slick wet his underwear and pants.
“No no no no, please no.” Stiles whimpered, feeling his body arch desperately,
rubbing his ass against the seat.
The sudden need to be filled hit him so hard he couldn’t focus on anything
else, and we was trapped inside the car.
Stiles shoved down his pants, wresting his hands into his pants to rub his
fingers around his slippery rim. It had been the only thing that helped last
time and maybe if he was lucky, his heat would be gone by the time Derek got
back.
He didn’t want Derek to limit their time together anymore. He cried out as his
fingers sank in clumsily. As the heat dissipated slightly Stiles looked around
desperately.
If he was filled more it would go away faster. He reached with his other hand,
checking around for anything he could use.
He pulled open the glove box, his eyes immediately catching on a small black
flashlight. It would work. He pulled it out, his hand shaking.
Stiles reached back, bending over the dashboard and spreading his legs. He
pulled his fingers out, his body heating up again. It felt like his blood was
molten and thick, making his mind desperate and muddled. It hurt, but it was
the feeling that you weren’t in control of yourself that made it worse.
With a quick jerk, Stiles shoved the end of it into him and screamed, the
grooved sides of it tearing his rim and inside walls. The omega hissed as his
slick irritated the cuts but he couldn’t take it out or the heat would get
worse.
Stiles was breathing heavily, his thighs quivering at the effort of keeping him
up so the flashlight wouldn’t cut into him anymore.
The door was suddenly opened and Stiles’ head whipped around, his legs kicking
out wildly as he stared into the red eyes of Vince, the Head Alpha of the
Anderson pack.
His pupils were blown wide, his nostrils flaring. His hands were squeezing into
his palm, the claws drawing blood and Stiles was frozen.
“What are you doing here by yourself omega?” Stiles howled, his voice cracking
as he tried to be loud enough for someone to hear.
The male’s eyes squinted, looking over the boy. “You’re bleeding.” Stiles
almost thought the comment sounded concerned but he was too panicked to do
anything but scrambled into the driver’s seat.
Stiles screamed, his hole ripping furthers as the flashlight was driven deeper
in.
A howl tore through the air and Stiles cried back to it but he was trapped
inside, unable to disobey.
“Alpha!” He saw Derek coming at him, jumping over the police tape in his wolf
form, his teeth on display as he growled, a smaller black wolf following behind
him.
Vince backed away from the car, his hands up. “Hey, calm down I know he’s
yours. I found him in your car, alone, and in heat. I haven’t touched him.”
Stiles yelped and pushed himself as far as he could into the drivers’ door his
hands holding his pants to cover himself.
“D-Der, please help me.” Derek shifted, prowling right up to Vince and grabbing
his neck, his claws digging in deep, blood flowing like water from the gashes.
Vince kept his hands up, tilting his neck back to show submission. Derek’s red
eyes were roaming over him, his nostrils flaring, trying to detect any of
Stiles’ scent on him.
Two police officers came up behind Derek, their hands on their pistols.
“Vincent Anderson, you are being considered a suspect in the murder of Michael
Vigil, we need to take you in for questioning.”
Derek growled one last time, leaning in to snarl at Vince, his teeth close to
the other Alpha’s temple. With a hard thrown, he tossed Vince into the
officers, the male coughing and clutching at his neck.
“I know I know, that’s why I was over here, I knew you’d suspect my pack once I
heard what happened. I’ll corporate. Alpha Hale you have my word that I did not
touch your omega, but the boy is injured, check on him.” Derek watched,
growling the entire time, as Vince was escorted away to be interrogated.
Derek immediately went to the car, closing Stiles’ door and walking around to
open his. Stiles ass was the first thing he saw, his rim swollen and bloody,
red tinted slick dripping down onto the seats.
The bulb end of the flashlight was twitching, the pungent scent of heat driving
into him hard. Stiles was crying, only able to process the threat from another
Alpha and his own pain.
“Shit Stiles.” He looked up, seeing a group of officers, including John and his
mother’s wolf watching. He felt anger curl inside of him, his mate didn’t need
an audience.
He felt his eyes burn crimson and he roared, his jaw wide open, his fangs
elongated. It was a clear demand, leave.
Derek didn’t watch as they rushed to disperse, just leaned back into the car to
decide what to do. His own cock was painfully hard, and despite his worry, the
sight of his mate’s cunt blown wide around something thicker and longer than
his fingers, was getting to his head.
“I-I wanna go home Der.” Even Stiles, in his state, was humiliated at the
situation.
“I know baby, I know. But we have to get that flashlight out first ok? Then we
will go home and take care of you.” He reached for the bulbous head, Stiles
crying out at the slightest movement.
“No, i-it hurts Alpha, make it go away.” Derek wanted to punch something. He
could take away the pain, make it easier for his mate but Stiles was still in
heat.
If he drew the omega’s pain away during heat, it could trigger his rut, and
that would be the worst possible situation.
“I need you to relax, pup. Stop tensing or it’s going to hurt more, but we need
to get it out.” Derek’s hands slowly rubbed his back and ass, trying to help
soothe him.
“I don’t want it out, don’t wanna be empty.” Derek sighed, reaching for the end
of it, he needed to get this done quickly.
It was going to hurt him, there was no way around it but his wolf was extremely
agitated with his omega being in heat out in the open.
The scent would start drawing in others and though Derek doubted anyone would
challenge him, and could easily dispose of anyone who tried, he didn’t want
Stiles to experience that right now. This was the better option.
“Take a deep breath Stiles.” The boy, wanting to obey, inhaled deeply. Derek
waited until he exhaled and pulled it out as the same time.
“Ahhh! No no no, ah-put it back Alpha. It hurts! Please!” Derek threw the
flashlight on the floor, carefully lifting his mate into his arms as he slipped
into the car.
He had left his keys inside his coded lock box, which had been installed
exactly so he could leave Stiles safely inside his car if he ever had to get
out and attend to an emergency.
He punched in the code, pulling the keys out and starting the car up, all while
he had an omega clawing at his chest, pressing his tiny face into Derek’s neck.
Derek ignored Stiles heat rambling, speeding to his loft as quickly as he
could. Stiles pants were still half on half off when he pulled up and Derek was
naked.
He was disturbingly used to walking around naked whenever he had been shifting,
but with his mate melting with pheromones, he felt on edge.
Derek sprinted to the door, pulling Stiles pants up as best he could as they
pushed through the opening. Once inside, Derek stripped Stiles, being as gentle
as he could with his pants.
Stiles had stopped crying thankfully but he was sweating a dangerous amount,
his body quickly overheating. Yet another reminder that his body wasn’t
physically ready to cope with this.
It wasn’t the time to worry about that though so Derek had Stiles kneel on
their bed, his ass pushed up. The slick that kept pouring out of his mate had
irritated the cuts, not allowing them to heal.
Derek squeezed his eyes together, praying for control. “Baby, I don’t want you
to freak out ok? I need to heal these cuts.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to lick you, my saliva will heal it and help you feel better. Do you
trust me?”
Stiles blushed, pushing his face into the comforter. “Isn’t that gross?” He
asked, his voice muffled. Derek wiped some sweat off his eyebrows, the scent
driving him crazy, especially so close to his face.
“No pup, it isn’t gross, not at all. In fact, I’m going to like it a lot and it
will make you feel good.”
“O-Ok, you can do it.” Derek nodded, wasting no time and licking a long stripe,
right over the omega’s taint and over his hole to warm him up. Stiles keened at
the contact and once the taste hit Derek’s mouth, he was gone.
He dove in, his tongue pushing in deep and swirling. Before now, Derek had
never worried about going into rut with Stiles, he had better control than
that.
But with the sweet salty taste of his omega’s slick on his tongue and his heat
scent clogging his senses, he felt his own body tightening. Stiles sounds were
the only thing distracting him.
“You’re doing so good baby, so good for me aren’t you?” Stiles whimpered at the
praise and the vibrations of Derek’s voice, his mind clouding further even as
his body slowly cooled down.
“Yes, Alpha. I-I’m good, I’m a good omega.”
“Yes pup, you are. You are my good little boy, look how wet you are for me. You
are desperate for it.” Stiles gasped, his little cock jumping at his Alpha’s
words.
Derek had never talked like that before but he liked it, he really liked it.
But even though it felt different when Derek called him desperate, it still
felt like something bad.
“I-I’m not desperate.” Stiles tried crawling away, feeling conflicted.
“No no, little omega, you aren’t running away from me.” Derek grabbed the boy’s
thighs, his claws out and softly poking into Stile’s skin.
Derek’s voice sounded more predatory than he’d ever heard and even as a small
sliver of fear licked up his spine, another gush of slick slid onto the Alpha’s
tongue.
“See? See how desperate you are to be filled? Your body wants it, it’s a good
thing baby. It means you want me just as must as I want you.” Derek slowly
pushed a finger into his mate, reveling in the moans and whimpers he could draw
from Stile’s mouth.
“Y-You want me?” Stiles was wetter than he had ever been, even as his heat was
decreasing. Derek pulled Stiles up by his chest, turning him around.
As the Alpha was kneeling on the bed, Stiles came face to face with Derek’s
cock. Stiles eyes were blown wide, his omega preening at how hard his mate was
for him, how big he was.
“You see this pup?” Derek asked, his eyes red, his hand wrapped around the base
of his dick “You do this to me. I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone
or anything.”
“I want it…” Stiles was flushed red, his eyes unable to stop looking even as
embarrassment settled in his belly. He was slowly leaning in, his little mouth
opening. Derek stepped off the bed, pushing Stiles back.
“And you’ll have it, one day. But not now baby.” He shook his head at Stiles’
whimper. “No, pup. I can smell that your heat is gone, you know we have to
wait.”
Derek sighed, rubbing a hand on his jaw. He had gone a little far there, but he
had held onto his control for the most part.
“Wait here baby.” Derek rushed off to get some water, bringing it back to his
mate and watching with satisfaction as the boy gulped it down.
“I need to go take care of this,” Derek said, gesturing to his still hard dick,
“So stay here, I won’t be long.” And he wouldn’t. He had enough fantasy
material in the last twenty minutes to get him through the rest of Stiles
adolescence.
He turned but felt his arm being tugged back. He looked over his shoulder to
see a pouting Stiles.
“Can I help?” Derek sighed, for the fiftieth time today.
“No baby.”
“Can I see, please?” Derek weighed the option in his mind, thinking about the
consequences. “Please Alpha? I won’t touch or anything, I just wanna see, t-to
get used to it. I haven’t, you know, either.”
That’s what did it. Derek was a sap. A gullible sap. But at the end of the day,
he needed to make sure his mate got off, otherwise he would never let himself
live it down.
In the next few minutes he had pulled up his recliner, making Stiles sit on the
edge of the bed with his legs open while he sat opposite from him.
“Have you ever touched yourself like this Stiles? Made yourself come?” Stiles
was beat red but he nodded, his little hand already going down to grip his
little cock, his eyes licking up Derek’s form.
“Good boy, not too fast ok?” Stiles whimpered his eyes fluttering. Derek
grabbed his own dick, squeezing leisurely. “You like when I talk don’t you?
When I tell you how good you are for me, how you belong to me.”
Stiles was panting, his hand clumsy as he stroked himself, his gaze latched
onto Derek’s more practiced movements. “I like being good and I-I like when you
talk.”
“Go a little faster baby.” Derek was staving off his own orgasm, already on the
edge after tasting his mate and watching him strip his baby cock.
“Help…help me Der.”
“How pup, how do you want me to help?”
“…Touch me.”
“What do good little boys say when they want something?” Derek couldn’t stop
the words, his mind extremely hazy.
“P-Please Alpha, touch me.” Derek growled in response, pushing himself forward
to sit on the edge of the seat.
He kept one hand on himself but reached with his other. “Spread your legs
wider.” Stiles obeyed, pushing his legs out as far as he could. “Lean back a
little.”
Derek wrapped his own hand around Sties, fixing the boy’s jerky movements.
“Like this baby, press hard, use your arm, not your wrist.”
Stiles was letting out breathy “ah, ah, ah” sounds, his mouth open, his eyes
glazed over.
“Good baby, just like that. Keep it up.” Derek released his hand and slid his
fingers down, pressing down over Stiles balls down to his hole that was still
wet with saliva and slick.
Stiles stiffened, his hand halting. Derek tutted, his eyes boring into Stiles.
“Pup, keep that hand moving.” The omega moaned and continued his stroking while
Derek plunged a finger inside of his mate.
He swirled his fingers, finding Stiles small prostate and driving down hard.
The boy threw his head back, his body arched in a deep curve as a small amount
of come spurted from his cock, landing on his belly.
Derek squeezed the base of his dick, right over his knot at the sight of his
mate coming for him drove him over the edge. He grunted out his release as
Stiles floated in his own bliss.
After he came down, he smiled at his omega. First thing’s first, they needed a
bath and then Derek needed to make some calls while he cooked dinner for his
mate.
                                       …
“I’m sorry Alpha.” Derek looked up from where he was chopping vegetables, over
the bar, to see Stiles looking down at the table he sat at.
“Sorry about what pup?” Stiles was looking conflicted, guilty.
“I think I got my heat because I tried disobeying you. I tried opening the
door, I’m really sorry.” Derek’s eyes involuntarily flashed, his wolf
irrationally angry at his mate’s confession.
The Alpha tone was used to protect omegas. It wasn’t foolproof, because there
was no evidence Alpha’s knew better so it was only used (respectfully) is
special cases. Stiles being a ten year old outside of a homicide crime scene,
was a special case.
Stiles squeaked at the scent coming off Derek, baring his neck timidly. Derek
sighed, calming himself down.
“Stiles, I don’t use commands unless I absolutely have to, you know that. Don’t
disobey me again unless you have an extremely good reason, and be careful, it
must have hurt.”
Stiles nodded, his eyes cast down. Derek put his chopping knife down and went
over to the boy, kneeling down and pulling him in for a soft kiss.
“I’m just glad that’s what triggered your heat, if you go another week without
one, we can add another day.” Stiles eyes went from sad to excited, his arms
slinging around Derek’s neck as he jumped on him.
“Thank you Derek!”
                                       …
With no evidence and a sound alibi, Vincent Anderson was released.
The next day, another Alpha, by the name of Tonya Spencer, went missing. It
took them a day to find the body, mauled to death in the forest.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 8 *****
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                                   Chapter 8
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“Stop calling him that!” Stiles jumped over the table and tackled Jackson, his
hands going around the beta’s throat.
“Get off of me omega! I was just saying the truth!”
“Stiles, come on before someone sees you!” Scott pulled Stiles arms back,
yanking him off Jackson. Stiles let himself be pulled away and pushed into the
seat.
Allison, Isaac, and even Lydia were giggling at the scene and Stiles resisted
hissing at them. Jackson had called Derek a pedophile, and asked what kind of
things they do together.
Ever since his last heat, Stiles had been less tolerant of insults. He knew
Derek wanted him and he wasn’t going to let other people make himself feel
insecure about it.
“You’re just jealous no one wants to touch you Jackson.” The beta in questions
just grumbled as he got back up from the floor.
Kevin was just watching the proceedings, a small smile on his face. The group
had effectively welcomed him in, even Jackson.
“So, as I was saying,” Allison said, shooting a dry look at Jackson, “my
cousins are moving in!”
“Your adopted cousins?” Scott knocked a hand upside Jackson’s head and Alison
smiled at him.
“Yes, well, they both are adopted but what I wanted to tell you is that Kira is
a werefox! Her older sister is a werecoyote but she’s in high school so we
won’t see her. Just, I really want Kira to be happy here, there’s so few of her
kind anymore so be nice! Especially you Jackson!”
“I’m always nice.” Jackson grumbled.
“Don’t make me hit you again.” Scott mumbled, grabbing Alison’s hand. Stiles
watched as everyone sort of cooed at them.
He looked away, knowing just how people would react if he did that with Derek
in public.
                                       …
Stiles had his hand cupping his chin, his fingers beating on the desk as Mr.
Harris collected the assignment.
Suddenly, the door to the classroom flew open and in stumbled a small Asian
girl who was out of breath.
“I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t find the classroom,” She said sheepishly as she
fidgeted by the doorway. Mr. Harris just nodded.
“You must be our new student, Kira Argent, correct?”
“Ah, yes, I just moved here.”
“Go ahead and take a seat by Stiles.” The omega smiled and turned to wave her
over. She smiled back and walked towards him.
“You are Allison’s cousin, right?” Stiles inhaled, noting that she was an
Alpha.
“Yeah! And you are Stiles! Allison’s said a lot about you guys. I hope we can
all get along.”
“Don’t worry about it, we are all peachy, except Jackson, don’t trust him!”
Kira giggled, her eyes looking more relieved.
“Yeah, I’ve heard about him too.” A ruler came down hard on the desk, startling
both of them.
“Stiles, do not make me regret having her sit there. I know how omegas and
Alphas are together, but no interrupting the class.” Stiles rolled his eyes and
Kira blushed.
“Don’t trust Harris either.”
                                       …
“Have you heard about the killings?” Jackson snickered the next day at lunch.
“Jackson, we are eating.” Lydia thumped him.
“What killings?” Kira was wide eyed but interested, chewing her sandwich
softly.
“Someone is going around killing Alphas. They already got two and apparently
one was attacked last night.”
“Did they see anything?” Isaac asked.
“No! The guy was walking in the forest, like an idiot, and a hatchet came at
his head. Serves him right, I think.” Scott and Stiles threw their broccoli at
him.
“Shut up, Jackson. That’s not funny.”
“Do you even hear the things you say?”
“Oh whatever, hey runt has your dad said anything about it?” Stiles ignored the
comment, Derek called him runt sometimes so he couldn’t get as mad as he
wanted.
“No bigfoot, he hasn’t. He won’t even talk about it at dinner, and I even asked
him.”
“What about that mate of yours?” Lydia quirked her eyebrow at him. Kira’s own
eyes looked surprised.
“You have a mate?” Stiles grinned, nodding his head enthusiastically.
“Yeah! His name is Derek. And no Jacky, he won’t’ tell me anything either.”
“Don’t call me Jacky! And by mate he means his big brother. He’s like what 25?”
Kira’s head was swinging back and forth as the two spoke, the other’s ignoring
them for their food.
“He’s 19 genius. He turns twenty in December. And no, he is my mate.”
“Then where’s your mate bite huh?” Stiles bit his lip, but before he could
reply, Scott jumped to his defense.
“Allison and me don’t have our mate bites yet and you never say anything about
that. We have to wait till we are older anyway.”
“Yeah well you and Allison are betas, for Alphas it’s a lot harder not to bite
their mate. So I don’t believe Derek’s really his Alpha.”
“That’s true,” Kira mumbled, “I don’t have a mate but Alphas feel the urge to
find one pretty early.” Kevin was nodding, shooting a sympathetic look Stiles
way.
Stiles swallowed his worry, feeling the old insecurity coming up. He quickly
pushed it back in his mind.
“Derek is really good at control, that’s all. He’s my mate. I don’t care if you
all believe it or not.”
A chorus of “We believe you” and “Don’t listen to Jackson” rang out, making him
feel a little better. The Alphas who had been bullying him were still at it,
but Stiles didn’t feel as depressed this time, just a little beat up.
But as the end of the day came to a close, one nasty hit landed him with a
black eye and bruised ribs after he had fought back. Kira was the one who found
him this time.
Her eyes had flashed red and she growled, helping him up.
“Don’t worry about it dude, I’ll be ok. They’ll get bored eventually.” Kira
absorbed his pain, looking troubled as she helped him outside.
He gave her a quick hug, thanking her before jumping into the backseat of
Claudia’s car, keeping his face hidden.
“You don’t want to sit in the front honey?” His mom said after she stopped
coughing, looking at him through the mirror.
“U-Uh no thanks mom! Our P.E teacher said it’s dangerous.” Stiles mumbled,
stuffing his face in his backpack. Claudia raised her eyebrow at that but let
it go, Stiles would change his mind tomorrow she was sure.
Once they finally arrived at home, Stiles ran inside, barley looking up to see
a familiar face before he was in a pair of strong arms being lifted up in the
air.
“Stiles! What happened?” The omega started giggling, not hearing anything Derek
said, just happy he was there.
“Hi Der!”
“Yes, hi baby, now please tell me what happened to you.” Stiles was running his
hands over Derek’s concerned face, poking at his eyebrows.
“Are you adding an extra day?” The Alpha glowered, obviously lacking patience.
He flashed his eyes at him, but kept his voice soft. Stiles immediately calmed.
“Why are you bruised? How did it happen?” The blood drained from Stiles’ face
and he looked away. “Stiles, talk to me.”
“He’s bruised? Where?” Claudia came around behind Derek to look at her son, her
own face flushing as her jaw dropped. “Stiles, what in the world?”
“I-I, uh, well, I got it at school...” Stiles was racking his brain for
something to say that wouldn’t make his heart skip and give him away.
“Do not lie to me, omega.” Stiles caught Derek’s gaze, whimpering at the
intensity. Stiles couldn’t disobey him, not again.
“Bullies,” he whispered and Derek growled.
“They’ve been hurting you?” Derek’s claws and fangs were out, his eyes red and
squinted.
“A-A little.”
“Claudia, please excuse us. I need to talk to him in private.” Derek’s eyes
went to Claudia who was holding her stomach but she nodded her consent.
Derek carried his mate to his room, calming himself on the way there. Stiles
laid his head on Derek’s shoulder and huffed.
The Alpha laid Stiles down on the bed, scooting back so he could look at him
properly. “Explain.”
“A week ago, Jackson saw us kissing in the parking lot and told everyone.
People started saying stuff a-and other people started uh, hitting me.” Derek
closed his eyes, fighting to keep his composure.
“How did they hit you exactly?” Stiles look lost, his eyes roaming everywhere
except Derek.
“…Like punching and, uh pushing me…normal stuff I guess. Der, it’s not a big
deal can we-“ Stiles stopped when Derek raised his hand, not wanting to push
it.
“Take your clothes off.”
“W-Wha-“
“Please, baby, just do it. I need to see the rest of you.” Stiles fingers
hesitated on the hem of his shirt, knowing what was underneath. With a soft,
encouraging smile from Derek, he was able to pull it off.
Stiles expected the menacing growl that came from his Alpha as he saw the
bruises that had yet to heal. Bruises normally healed within an hour for a
werewolf, these were barley morphing into the dark purple stage of healing,
their edges still red and inflamed.
Derek was half wolfed out as he reached for Stiles’ ankle to gently tug him
down the bed so he was laying on his back.
His splayed his hands over Stiles’ chest and stomach, watching as the omega
fought back a hiss. He leaned down and slowly licked a thick strip up along one
of the bruises, watching as the skin shimmered into a pale yellow.
He continued licking until all the bruises were just about healed, his mind too
lost in concentration and worry to notice Stiles’ soft whimpers and balled up
hands.
The Alpha continued licking up to Stiles face, lathing over the swollen eye
until it shrunk back down and was only slightly tender.
Derek pulled back and Stiles quickly scrambled under the covers, his face red.
Derek lifted an eyebrow but Stiles refused to look at him.
“So who did it?”
“What does it matter?” Stiles was pouting now.
“Because we need to notify the principal and-“
“No! I-I told the principal, he didn’t do anything. Said that Alphas would be
Alphas and that I shouldn’t cause trouble.” Derek dug his claws into his hand
and breathed out a heavy sigh.
“Tomorrow, I am coming with you to school.”
“What? Why? What’re you gonna do?”
“Have a talk with your principal and those students.”
“No, no Derek you can’t. It’s ok, it’s just a couple of bruises!”
“Stiles, I am not asking you. They hurt you, you are my mate, and even if you
weren’t, bullying shouldn’t be allowed to go on.” Stiles nodded sullenly,
slowing reaching out to grab Derek’s hand.
He gently tugged, biting his lip until Derek crawled in next to him, pulling
Stiles to his chest and tucking his head under his chin.
Like this, their size difference was intensified. Standing, Stiles barley
reached past Derek’s hips and with him laying on top of him, Derek was at least
three times thicker than Stiles.
The palm that he had draped over Stiles back almost reached end to end and
Derek shivered with worry at how fragile his mate seemed but also with
satisfaction. He liked being bigger than him.
Slowly, the two drifted off, their heartbeats lulling them to sleep.
                                       …
“Get up you two, dinner is ready.” Stiles slowly woke to the sound of his mom,
his eyes groggy and his limbs heavy.
He felt a warm weight under him and he smiled, nuzzling closer to his mate.
Derek rumbled in reply, already awake.
Claudia slowly shut the door, and Stiles playfully nipped at Derek’s neck. He
giggled as Derek gently swatted his bottom.
Derek let him play for a while, his little teeth pulling at his ears and hands
ruffling his hair. Eventually Derek turned them over, trapping Stiles under him
and the boy grinned.
“Time to eat.” Stiles nodded, the haziness of sleep making him docile as Derek
carried him downstairs.
As they reached the bottom, they could hear John’s voice, “-talking about a
curfew.” Derek looked questioningly at the beta who nodded his greeting.
“Curfew?” Derek questioned, sitting down in his chair opposite of John while
Stiles refused to sit anywhere but Derek’s lap.
John sighed, knowing he couldn’t ignore his Alpha.
“The BCPD has been speaking to the Mayor’s office, along with Alpha Talia,
suggesting a curfew for all Alphas. There was another murder over in West
Springs today, killed her right in front of her omega. She was a wolf as well.”
Stiles squeezed Derek’s hand that was wrapped around his waist, pushing his
head back into the elder’s chest.
“Dad, why are they killing only Alphas?”
“It is a war strategy,” Derek answered, his eyes dark, “Among wolf packs, it is
the best way to win territory, taking out the Alphas to lower strength. Then
they target omegas, to take from the packs solidity. Once enough are gone to
scare the others, they’ll plan a full attack. Was that female in West Springs a
part of a pack?”
“No, she was a lone were, which isn’t consistent with the other kills, but
still.”
“Establish a curfew for all citizen’s, regardless of gender and species, so
that you minimize any discrimination issues and if any other attacks happen,
we’ll be able to monitor who is being targeted more specifically or if they are
just picking off whoever they can.”
Derek’s tone was flat but strong, his voice calculating as he squeezed his
mate. John nodded, “I’ll make some calls tonight.”
Suddenly, Claudia, who had been looking pale all night, started coughing. She
stood up, her chair screeching on the floor as it was thrust back and she ran
into the kitchen.
She leaned over the sink, a hand covering her mouth as she hacked. Everyone was
standing, John running to soothe a hand over her spine and Stiles whimpering in
Derek’s arms behind them.
Claudia pulled the hand away, John growled as it came back wet with blood. He
shot a look to Derek, his eyes alert.
“Call for an ambulance.”
                                       …
Stiles was sitting inside the cage of Derek’s legs, both of them holed up in
the corner of the waiting room. John sat in a chair close to them, his face in
his hands, agonized worry dripping from him like sulfur.
The silence was numb, the soft sound of their heartbeats filling the empty
space like drums. Derek was the first to hear the thumps of footsteps entering
the room, his arms going to pull Stiles up.
The female beta smelled of sterilized metal as she stepped up to the group.
John barley noticed her entrance as he struggled to stand.  
“What you all should know off the bat is that she seems to have a mass inside
her abdominal cavity. We are working to find out just where it is to see if we
can operate. We’ll be giving her an MRI in the morning but we’ve stabilized her
for the time being. I suggest you all go home, Sheriff, you can stay in the
room with her, of course. But we won’t have sure answers until tomorrow.”
The air shuddered out of John and Derek placed a reassuring palm on his
shoulder, nodding at the doctor who respectfully took her leave.
“We’ll stay here with you.”
“No, no it’s alright. Take Stiles and head home. Can you take him to school
tomorrow for me? I’m sorry to-“
“Please don’t apologize Sheriff, I’ll take care of him. Just stay with your
mate and we’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Dad, can’t we stay? Is mom going to be ok?” Stiles was clinging to Derek, but
his gaze were trained on his dad whose eyes were bloodshot, his face pained.
“I don’t know kiddo, they are trying to find out. But you know how you like
being alone with Derek when something is wrong?”
Stiles eyes watered but he nodded.
“I need that with your mom right now.  But I promise, you’ll be able to see her
tomorrow ok?”
“O-Ok, tell her I love her though.” John smiled, patting Stiles softly on the
back as he turned to go to his mate.
Stiles hugged Derek as they strode out into the cool air, Derek pressing a kiss
into his head as they left.
It was going to be a rough night.
                                       …
“You don’t have to do this Derek.” Stiles mumbled, walking next to his mate as
they entered the building. He had barley slept all night, even with Derek for a
pillow, and he didn’t have the energy to fight.
“Stiles we talked about this. Now, go to class. I’m going to be outside after
school ends and we’ll go straight to the hospital ok?”
Stiles nodded curtly, quickly looking around before he jumped onto Derek. The
Alpha barley caught him before a chaste kiss was pressed to his lips and then
Stiles was on the floor again, barreling down the hall, the red tips of his
ears the only indicator of his shyness.
Derek smiled and shook his head, heading to the administration office.
Everyone’s head snapped toward him when he walked in, their faces white.
He strode up to the reception desk, “I need to see the principal as soon as
possible.” He knew his face was blank, his anger thinly veiled as it was.
“Y-Yes Alpha Hale sir, uh, just a second, please, sir.” The man was stumbling
over himself, the woman behind him looking anywhere but at the Alpha.
One phone call and a shaky point in the right direction later, and Derek was
sitting across from the middle-aged human who had overlooked his mate’s
suffering.
“I take it, uh,” the man cleared his throat, “you’ve come here with an issue
that I will do my best to resolve?” Derek had been too caught up glaring at the
man to speak, the nervousness in the room wavering under his nose.
“I am here Principal…” Derek searched his fake golden name plate, “Lahey,
because I have become aware that you’ve not been receptive to the bullying
going on in this school.” Derek had his arms crossed, looking relaxed as he
eyed the beta.
“Bullying? We have our usual reports of bullying sir, and we tackle them to the
best of our abilities-“
“Then, do explain to me why my mate arrived home yesterday covered in bruises,
a black eye, and a recollection of you, turning him away.”
“Y-Your mate, sir?”
“Don’t waste my time, you know very well who my omega is. And you know that
being an Alpha is not an excuse to harm others. So, to make up for your
incompetence,” Derek’s eyes flashed, “I will fix the issues myself. Now, your
job is to call the Alphas from the football team and those who you know have a
history of bullying into this office where I will speak to them about their
behavior. And if you disagree with my demands, feel free to speak to the
Superintendent.”
The man’s face went through a series of expressions, from shock, to fear, and
finally to anger. The Superintendent worked closely with his sister Laura, who
had a fondness for education, and would hear no excuses from the principal
should he call.
But he wouldn’t, of course, and in the span of twenty minutes, the room was
crowded with kids. They had walked in either looking stricken, or casual until
their eyes landed on Derek, who now stood behind Lahey’s desk, the chair pushed
into a corner.
They all knew who he was, and with the way his eyes glowed, like blood, they
knew what to expect.
“I won’t bother asking who among you has been harassing Stiles, and there may
be others you know of who have hurt him, and who aren’t here. It would do you
well to pass this message on. Never again will you lay a hand on my mate or say
a disrespectful word to him. I won’t hurt you, only because you are children,
but children grow up. Some of you are in my own pack, and I am giving you this
order as your Alpha. To the humans in the room, I will not hesitate to get a
hold of each of your parents, teachers, and coaches, to ensure the safety and
happiness of my omega. If my mate comes home with another bruise or story of
harassment, I will make good on everything that I have said. This is the one
time I will let you all leave with no issues. But, I expect all of your
obedience, is that clear?”
“Yes Alpha!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Leave.” Derek growled, flashing his eyes once more. He’d never seen a room
empty so quickly.
Chapter End Notes
     What do you think is going to happen??? I know, slap me if you want!
     Poor mama Stilinski :( I am not sure what is going down with that,
     but things be happening.
     Oh and Derek! UMPH, what a man, or werewolf. I need to get me a
     werewolf. We all need werewolves, agreed?
     Talk to me below you fluffies! It helps a ton especially as the story
     progresses.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     This one is a real treat guys, quite a bit longer than usual and I am
     happy to show you!
     Enjoy:)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                   Chapter 9
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Stiles was having a terrible day, which was surprising considering no one,
literally no one, had bothered him since he walked into class.
He had gotten used to the daily dose of harassment so the sudden silence was
unnerving. No one so much as talked to him. He caught a few Alphas looking at
him but once he gazed back, their heads snapped the other way.
But now, the lack of distraction, was trapping him inside his head which was
filling up with worry about his mom and the killings.
Not only were Alphas being targeted, which made him nervous for Derek, but he
still had no idea what was wrong with his mom.
His dad had looked so haunted last night and Stiles was like a zombie walking
through the halls, running on barley any sleep. And that was before lunch.
He stumbled into the cafeteria and over to their table, all but falling into
his chair. Kira slipped in next to him, her eyes concerned.
“You ok Stiles?” The omega only groaned as a response.
“Of course he’s okay, his hulk of a mate chewed us out this morning.” Stiles
head snapped up at that.
“He actually talked to you guys?”
“More like killed us with his eyes, he was seriously pissed off, which makes
sense I guess but still.”
Everyone was looking at Stiles questioningly but he just waved them off, too
put out to say anything, even if the thought of Derek telling the bullies off
made his body warm.
Kira reached out and touched Stiles shoulder just as Kevin did the same, the
Alphas clearly upset at the omega’s suffering.
It felt wrong, he only liked when Derek went all Alpha caring on him, so he
slowly got up from the table, letting their hands slips off him.
He hadn’t even noticed they both had been sitting next to him, boxing him in.
He ignored everyone’s calls and zombie walked his way out of the cafeteria, his
appetite nonexistent.
Stiles barely noticed when a dark figured fell in front of him. He walked into
it, almost tripping as he gazed down and screamed when his eyes latched onto a
body of a female, the floor splattered with her blood.
She was on her stomach, her clothes torn and dirty with scratches across her
skin which was a dark shade of red.
Behind him people had run out to see what the commotion was, but Stiles
couldn’t move.
“Malia!” Kira shouted from behind him, skidding to her knees next to the body.
It snapped Stiles out of his reverie and he helped Kira roll the girl over.
They both yelled in shock and jumped back. Her face was the same red color as
her body, her eyes wide open and glowing red, the whites of her eyes entirely
black.
“Malia, oh my god! Someone, please help us!” It was a blur of activity, several
teachers running to the scene, an ambulance coming, and taking her away.
It reminded Stiles too much of last night, too much of his mom. He could feel
his breath coming faster and he sprinted to the bathroom, his vision blackening
just as he crashed against the wall.
He couldn’t get ahold of himself, couldn’t walk or talk or think. It was like
being stuck in a moment where you could only panic.
Stiles didn’t know how long it took for him to calm down, focusing on his
breathing that was still shallow and uneven.
He was thankful nobody had seen his outburst amongst the commotion, they would
have come and tried to help.
The thought of seeing Derek after school helped, even if he had to suffer
through Harris’ class, and even if Kira wasn’t there.
What people had failed to mention all day was that Malia was an Alpha. She had
been the fourth attack.
                                       …
Stiles had told Derek about what happened and he sat silently, nodding as he
drove.
“They reported it to my mom after it happened. She is alive, thankfully, but in
a coma. They don’t know exactly what happened to her but they think it might
have been an injected chemical.”
“Chemical? But they haven’t done that to the others.”
“They might not have needed to, or their bodies could have burned it off before
they died. Malia is a coyote, she doesn’t heal as fast so she probably ran
right after being injected, before they could kill her.”
“Der, you’ll be ok though right?” Stiles was staring at his hands, not really
sure what to think.
Derek smiled, putting a large hand on Stiles thigh, “I’ll be just fine pup;
don’t worry about me ok?”
“Mmm.” And with that, a comfortable silence fell over them, even as thoughts
clouded both their minds.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, a thick overcast had rolled into the
sky, small droplets of rain beginning to shower down.
They walked in and Derek grabbed Stiles hand, squeezing it lightly. Stiles
looked up at Derek, nervous at such an obvious display of affection but he
squeezed back anyway.
They had to face this together after all.
                                       …
“Gastric cancer…” John’s eyes were hollow, his arms crossed, looking as if he
was holding himself together.
“What does that mean?” Stiles was shaking, trying to peak behind his dad into
his moms room.
“It means your mom has something in her stomach, buddy. They are called tumors.
She is going to have surgery tomorrow so they can remove the tumors and send
them to be tested, to be sure. But she’s got all the symptoms. You can go in
and see her Stiles, I have to talk to Derek for a sec. She is awake.”
Stiles didn’t hesitate as he all but ran inside.
 “How bad is it?” Derek’s eyebrow were drawn in, his muscles rigid.
“Bad. The doc said gastric cancer has few symptoms, and some don’t even
experience them until it’s too late to eliminate it. But she’s been nauseous
and throwing up blood all night. They still have to do tests, get those fucking
things out of her, but if it’s a high stage, god..I could lose her.”
John’s shoulders crumbled, a hand coming up to hold his face as his voice
cracked. Derek stepped forward, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder, taking
away his exhaustion and hoping the gesture comforted him.
John shivered, shaking himself from his break. He lifted his head, his gaze
grateful as he cleared his throat.
“But there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Derek nodded, removing his
hand as he prepared himself.
“If this thing really is cancer, they want to send her to a specialty hospital
in Denver immediately. I’d have to go with her but pulling Stiles out of school
is out of the question, and we would never take him from you. We know that
you’ve been trying to keep your distance in hopes that his heats stop, I can’t
tell you how much I appreciate that. But if we leave, you’re the only person I
can trust with Stiles, he’ll need you more than anyone.”
Derek sighed, understanding dawning on him. He ran a thick hand through his
hair, closing his eyes against the stress this was going to add.
“You want Stiles to stay with me?”
“If you would be ok with it, yes Alpha, I would.”
“I’m more than ok with it, having Stiles with me now would make my wolf feel
better with the killings going on. But this is going to be hard on him. And
most importantly, what about his heats?”
“Yes, well, about that. Derek, Claudia and I both give you our permission to
give him his mate bite.” Any air left in Derek’s lungs left his body in a rush.
“Within reason of course,” John held up his hands, “we both know Stiles isn’t
ready to be mated mated, but I called Deaton earlier today and he said a mate
bite would certainly calm his heats down. They would regulate them to a normal
biannual schedule and you could help him through them. It might even be better
for him.”
Derek was taken aback. It had crossed his mind many times that he would have to
persuade John and Claudia to let him give him the bite when it came to it.
The fact was, Derek held no doubts about Stiles being his mate, had known it
from the first time Claudia had shown up with a barley pregnant belly.
But no one else had any reason to believe that, especially his parents who
could full well say to leave Stiles alone until he was old enough to decide for
himself.
Until now, Derek had been under the impression that they only tolerated him
being around because he would be their Alpha. The disbelief must have shown on
Derek’s face because John gave a light laugh.
“Derek, we’ve known from the day you two met that you were mates. We may have
been conflicted in the past but we both see how Stiles looks when he is around
you. He changes, he’s always been a happy kid. But when he is with you, well,
he looks like there’s no place he’d rather be. That is all we want for hm. So
trust me, we are honored to have our son be your mate. We trust you. I know
that everyone else will look down on it, but you’re strong enough to not let
that harm either of you.”
“John, I don’t know how to express how much I appreciate that. And you know,
the pack is here for Claudia and I will take care of Stiles. Things are going
to be ok.”
John smiled warmly, looking lighter than he had since they walked in.
“How about we go tell Claudia. That will make her feel good.”
Derek nodded, and followed John inside her room.
                                       …
Stiles ran into the room, smiling wide at the sight of his mom. She was
sickeningly pale with bags under her eyes but the smile on her face was just
how it always was.
“Mom!” He yelled, jumping onto the bed and into her arms. She squeezed him
hard, purring warmly.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry I made you worry. I’m still sick but the doctors are
going to help me. But I need to talk to you.”
Stiles pulled back, sitting back on his legs and nodding at his mom. “What did
you wanna say?”
“Did dad tell you what I have?
“Something is in your stomach and is making you sick. They are going to take it
out, then you’’ll be better right?” Claudia sighed, eyes looking around as she
thought.
“Not exactly, when someone has cancer, it means something is wrong with how
their cells work. Cells are what bodies are made of. When these cells are
killed, the cancer goes away. But the cells clump together and make tumors, big
balls of stuff that shouldn’t be in the body.”
Stiles was nodding intently, a small frown pulling at his mouth as he tried
processing the information.
“In order to get those tumors out, I have to get surgery where the doctors cut
into my stomach and take them out. But they have to kill the other cells. They
use all sorts of things to do that but they have special hospitals that have
the right equipment for it. They want to send me to one, but it isn’t in Beacon
Hills.”
“Where is it?”
“It’s in Colorado. I would be there for a little while, a couple of month’s
maybe.” Stiles was quick to connect the dots, his frown deepening.
“You’re leaving? Am I going with you? I-I want to go with you but then Derek
has to come, I think he would be ok with that. I can ask him, he’s outside
talking to dad but he is really worried too so I think that would be ok and-
“Claudia put a single finger to Stiles’ mouth, stopping his rambling as she
always did.
“Stiles, what I am trying to say is that dad and I are going to Denver, but you
are staying here, with Derek.” Stiles gaped, his head automatically shaking.
“No, I can’t stay here without you guys. And you are sick mom! I can’t stay!”
“Honey, you need to be with Derek and we can’t take you out of school. We won’t
have a home in Denver, we just can’t-“
“NO! Derek can come with us! A-And I don’t need to go to school. I’m going!”
“No, Stiles. I love you, you know that. But you can’t go.” Stiles face was
growing red, his eyes flashing with his frustration.
“You have to take me, you can’t leave me!” Suddenly, the door the room opened
and John and Derek walked in.
Stiles jumped off the bed, running past both of them with his eyes watering. He
narrowly dodged Derek’s hands that tried catching him as he sprinted out.
“Stiles!” Claudia called after him but he kept running, past doctors and nurses
till he burst outside the main doors and into the rain.
The sky was darkening quickly, the air already turning cold. Stiles was
breathing hard as he paced. They couldn’t leave him, not when his mom was sick.
What if something happened? What if she d- Stiles cut off the thought
immediately, feeling the same panic overcoming him like it did earlier.
The sick growling going on behind him cut that off real quick. Stile spun
around and immediately fell back, tripping over his feet as he tried to back
up, a scream stuck in his throat.
A black wolf was barreling towards him, eyes red and alarmed. It was barking at
Stiles, not aggressively, but clearly panicked.
Stiles recognized him immediately, Boyd. He called to him but Boyd only barked
again, jerking his head. And then Stiles heard it.
It was a growl, but none like he’d ever heard. It had an undertone of sorts,
like the demons on the horror movies Scott and Stiles weren’t supposed to
watch.
It almost sounded robotic, but its volume made Stiles shrivel up. The sound
went through his entire body, his skin and muscles vibrating with it.
And whatever is was, was coming for Boyd. Stiles had never felt so relieved to
hear the aggravated growl of his Alpha behind him.
Derek had come to get Stiles but now he wasted no time in shifting into his
wolf form, towering over Stiles.
Derek’s wolf stood taller than most humans, his shoulders matching his human
height. Stiles, in between the Alpha’s legs, was nearly lost in the size of
him.
With a howl, Derek jumped over Stiles and charged to Boyd. He barked at him,
sprinting past at whatever was following him.
“Derek!” Stiles called, his panic rising again. Boyd ran to him, his jaws
opening around the back of Stiles shirt, lifting the omega up.
With Stiles in his mouth, Boyd crashed through the hospital doors, the glass
shattering into his fur. Stiles kicked out of his grasp, trying to run back but
Boyd blocked him, his jaws snapping at him to keep him inside. 
“Boyd go help him!” Stiles could hear the loud snarling from outside. It was
the killer, Stiles knew it. Derek needed help.
Stiles snapped, his worry overwhelming him and he sprinted around Boyd. He may
not be as big as Derek but the corridor was only so wide and he was able to
easily block him.
Stiles gave up that option and turned to run, determined to find another exit.
His dad was waiting for him, tackling the omega and carrying him into his
mother’s room.
“NO! LET ME GO! DEREK NEEDS HELP! PLEASE!” Stiles was flailing hard, his limbs
kicking out in any direction they could, crashing into walls and counters and
his father.
He was bucking hard, his father yelling something at him but Stiles’ mind was
gone. The killer was out there, preying on Alphas, and it had one of the most
powerful ones out there, alone.
He was almost out of his dad’s grasp when a sharp pain shot through his arm and
he looked down, watching as a doctor pulled a needle out of his arm.
His body swayed, his vision blurring, before everything went black, the name of
his mate whimpering from his lips.
                                       …
“What the fuck did you do to him?” Derek? Was that him? He sounded like he was
underwater.
“We had to sedate him Alpha Hale, he was trying to go outside.”
“Derek, he could have been killed by that thing if he ran out. Look he’s coming
to,” That was his dad. Slowly, the blanket over his eyes lifted and he was able
to blink them open.
Several faces appeared in his view but he only cared about one, his hands
shakily reached out for him. Derek didn’t hesitate scooping him up, and Stiles
sunk against him, still groggy.
“S’ok?” Stiles whispered, not able to smell any blood on Derek.
“Yeah baby, I’m ok. I’m here, you’re safe.” Stiles let himself sag on Derek,
his face tucked into the crook of his mate’s neck.
“Derek, my Deputy is outside ready to take your statement.”
“Tell Parish to come inside, it doesn’t matter if you all hear and I’m not
leaving my omega.” Derek’s tone betrayed his anger, he didn’t like that Stiles
was out of it, didn’t like that they had to do it to keep him safe when that
was his job.
Stiles overheard the conversation, his head lolling. The sound of the door
opening and closing came softly and people were shuffling around.
“So, ah, Alpha Hale, just give me a rundown of what you saw.”
“Nothing, not anything specific. I can’t tell you what creature it was but it
wasn’t human, wasn’t exactly a shifter either, not like I’ve ever seen anyway.
But the thing turned tail and ran the second it saw me coming for it. It was
about as large as me, a tad taller if I have to go by the shadow. It sounded
off though, like something was wrong with it. What did my beta say?”
“Boyd said the same thing about the sound but he didn’t get a good look at it
either. Said he heard it behind him and just started running. He’s not injured,
which is good news but other than that, we have very little to go on.”
“Did the Mayor approve the curfew proposal at least?” John asked.
“Yes sir, and it was enacted this afternoon, streets are clear. Unless
absolutely necessary, citizens are in by 7pm.”
“Good. Derek, you can head home with Stiles, I don’t mind if you stay at our
place but I know you’d prefer your own den. I’ll stay here with Claud. Parish,
I’m going to need a change of clothes tomorrow if you wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll grab ‘em first thing in the morning sir.”
“We’ll be back tomorrow John, and don’t worry about Stiles, he’s taken care
of.” Derek nodded to the man.
“I know he is.”
                                       …
“I don’t wanna eat it Der,” Stiles pouted, pushing the stir fry away from him.
Derek sighed, pushing the plate back.
“Stiles, you need to eat. You haven’t had anything since lunch and you need to
get to bed soon, you still have school tomorrow.
Stiles just frowned, he’d felt off the entire night after he woke up. Part of
it was the sedative, but he felt…needy.
He wasn’t in heat but he felt the same overwhelming urge to curl up into Derek,
to touch him. Derek was treating the night like any normal thing. Not like he
had encountered the Alpha killer.
Stiles couldn’t get it out of his head, how he had felt when Derek ran after
that thing. He could have been killed, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to handle
that. The thought made him numb.
“Stiles, come on baby, please eat for me.”
“I don’t want to eat!” Derek was slowly losing his patience, pinching the
bridge of his nose as his voice became gruff.
“Then what do you want to do?” Stiles paused, blushing.
“I..I wanna, um, I need…” the omega fidgeted, avoiding Derek’s eyes. Derek
slowly brought a finger under Stiles chin, turning his face towards his but
remained silent.
Stiles couldn’t say it, his heats normally made his delirious so he could say
anything and didn’t have the brain to think about it.
But now, his mind was clear, and that made it all the more embarrassing. So
instead, he let his omega wolf to the surface, letting out the neediest whine
he could, the one that begged for his Alpha.
Derek was pulling him to his chest in seconds, a protective growl ripping from
inside him. Stiles slowly lifted his head and licked along the column of
Derek’s neck.
Stiles wasn’t just needy, he was aroused. He wanted Derek. They’d always done
things before, but ever since he started getting heats, Derek was
reallytouching him. He wanted that now.
But this was the first time out of heat that Stiles really wanted to do stuff,
not just kiss or rub on each other. He needed that closeness to his Alpha after
what had happened.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it, not really understanding it himself.
So he let his wolf do the talking, high pitched whimper and keens pouring from
him as he started rubbing his body on Derek’s in earnest.
Derek responded with his own series of rumbles and growls, his hands groping
Stiles, rubbing hard into the boy’s sides and down his ass.
“Is that what you wanted baby? You need to be my good little boy again?” Stiles
moaned, little fangs biting into Derek’s neck, his wolf burning under his skin.
Derek was new to being so direct with Stiles outside of his heat. It had served
as his justification. If he did anything with Stiles now, it would be a new
direction for them.
But if John and Claudia were truly serious about the mating bite, then Stiles
need for him would only grow stronger, heat or not.
He needed to get him used to that before it grew more intense, the fact that
Stiles didn’t know how to voice his needs proved that.
“First baby, we need to teach you how to talk to me.” He hefted Stiles up, stir
fry all but forgotten on the table top.
Derek took Stiles to his room, sitting on the bed and slowing Stiles’ desperate
movements.
“Ok pup, first off, you need to know you can tell me whenever you want me to
touch you, in any way. So, tell me what you want.”
Stiles blushed and he wracked his brain for what to say. “I, uh, can I…see you
again? With, um, n-no clothes?” Stiles tucked his head down, embarrassment
broiling from his scent.
Derek kept his amusement to himself, not wanting to scare Stiles away. What he
did do was grab onto the omega’s shirt and smoothly rip it off of him.
Stiles was gasping like a fish, his eyes wide, looking at Derek like he had
betrayed him.
“I meant you!” He cried, hands going to cover himself though he didn’t really
knew why, Derek had seen him shirtless and much more.
“I know you did, but I only think it’s fair if you take yours off too.” Derek
slid his hands along Stile’s torso, moving his little hands away from his body
and pinching his tiny nipples.
Stiles threw his back screamed out his moan, not expecting the jolt of arousal
that went from his nipples to his dick.
“Oh, you liked that didn’t you, pup? You like having your nipples played with
don’t you?”
“Ah, y-yes Alpha. It’s weird.”
“No baby, not weird.” Derek leaned forward, tilting Stiles back as he sucked
one puffy nub into his mouth, biting gently. He slowly started pulling his own
shirt off with one hand, the other braced on Stiles’ back.
He pulled off long enough to rip his shirt the rest of the way off and Stiles
whined at the loss. The boy pushed off Derek, turning to crawl up the bed.
A booming growl tore from Derek’s mouth at the sight of his mate running from
him. The sound obviously got to Stiles, the boy hesitating and pushing his ass
up involuntarily, apologetic sounds coming from his wolf. But he kept going
until he got to the headboard.
Stiles turned around, putting a hand up to stop the Alpha wolf that was already
prowling toward him, his eyes intent.
“W-Wait! I have a question!” Stiles chest was heaving, his voice breathy. Derek
simply nodded, his wolf trying to force its way to the surface to make his mate
submit and comply.
“People kept saying stuff about your k-knot and I, uh, um…well-“
“You want to see it?” Stiles flushed from his head down to his waist and
probably further below his pants.
“A-And touch it, p-please. “
“Such a good boy asking for what you want,” Derek soothed, slowly crawling up
again. Stiles had his legs clamped closed, hiding his erection. But Derek
wasn’t going to force him this time.
“Baby, open your legs.” Stiles started shaking, without his heat muddled brain,
the entire situation seemed more humiliating. Still, Stiles had asked for this
so with a shaky breath, he let his legs fall open.
Derek immediately crawled in between them, covering Stiles’ body with his own
and giving a hard thrust.
The movement pressed their clothed cocks together as Derek leaned down to kiss
Stiles, running his tongue over the omega’s lips.
He continued like that, driving into Stiles’ body, his hips slamming into the
younger who was continuously moaning. There wasn’t much friction, he knew, but
it was the movement that was driving Stiles crazy, like playmating.
 Derek was growling in Stiles’ ear, about how good Stiles was and how one day
he’d mate him, push his knot into Stiles and keep him full.
Soon, he lost his patience, extracting his claws and ripping them through
Stiles’ jeans like butter. He pulled the torn shreds from the lithe body below
him, his hands coming back with his underwear too.
“H-Hurts Der.” Derek looked down, seeing light red lines that were scratched
down his mate’s legs.
Derek cursed despite the shot of arousal that the marks sent to his brain, or
dick, or both. There was no blood thankfully, but he needed to be more careful.
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No…I-I like it.” Stiles covered his face with his hands, hips unconsciously
bucking into the air, his little cock brushing Derek’s stomach.
Derek on the other hand, was caught off guard, not expecting that but his wolf
was howling, his claws burning as they became sharper, wanting to give the boy
real marks.
He wouldn’t, but he could give his baby something. So he leaned down and bit
down on one of Stiles nipples, a hand going to palm his cock.
The reaction from Stiles was immediate, a fevered cry and hiss, his legs
stretching impossibly wider, and a gush of slick pulsing from his hole.
Derek pushed himself to his knees, tearing his own jeans form his skin. He
couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed himself down again, rubbing their bare bodies
against each other.
Stiles’ hands were still plastered over his face, even as muffled cries slipped
through his fingers. Derek gently gripped the boy’s wrists, pulling them off
and replacing them with his lips.
He led the boy’s hand down, wrapping his little fingers around his shaft, right
over his growing knot, a full body shiver racking his body at the contact.
And then he felt the wetness on his cheeks. Derek jerked back to see the glazed
over look on Stiles’ eyes, the thick tears slowly spilling out and running down
to the pillow.
“Stiles! Baby are you ok,” Derek was frantic, pulling Stiles’ hand from his
dick and rubbing the tears from the omega’s eyes. Once he removed his hand,
Stiles eyes snapped alert, a high pitched sob coming from him as his hands
desperately reached for Derek.
“N-no no, why did you stop? I’m sorry, b-but I don’t wanna stop!” Derek just
shook his head, pulling Stiles into a sitting position.
“You’re ok? Stiles, you’re crying.” He’d cried before, but that was when he was
in heat, and it was common among newly fertile omegas. But Derek didn’t smell
any heat pheromones.
“I’m ok Alpha, I don’t wanna stop.” Stiles reached for Derek’s dick but was
stopped. Derek searched Stiles’ eyes, seeing nothing but arousal.
“It’s too much baby, it’s overwhelming you. You were acting heat-dulled.”
Stiles shook his head, still breathing heavily.
He growled, a soft, frustrated sound, and dove at Derek, pushing at his
shoulders. The Alpha barely budged but it didn’t seem to matter because Stiles
tongue was suddenly lapping at Derek’s cock.
“Mm, so big,” Stiles murmured. Derek’s eyes punched red, a growling hiss
rolling through his throat as he ripped Stiles off him, pinning him back to the
bed.
“You’re testing me aren’t you omega? You think I’m too lenient with you? Think
I need to be rougher?” Derek snarled into Stile’s neck, the boy’s legs hooked
over his thighs as he started thrusting in earnest, the backboard slamming hard
into the wall.
Stiles had gotten what he wanted, for Derek to lose control, and his wolf was
loving it, his neck bared in submission as Stiles was being ground into the
mattress.
Their dicks were rubbing against each other, Derek’s thickly veined shaft
dwarfing Stiles baby cock as their precum and Stiles’ saliva made the friction
smooth.
“Alpha, e-empty.” Stiles’ hole was tightening around nothing, and it was
starting to hurt.
“Present.” Derek really had lost it, his voice so deep Stiles felt it vibrate
into him. But he could do nothing but obey, barley able to turn over with Derek
hovering so closely.
He tried pushing his ass up but Derek had already grabbed his hips and was
hauling them up, his claws digging into Stiles sides.
Stiles cried out as they pierced his skin, feeling a small amount of blood well
to the surface. A loud rumbling was going on inside the Alpha, one that
appealed to Stiles’ omega and made more slick flow from him.
 Derek’s hands were rough as they yanked Stiles’ ass futher up, his fingers
pushing Stile’s legs closed and a second later, a cock was being thrust against
Stiles’ hole.
Stiles keened as his Alpha’s meaty cock was coated in his own slick, his mind
clouding over. He needed it inside him, his whole body knew it.
“Knot me, Alpha. Please! I need it.”
But Derek wouldn’t give in to his pleas, only shoving in his thumb as his cock
slid in between Stiles’ thighs. And then he started moving.
Derek’s dick was pressed up right below Stiles’ taint so his mate’s jack
hammering hips was causing the two cocks to roughly slide together.
“D-D-Der, s-so rough,” Stiles’ voice stuttered in time with the thrusts, the
sounds lost amongst the beating of the headboard, the squelching sounds from
below, and the subsonic growls coming out of the Alpha.
Stiles smelled something delicious, a thick heady scent coming from Derek that
was slowly starting to make the omega’s body heat up.
Derek’s thumb was curled deep in Stiles’ hole and even though it was far form
enough, the over stimuli coupled with Derek’s possessive growling was enough to
send him over the edge.
Stiles came with a sob, the orgasm being pounded out of him, hot tears rolling
down his cheeks as his little cock spurted onto the one below it.
Derek ripped himself back, stumbling off the bed and back slamming into the
wall.
“Stiles…” Derek was panting hard, his voice like gravel, “run, g-get out.”
Stiles turned over and his eyes bulged at the sight of his mate. Derek was half
wolfed out, claws extracted, fangs out, and eyes a burning shade of red that
extended from his iris.
His cock was nearly purple, the knot below fully inflated, bigger than a fist
and the smell coming out of him made Stiles’ hole ache.
“Alpha, want you.” He started feeling the familiar heat burning under his skin,
his mind feeling the haziness.
Derek was aware of Stiles’ oncoming heat, no doubt triggered by Derek’s
pheromones but he needed to do something fast, his control barley holding on.
He charged for his jeans, or what was left of them, throwing the pieces around
till he found his phone. He quickly unlocked it, dialing the only person he
could trust with his omega that wasn’t otherwise busy.
“Yes?”
“MOM! Come get Stiles now. I’m in rut, and it’s triggering his heat, hurry.”
Derek hung up, resisting the urge to crush the phone in his hands to release
some stress.
His muscles were pulled in tight, his body heating up. Ruts were like heats in
the desperation for sex. But where omegas were plaint and open, Alphas were
aggressive and excessively dominant.
Omegas lost their ability to think coherently while Alphas became hyper
focused. So right now, all his senses were trained on Stiles who was a
quivering mess.
He wasn’t fully in heat yet and Derek could tell he was resisting his own
urges, but he was going to get there quickly, and if he did, that would be the
thing that broke Derek’s resolve.
This, was bad.
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                                  Chapter 10
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Derek couldn’t have Stiles leaving, not with a killer on the loose, and he
couldn’t leave him alone less he go into heat. The rejection would hurt Stiles
more than anything.
So he settled for putting a padlock on his door so Stiles couldn’t leave, and
locking himself in his bathroom.
Their pheromones would be the only comfort for either of them. Stiles was
sobbing, banging on the door, and Derek could smell the slick gushing down the
boy’s thighs.
It would be up to Derek to keep himself under control, if he wasn’t able to,
Stiles would accept his knot, even as it tore him open.
He roared, his head pressing back into the door, veins popping along the thick
column of his neck. He went into rut twice a year.
When that happened, he’d chain himself in the Hale Mansion, the furthest from
Stiles and suffer through it, all for his mate.
But it became abundantly clear why ruts and heats around mates were several
times more intense. Stiles was screaming, his heat the worst he’d ever had.
And Derek, who was known for his control, was using his claws to destroy his
bathroom, the curved spears cracking through tile and dry wall, his fangs
sinking into towels, ripping them at their seams.
It felt like a war, his whole body feeling the pull beyond the door, a single
thread of rationality holding him inside.
Our mate is crying for us, he hurts. He hurts because he wants to be filled
with pups and you won’t give them to him, why?
Derek sunk his claws into his forearms, desperately trying to ignore his wolf.
Smell him, how ripe he is, begging to be fucked. Mount him, knot him, make the
pain go away for both he and us.
“NO!”
WHY?
A clawed hand broke through the wood of the door, a second later there was a
tiny tongue lapping at the blood still on them.
“A-A-Alpha,” Stile hiccupped, tongue darting out to lick at Derek’s fingers.
Hot tears seared down his face, actually burning his cheeks.
His slick was just as hot, faint red burn barks underneath wherever the liquid
touched. His brain felt like caverns of boiling water, but the pain was the
worst.
Stiles’ entire body ached, his hole felt like a gaping void with the insides
cut up. It was the most unnerving feeling. Like something wasn’t there that
needed to be, and Stiles was incomplete without it.
Derek’s hand grabbed Stiles’ arm and pulled the boy against the door with a
hard crash. It shouldn’t be this way, but he had held out for so long, the
desperation was becoming violent.
“Mate,” Derek purred from the other side, his hands squeezing the boy’s arm in
a vice.
Stiles cried out, rubbing himself along the door like he would his Alpha’s
body.
“You d-don’t want m-me?” Derek growled lowly in response.
“S’always want you. My omega,” Derek cooed, sounding more like he was ripping
someone’s throat out with his teeth but hoping it helped his mate.
And then Stiles pulled away from the Alpha’s grasp, Derek too distracted to
tighten his grip. The Alpha hunkered down to look through the hole his hand had
made to see his omega running from him.
It was more of a pained stumble, but running nonetheless, and it broke Derek’s
reason. With both hands, Derek tore through the door, wooden shavings digging
into his flesh but he didn’t notice.
In seconds, he was through the wood, across the room, and on top of Stiles, the
boy having fallen to his knees on the other side of the room.
Derek had no control of his mind anymore as he mounted his mate, his thick cock
ready to spear the omega.
He lined himself up, his teeth clamped over the boy’s neck in a dominant
display, and he pushed. Stiles cried out as the tip pressed hard and popped
inside.
It was already such a stretch but Stiles couldn’t feel the blood that starting
welling over his rim. His mind was in an ecstatic haze, he was finally being
mated by his Alpha, his aggressive growls rippling into Stiles’ ears.
“DEREK HALE DON’T YOU DARE MATE HIM. YOU WOULD NEVER HURT HIM, GET AHOLD OF
YOURSELF.” Talia’s voice rang through the loft, her fists pounding into the
front door.
You would never hurt him. No, he wouldn’t. And yet, the strong scent of blood
punched him in the face. Derek leaned back, fighting his wolf to let him
release the boy’s neck from within his teeth.
He only won by a millimeter, his wolf snapping at him. Derek looked down the
line of his body, to where the tip of his cock twitched inside his mate.
Blood was lining his rim, mixing with Stiles’ slick that was burning his skin.
The omega was overheating, the liquid in his body almost boiling. If Derek
didn’t calm both of them down, Stiles’ heat was going to kill him from the
inside out.
It was enough of a wake-up call for Derek to regain some reason and he slowly
pulled out of Stiles, wincing as a gush of steaming blood came out after him.
Stiles screamed a devastated cry, so out of his mind that he started clawing at
the floorboards, trying desperately to push back onto his Alpha’s cock.
Derek forced himself to his dresser, yanking it open, and breaking the handle
off while doing it. He pulled out a pair of sweats, slipping them on backwards
and pulling out a black t-shirt.
Modestly really wasn’t in a wolf’s vocabulary, but the pants were more to cover
his scent, even a little. And the shirt he was currently trying to wrestle onto
his mate was for his own sanity.
He wouldn’t’ have his omega, who was in a deep heat, leave the loft naked. As
gone as Derek was, he would kill any Alpha that so much as smelled his mate in
the air.
Stiles was struggling every step of the way, his claws catching on whatever
they could and legs bucking in random jerks.
“Stop fighting me.” Stiles stopped, but more broken cries came huffing out of
his mouth.
“PLEASE! Please, Alpha! I’ll be good for you, I promise. I-It hurts, b-
burning.” Derek focused on just how hot the boy’s skin was and he thought of
what he could do that didn’t include his cock.
He needed to put him in cold water, and fast. But he had destroyed his
bathroom, bathtub included.
Grabbing the omega and lifting him up, desperately pushing down his own needs
and his wolf’s howling, he barged through his bedroom door.
Talia was pacing back and forth having broken the door open and once Derek
charged in, she was speechless. Nothing made Talia Hale speechless.
But a full grown Alpha werewolf in nothing but tented sweats holding the
feisty, crying body of one prepubescent omega in nothing but an oversized
shirt, both of whom were literally steaming, would do it.
“Derek, you need to get him in a bath, he’s going to burn up.”
“I destroyed the tub, you need to take him…take him,” Derek’s eyes were already
red but his pupils blew wide, his skin shaking with the fury of his wolf.
Mother or not, Talia was still an Alpha. His wolf wasn’t going to let her take
their mate anywhere.
Stiles continued to cry, overwhelmed by the pain and Derek’s actions. The Alpha
tucked his face into him, trying to comfort him despite his own grueling inner
war.
“Derek, I’m not taking him. You’ll attack me and even if I was able to get him
out of here, he’ll never heal from that kind of rejection.”
Derek growled, knowing it was true, even as his reason slowly began to leave
him again. He was so lost his wolf didn’t recognize Talia as family or his Head
Alpha.
Derek’s human mind was the only thing keeping things from going to shit. And
that was quickly going out the door as well.
“Ms. Talia? I’m sorry to barge in but you weren’t coming and I got worr-ah,”
Gwenevieve appeared in the doorway, her eyes roaming over the broken door, and
the three wolves inside.
Derek growled at her, seeing her as another threat. But Stiles, he went crazy.
He pushed himself off Derek and charged at her.
She was an unmated omega and Stiles didn’t need to be coherent to remember who
she was. He threw out his claws and slashed four deep gashes along her thigh.
She squealed and backed up, but Stiles just pushed forward. Or would have, if
it wasn’t for Talia’s hands pulling him back.
Derek ripped him from Talia’s grasp, snapping at her. She growled back at him
but let him have his omega.
“Gwen, go back to the car.” The girl was only a little shocked as she stared at
Talia.
“Derek’s in rut? Oh god, and he can’t mate. Derek, do you need help or?” Stiles
thrashed against Derek, trying to get at the female.
“He’s mine!”
“Gwen, leave now.” Derek’s voice was so wrecked, it was almost hard to speak
but he couldn’t have his mate any more aggravated. The girl jumped to obey, a
soft whimper falling from her lips.
“D-Der, please.” Stiles hoarsely whispered, wrapping himself around Derek. The
Alpha’s head was starting to hurt with how chaotic everything was, and where
Stiles scent would usually calm him, it only served to rile him up more.
Derek marched into the kitchen and he gently tilted Stiles’ head under the tap
and turned it on. The cold water felt so good on the omega’s overheated skin
even though the emptiness was starting to devour him.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through both of their necks and Derek got a glimpse
of Talia with a needle inside both of them, looking sorry but resolved.
They blacked out seconds later, their wolves howling for one another.
                                       …
“I told you to tranquilize them only if things got out of hand,” Deaton was
rubbing his temples, staring down at the comatose bodies of Derek and Stiles.
“Alan, Derek was looking at me like he was two seconds away from ripping my
throat out and Stiles was burning alive, so, it’s safe to say things got out of
hand.”
Talia stood with her arms crossed, eyes tired but alert. Deaton only sighed,
hand going down to cup his chin.
“Well, it’s dangerous to tranq people in heat, but it was probably for the best
in their case. I have no idea how Derek resisted. What this his regular rut?”
“Oh no, he has them scheduled and is never around Stiles when they come.”
“It was bad when Stiles was getting heats outside of his normal cycle, but for
Derek to start too is serious. If this happens again, he won’t be able to hold
back and he’ll hurt Stiles. Either way, we have to keep them together for now
otherwise they’ll wake up in heat and rut.”
“I have to take Gwen home, but you’ll stay here and watch them? Talk to Derek?”
“Of course Alpha,” Deaton nodded to Talia, giving her a reassuring smile. She
reached and squeezed Derek’s hand, patting Stiles gently on the cheek before
she left.
Deaton had covered Sties body with ice packs and they were successfully working
to cool his body temperature down. Derek’s body knew how to handle ruts so he
was fine, but even in sleep he was curled protectively around the smaller boy.
Deaton hoped all was well when they woke.
                                       …
Stiles woke up to warm, cold, and arguing. His body felt weighed down, but he
knew the familiar heat coming from behind him.
“Mm’nnn-Alphaaa~” Stiles whispered, his voice unable to hold a strong sound.
The heat pressed further into him, a hot mouth appearing by his ear.
“I’m here baby, I’m right here.” Stiles smiled, relief washing over him. Derek
scrambled to push the ice packs off of him.
“Derek, it’s the only way-“
“Deaton, you will not tell me when I will give him my mate bite. I understand
what you are saying and I will do it soon but it’s going to be a good
experience for him. I won’t rob him of that just because of our situation. Do
you understand me?”
“Yes Alpha.”
“Then leave. I need to be alone with him. Thank you for your help.” Deaton
didn’t bother arguing with him anymore, just left with a small slam of the
door.
“Deetone iss mad, Der,” Stiles cuddled into his mate, his body feeling weak and
pained, “Why?”
“He’s angry I won’t make this easier on him.” Stiles made a questioning sound,
burrowing in closer to Derek who had lain beside him, arms wrapped around the
omega.
“Stiles, your parents gave me their approval for me to give you my mate bite.”
Stiles eyes widened, shock plumping up his scent but he didn’t move.
“Y-Your mate bite? I thought we had to wait.”
“We won’t be able to have sex to honor it, but it would stop your heats and my
ruts. It would keep you safe.” That got Stiles to push up and stare down at
Derek.
“Then why don’t you do it now?” Derek merely chuckled, propping his head on his
hand and gazing up at his mate. His shirt dwarfed him but it brought him the
deepest level of satisfaction. 
“I want it to be special Stiles, for the both of us, not just to solve a
problem.”
“Then do it now!” Stiles smiled, his omega wolf feeling happier than he had all
week. He crawled on top of Derek, straddling his hips and smiling down at him.
Derek rubbed circles in Stiles’ hips, trying to ignore the nakedness pressed
against his clothed cock.
“No baby, I’ll decide when it happens, I want it to be a surprise but don’t
worry. It will happen soon.” Stiles pouted but gave in, trusting his Alpha.
He leaned down, pressing his head to Derek’s chest.
“Thank you for everything. I-I love you Alpha.” Derek inhaled in a rush,
squeezing Stiles against his chest.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” Derek tilted Stiles face up, leaning down to kiss him softly.
“I love you too, pup.”
                                       …
Derek dropped Stiles off at school the next morning, saying he would have the
bathroom fixed by the time he got home.
Stiles had only giggled at him, kissing his cheek before jumping out of the
car. He ran inside, almost running into Kira.
She was crouched by a classroom, crying. Stiles ran up to her, kneeling so he
could talk to her.
“What’s wrong?” It was a stupid question, of course. Her sister was in the
hospital, unable to move or talk. But Stiles didn’t think - “Hey Kira, I take
it Malia isn’t awake yet?” – would be the best approach.
The girl tensed, burying her face deeper into her knees.
“I’m ok Stiles, just sad. You should go to class.” He frowned at her, reaching
out a hand to touch her shoulder.
“I said go to class Stiles,” Kira yelled, her head snapping up. Stiles flew
backwards, landing on his butt but his eyes were wide in horror.
Kira’s eyes were Alpha red, the whites completely black, like Malia’s had been.
But he couldn’t ask questions, his body already moving to obey her.
He wanted to yell at her, Alpha Commands weren’t meant to be used to get an
omega to do what you wanted. He was fuming by the time his legs carried him to
class.
He ignored everyone, even Scott, until lunch. Kira grabbed him by the arm and
hauled him out of the cafeteria before he even had a chance to sit.
“I’m sorry!” She looked guilty, her eyes back to normal. Stiles just growled at
her.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again! Just because you’re an Alpha doesn’t mean
you get to do that. And what was wrong with your eyes this morning?”
She tensed again, her gaze darting to the floor.
“Uh…well, um.” She shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Don’t tell anyone. I was
just, uh, experimenting.”
“Experimenting,” Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The doctors said Malia was injected with wolfsbane. Apparently it does strange
things to weres who aren’t actually wolves. I-I just wanted to see what would
happen…”
“You injected yourself with wolfsbane to see what happened?” Stiles didn’t buy
it. Wolfsbane was harmful to anyone it touched, it was fatal to wolves but
anyone knew it would hurt.
“That’s why I said not to tell anyone! I know it’s stupid okay? I just wanted
to see if that’s what really happened to Malia. Please, Stiles, keep this a
secret. I really am sorry about this morning, I shouldn’t have used your gender
against you.”
Stiles sighed, understanding why she was stressed about her sister. He felt the
same about his mom. And he always did stupid things so he decided to let it go.
“Ok. I won’t tell anyone but don’t do it again! Do you want to come to the
hospital with me later? I have to go see my mom and we could go visit Malia?”
Stiles offered.
Malia grinned, relief washing over her face as she nodded. “Yeah, I would love
to!”
“Meet me in the front after school! Derek will take us. Now let’s go back, I’m
starving!”
                                       …
“Derek told me to come get ya.” Deputy Jordan Parrish smiled down at Stiles and
Kira, hands in his pockets.
“Why didn’t Derek come?” Stiles frowned.
“There’s been another attack. He’s out dealing with that. And seeing as I have
to bring some paperwork over to your dad, I offering to come get you.”
Beside him, Kira tensed, her fingers messing with the strings on her backpack.
The killings must be worrying her too.
“How do I know you’re not gonna kill us?” Stiles asked, face perfectly serious.
Jordan just laughed, ruffling Stiles’ hair.
“You are your dad’s son.” Stiles giggled, face braking into a smile as he
climbed in the police car.
Once they were on their way, Kira looking decidedly out the window, Stiles let
his curiosity out.
“Parrish, who was attacked?”
“Don’t know little man, they are keeping it under wraps, even from me.”
“Do you think dad knows?” Stiles huffed, wondering who it could be that even
Parrish didn’t know.
“He’d have to, no point in being the Sheriff if he’s kept in the dark. But the
whole department is going easy on him, what with your mom. I’m sorry about that
by the way.”
“It’s ok, she’s gonna be fine!”
“Yeah buddy, she will be.” Stiles smiled, Kira looking at him from the corner
of her eye.
                                       …
“You can’t leave now! It’s my-“ Stiles clamped his mouth shut. It was his
birthday on Saturday. They must have forgot with everything going on.
“Stiles, your mom is only getting sicker. She needs to get treated immediately.
They were going to do her surgeries here but then she’ll have to recover before
we can get her out to Denver. It would be easier on all of us if we went there
now.”
John looked worse if possible. It was clear he hadn’t slept, the entire ordeal
taking a large toll on him, even as he struggled to be the strong one for his
wife and son.
Stiles sagged, hiding his disappointment. His dad was working so hard to make
things ok, when they clearly weren’t. The least Stiles could do was not make it
worse.
“I-I understand dad. Just take care of her and you. You should get some sleep.
I’ve gotta go see Malia, but I’ll come back to see mom when she’s awake. W-When
do you leave.”
John sent a pained smiles his way, pulling him in for a hug.
“We leave tomorrow morning. You go visit Malia, and I’ll make sure your mom is
up when you get back.” Stiles squeezed his dad hard, trying desperately not to
be upset at the news.
He walked down from the ICU and into Malia’s room. Kira was perched on her bed,
crying silently. She looked over at Stiles and smiled, her eyes puffy and red.
“Hey.”
“Hey. How is she doing?” He walked over, looking down at the unmoving body on
the bed. Tubes were running everywhere, the soft beeping of the heart monitor
sounding like a morbid type of music.
“She’s the same. The doctors said she isn’t sick or anything, it’s just her
brain isn’t working. They don’t know why.”
“Seems like they never know why. I thought doctors knew everything but they are
just like us huh?” Stiles sniffed, eyes watering as the emotions caught up with
him.
“This isn’t fair.” Kira cried, her body sagging onto Malia’s. “Stiles, I’m
sorry.” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Stiles walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried.
“I’m sorry too Kira. It’s gonna be ok.”
                                       …
“It’s gonna be ok hun. We will call every night.” Claudia whispered into
Stiles’ hair, her voice raspy and tired, but comforting.
“You promise?’
“Yes baby, I promise.”
“Where did dad go?”
“He was called in, wouldn’t tell me what is was about.” Stiles sighed, gently
pushing himself up from his mom’s bed.
“Can I call Derek?” Claudia smiled.
“Of course. My phone is on the counter,” she said, pointing it out. Stiles
jumped off the bed and walked over to the phone.
Derek didn’t answer the first time. Stiles tried again.
“Hello,” he sounded haggard, rushed.
“Der?”
“Oh baby, it’s so good to hear you. I’m coming to get you now.”
“What’s wrong?” Stiles whimpered.
“I’ll talk to you once I get there pup, is everything ok?
“Y-Yeah. I miss you.” His wolf was pacing inside him. Stiles never realized how
much he needed Derek until he wasn’t with him.
“I miss you too runt. I’m almost there, I’ll see you soon.”
“Ok, bye Alpha.”
“Bye baby.”
Stiles shuffled around the room while he waited, his mom watching silently. The
Office played in the background.
Five minutes later, and Derek was walking in. Stiles threw himself at him, and
the Alpha caught him easily, squeezing him tightly to his chest.
“Jesus, I missed you.” Derek growled into him He sounded off, strangely raw.
Stiles was about to ask when Derek started breathing hard.
“They took her. They took my mom.” Derek collapsed onto the ground, his back
sliding along the door, his arms crushing his mate to him.
“Oh my god Derek, I-I’m so sorry. What happened?” Claudia was leaning forward,
looking more alarmed than a woman that sick had any right to. “What’s happened
to our Alpha?”
“She left yesterday to drop Gwen off. Gwen is an omega from the Anderson pack.
The one time Gwen didn’t have a ride back home and she asks Talia. And my mom
being who she is, being an Alpha, took her. And now they are both missing.”
Derek was panting into Stiles, the omega holding onto his mate as best he
could, trying to comfort him even as his own panic set in.
“Der, what’s gonna happen,” Stiles whispered.
“We are going to fight. That’s all we can do.”
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***** Chapter 11 *****
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                                  Chapter 11
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Stiles sat, nibbling on the steak Derek had made him, watching his Alpha argue
on the phone. Derek was now the acting Alpha of the Hale Pack, and everyone was
panicking.
Werewolves were nothing without their pack, and the Head Alpha was the
strongest foundation of it. Derek was capable, and the pack new it.
 But Talia had been their matriarch for years; her absence was like a physical
blow to the entire pack. After the first day, where the Hale family searched
tirelessly for her, finding no trace of neither wolves nor the car, they had to
let everyone know.
The police department had only known the basics but now the whole town was in
chaos. Among weres, wolves were the strongest, the protectors.
The Hales were one of the most powerful in this area, and Beacon Hills being
their home base meant they guarded the town.
Whoever was attacking and killing people disregarded species, going after any
Alpha they could. That meant the Hale Pack was responsible for everyone’s
safety.
And with Talia’s disappearance, everyone was on edge. Stiles had sat in Derek’s
Camaro on the way to his loft, surprised at how calm the Alpha was.
He allowed himself one break down in the hospital, but since then he’d been one
the phone, dealing with everyone from pack to Coach Finstock.
He had asked if practice was cancelled. Derek very smoothly told him that
school was canceled until further notice, hanging up when the man started to
argue. 
They had arrived at the loft, Derek carrying him the whole way. He had pressed
Stiles into the fluffy couch, kissing him hard and rough, then pushing off and
going to the kitchen.
He cooked two steaks, his eyebrows drawn in thought while Stiles stared at him
with doe eyes, staying silent. Once he finished with them, he placed their food
on the living room table, touching Stiles’ fondly then going off to answer more
calls.
He had been like that since, his steak left cold and untouched. Stiles was
curled in on himself but with an indignant huff he pushed himself up from the
couch.
He grabbed Derek’s plate and marched to the kitchen, putting the food in the
microwave and waiting while it heated up, his foot tapping on the floor.
Once it was done, Stiles pulled it out and began cutting it up into bite sized
pieces. He marched back into the living room, putting the plate down, and went
at Derek.
Stiles stood on the couch, and walked right over to the Alpha who was gazing
outside. The omega launched himself at Derek, hand shooting out to grab the
phone from him.
Derek grunted in surprise, catching Stiles by instinct and watching as the boys
fiingers slammed on the screen until he managed to hit the ‘end’ button.
“No more! You need to eat.” Derek opened his mouth, about to protest but Stiles
put a finger to his lips, his face determined. “No! Healthy Alphas are good
Alphas. Don’t you want to be a good Alpha?”
Derek nodded, deep fondness crossing his face.
“Then you gotta eat! Come on, we can watch Suicide Squad!” Stiles was no
nonsense as he pulled Derek to the couch, rushing to put the movie on and then
settling down next to Derek with a satisfying sigh.
Derek reached for his food, eyes questioning at the cut up pieces. He might
overwork himself but he could cut his own meat.
Stiles promptly slapped his hand away, looking quite offended as he reached for
it himself, plucking a piece with his fingers.
He sat up a little taller, pushing his hand to Derek’s mouth. He giggled at the
raised eyebrow Derek was sprouting even as he opened his mouth and accepted the
small piece of meat.
Derek found it beyond amusing that Stiles was feeding him, but he let him. The
look on Stiles face at the idea of him taking care of his Alpha was enough to
make Derek melt and want to give in.
But not for long. He grabbed a big piece and lifted it to Stiles mouth. The
omega looked shocked, then a little mad.
“Der, this isn’t how this works. I ate all of my food!”
“No baby, you didn’t.” Derek gestured to the half-eaten steak but Stiles just
grumbled. Derek pulled him by the waist and into his lap, growling softly.
“Full omegas are good omegas,” Derek said, grinning at Stiles’ blush, obviously
getting the double meaning as Derek slipped it past his lips.
Stiles opened, swallowing the piece whole and quickly latching onto Derek’s
fingers. He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the digits.
Derek hissed, bucking up unintentionally into Stiles open legs as he hardened.
Stiles moaned around his fingers, bobbing his head lightly.
Derek almost lost it, Stiles was made to suck. But he couldn’t let things go
further so he pulled his fingers out. The omega was about to pout when a series
of aggressive slams pounded on his door.
Stiles jumped, and Derek pulled him to his chest. He shot up, shoeing Stiles
into the kitchen to hide behind the counter.
Derek looked through the peephole and let out an enraged growl as he threw to
door open. The two clashed before either of them spoke, half-shifting and
lunging for each other.
Stiles was peaking around the corner, startled to see Vince behind the doorway.
When the two Alphas went at each other, Stiles panicked. And he did what Stiles
always did, put himself in danger.
He ran from behind Derek, pushing himself in between the two who currently had
the other’s claws stuck in their arms. He pushed Vince’s legs, pressing his
back against Derek.
“Stop!” Vince leapt back and Stiles was quickly pulled back behind Derek.
“Please stop!” Stiles cried, desperate not to have anything else go wrong
tonight.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Where is Gwen?” Vince snarled, lips peeled back. Both Alpha’s remained
shifted, their eyes glowing. Stiles was pressing his face into Derek’s hip, his
arms curled around his legs.
“Why would I know? Where is my mom?” Derek growled, equally as viscous, one
hand at the ready, the other holding the side of Stiles’ head.
“You took her, she’s my niece you piece of shit.”
“I had nothing to do with Gwen’s disappearance, but you are the prime suspect
for this entire situation.”
“Why the hell would I be involved in my niece’s disappearance?”
 “Alphas started dying when you moved in, and there’s nasty rumors going around
about your pack back East. Gwen needs a ride this one time and Talia, my
motherand Alpha, goes missing, and you think we did it?” Derek snapped his jaws
at him, fur starting to sprout along his arms and legs.
“I don’t know who the fuck is killing Alphas but what I will tell you is that I
know you’ve been suspecting my pack. We’ve done nothing and if I don’t find my
niece soon, I’m coming after you.”
“The Hale Pack will defend what is ours Anderson, don’t forget that.” It was a
very clear threat, attack, and there would be war.
The Anderson Pack was strong, but they were nothing compared to the Hales. And
Vince knew it. So with a tight lipped growl, he turned and left.
Before Derek could slam the door, he heard Vince’s last words. “Better watch
that omega of yours Hale.”
Derek had to press his face deep into Stiles neck to calm down and resist going
back out to fight him. If it was going to come down to a territory battle, the
Hales would not be the ones that started the fight.
                                       …
The next day, with no school and most businesses shutting down for the day, the
entirety of the Hale Pack was squeezed into Talia’s Restaurant and Pub.
Derek stood behind the bar, letting everyone shuffle in. Stiles sat on the
counter, Derek’s arms wrapped protectively around him.
Since last night he’d been hovering more than usual. It hadn’t been Derek’s
idea to gather here either but Peter had apparently called everyone down.
Peter, who was also standing behind the bar along with the rest of the Hales.
Laura and Cora looked shaken. The extended family hunkered in the booths, faces
drawn tight with worry.
Derek let out a single, vibrating growl which caused a hushed silence to fall
over the room, all eyes going to him.
“I won’t waste your time, you all should know by now that my mother, our Alpha,
Talia Hale, has been missing for nearly two days. She was last seen at the Hale
Mansion, taking Gwenevieve Anderson home to West Springs. Neither of them made
it home. We searched all of yesterday and found no trace of either or the car,
their scents included. Until further notice, public school has been canceled
and I expect every member of this pack to move into the Hale Mansion by
tonight. I want us all together in case there is an attack and so we can pool
our information. Does anyone disagree?”
“Why, dear nephew, should we listen to you.” Derek saw it coming, not trusting
Peter in the slightest.
“Because as of yesterday, I am the acting Alpha of the Hale Pack. Unless, of
course, you wish to challenge me?” Derek met Peter’s gaze, his eyes rimmed with
red.
Peter was silent, making Derek sigh.
“Who among us does not agree with my position as Alpha?” He asked the group. No
one said anything but everyone flashed their eyes.
It was a blatant show of respect, they accepted him as their Alpha. Derek
growled at Peter, warning him to act correctly.
“The Anderson pack has connections to the overturning of two packs in New York.
They never claimed their territories though so it is unknown exactly what their
involvement was. Regardless, they are first on my list for who has been
attacking Alphas. None of you are to go anywhere without another person with
you, and be wary of any Anderson in the area.”
Growls rained down, everyone’s anger and worry bubbling to the surface.
“But before anything can be done, we have one very important thing to do.
Claudia Stilinski, a beta of our pack, has been diagnosed with gastric cancer.
She leaves in about a half hour for Denver, Colorado for treatment. And we will
all be there to see her off, as a pack. Let’s go.”
Derek lifted Stiles up, hand curving possessively around his ass as he held him
to his side. The omega was preening at the attention, his hands touching
Derek’s hair.
The Alpha smiled down at him, rumbling into him as he carried him out the door.
Everyone moved to make way for the Alpha couple.
Once outside, Derek waited for everyone to file out, locking the door behind
them and following them to the hospital.
“You ok, baby?” Derek asked, hand cupping the back of Stiles’ neck while they
drove.
“I’m gonna miss them, Der.” Stiles sounded far away, his eyes gazing outside
the window.
“I know, but I don’t want you to think it’s permanent. Maybe we can even go
visit for your fall break?” Stiles turned toward Derek, smile plastered over
his face.
“Really?!” Derek nodded, thumb grazing Stiles’ hairline.
“Yes, pup. I don’t want you to worry and you make sure to tell me if you ever
need to talk.” Stiles murmured his agreement, his fingers pulling Derek’s hand
from his neck to hold it in his lap.
Once they got there, the size of the pack was almost comical. Talia’s
restaurant was definitely large but the idea that they all packed into it was
impressive.
They all stood outside, periwinkle colored balloons overflowing from the groups
of people.  As Derek and Stiles walked inside, nods of respect and sympathy
were thrown at them, even from the bullies who had tormented Stiles. They were
pack, after all.
Claudia was dressed in loose clothing, a large suitcase next to her. John stood
by her, arms crossed with a scowl stuck on his face.
“Alpha, we can’t leave.”
“No, we can’t,” Claudia agreed, grabbing John’s hand. Derek lifted his hand,
having none of it.
“Talia was our Alpha, we can’t just leave right before a territory fight goes
down. Add that to the fact that I’m the Sheriff and I just feel wrong about
it.”
“John, I appreciate the sentiment, but your mate is the most important and I
know you know that. It’s probably even more important that you leave now to
avoid the violence. Neither of you need that. I, well part of myself wants
Stiles to go with you,” the boy in question whipped his eyes up, jaw dropping
in shock, “but I would rather have him with me.” Stiles closed his mouth,
relief sweeping through him.
John was thin-lipped, clearly conflicted. But he nodded solemnly, knowing his
wife needed the treatment more than anything. Claudia, obviously, felt
differently.
“No. Talia has been one of my oldest friends, I am staying here dammit.”
“Claudia, I need you, as your Alpha, to go get treatment.”
“No Derek! I can’t just leave! John, tell him.” The man sighed, a hand going to
cup his mate’s face.
“We are going, we have to.” She looked at him disbelievingly, about to say
something when John beat her to it. “No Claud. I know you care about Talia, I
do too. But in your condition you won’t be able to do anything to help anyway.
And our son needs you alive. We. Are. Going.”
Claudia looked at him, her eyes simmering before she let out a long sigh.
“You’re right. I know, I know we have to go. But Derek, Alpha,” she said,
looking over at him, “I trust that you’ll find her and protect our home, our
pack, and our son.”
“Always.”
“Stiles, come with me for a bit.” The omega let Derek’s hand go, following his
mom into her room. She sat down in one of the chairs, lifting Sties onto her
lap.
“How are you feeling buddy?” Claudia ruffled his hair, tugging it lightly.
“I-I’m ok. I’m gonna miss you but Derek says we’ll go visit. And I want you
guys to be safe, so I think leaving is a good idea.”
“I would love for you both to visit, and you are safe here too Stiles. Derek
would never let something happen to you; that is why we trust him the way we
do. Did he tell you about the mate bite?
Stiles bit his lip and nodded. “He said you guys want me to have it.”
Claudia considered him, then reached up to tug her sweater down. On the
juncture between her shoulder and neck lay a scar, shaped like a bite mark with
four larger circles, where the fangs had entered.
“This is my mate mark. Your father gave me this years ago. Stiles, I want you
to know just how important it is. You bond with your mate beforehand, but after
the bite, you and Derek will need each other. Being away from the other for too
long can even make you sick. Wolves mate for life. Derek will teach you what
you need to do to give him his mark, but I wanted to tell you how much it
means. He has waited years for you Stiles. He was only fourteen when he met
you, he’s had to finish puberty, and suffer through so many ruts without you.
That is why we trust him, because we know he would do anything for you, even if
it hurts him. I know you love him, and no matter what anyone says about you
two, know that you were always meant to be mates.”
Stiles threw himself into Claudia, wrapping his arms around her neck. After
everyone had criticized his relationship with Derek, after all the rules and
restrictions, it would be his mom to tell him it was ok. That his love for
Derek was real and normal and important.
“Thank you mom,” Stiles whispered, slow tears dripping from his eyes. Claudia
was holding her son tightly, her own tears tracking down her colorless cheeks.
“It’s time to go baby.” She said, her voice shaking as she picked him up and
headed for the door. Derek and John were waiting down the hall, sad smiles on
their faces.
“You be good okay, listen to Derek and don’t go off anywhere by yourself.” She
whispered into his hair, Stiles face tucked into her neck as he cried.
“C-C-Call me every n-night, ok?” Stiles stuttered, fingers clutching at his
mom.
“I will baby, I promise I will.” She squeezed him hard, handing him over to
John who did the same.
“You don’t let anyone mess with you kiddo. You be strong and before you know
it, we will be back.” John shook as Stiles cried harder into his shoulder, one
arm wrapped around Claudia.
John looked up, his gaze hitting Derek as he jerked his chin towards them.
Derek got the message, coming in close behind Stiles to wrap his arms around
them.
They stayed there for a moment, the raw sadness like mud in their noses. When
they pulled apart, Stiles was in Derek’s arms.
Slowly, they all left the hospital, and Claudia was enveloped in her pack.
Everyone came forward to embrace her, wishing her well and promising to watch
over Stiles.
John and Claudia were overwhelmed by the support, but grateful. With one last
kiss to Stiles check, they got into the car that would take them to the
airport.
Stiles watched, tears cascading down his face, as they drove off, the car
slowly fading out of sight.
                                       …
Days passed, and Stiles is miserable. Derek was either on the phone, on his
computer, or managing the restaurant in Talia’s absence.
He had refused to close it, knowing it was a safe haven for their pack. They
had all moved into the Hale Mansion, the building plenty big to house everyone.
And even with his friends there, living with him, Stiles was slowly sinking. He
was always with Derek, the Alpha refusing to leave him anywhere out of his
sight.
But Derek wasn’t really withhim. He was always busy, always dealing with the
pack or other responsibilities.
And at night, when Derek was seemingly his and only his, the wolf would brood
over the Anderson Pack and his missing mother, Stiles often falling asleep long
before his mate did. If he ever did, that is, because Stiles always woke up
alone.
Like promised, his parents called every night. His mom’s surgery was set for
Saturday, the coincidence was almost painful but Stiles didn’t say anything,
simply happy she was getting help.
In fact, his birthday had mostly slipped his mind, the other issues taking
hold. So when Saturday came around and Derek took Stiles down to the
restaurant, placing him on a stool behind the bar, he wasn’t remotely surprised
when his birthday wasn’t brought up. By anyone.
Stiles wasn’t disappointed, not really. He didn’t even want to celebrate it
anymore, not with everything going on. But he started feeling itchy, like his
skin was crawling.
He remembered being taught what it meant when he was very young. You always had
a gender specific class every year until graduation.
In his first year, he learned about touch-starvation. Omegas needed physical
affection, it was just a part of their biology.
And until now, it had never been a problem, his parents were always
affectionate and he had Derek since he was five.
But the strange sensation was uncomfortable, making his wolf whine incessantly.
It seemed so ridiculous when his Alpha was so close. But he didn’t want to
bother him, so instead he snuck out of the back while Derek was in the kitchen.
He just wanted to get some air, what he got instead was Peter…and Kira, both
huddled at the end of the alley. Stiles shut the door quietly behind him,
crouching down behind the dumpster as he peaked out.
Peter had a hard hand on Kira’s wrist, shaking her roughly.
“Why are you here?! This is Hale Pack territory, humans have no business being
here.”
“L-Let me go! I just wanted to check on a friend!” Peter pushed her, Kira
easily stumbling and falling against the opposite wall. Stiles felt anger boil
up and he ran towards them.
“Peter leave her alone!” He shouted as he pushed at him. He looked to Kira, who
was covered in bruises and scratches. “What did he do to you?
“N-Nothing, I gotta go!” Before he could stop her, Kira ran off, limping
slightly as she went. Stiles growled at Peter.
“You hurt her!”
“I didn’t touch her,” Peter snarled, brushing past Stiles as he went.
“I’ll tell Derek! He won’t let you-“Peter whirled on him.
“What will he do? Do you know why your precious mate won’t tell you anything?
Why he is always too busy to pay attention to you?”
Stiles flushed, the itching sensation running down his spine.
“It’s because you are a child. Derek, my poor nephew has a little boy for his
mate. And now, when the Alpha of our pack needs his mate most, he can’t count
on you because of your age. Such a pity, really. So go ahead, little omega, go
run to your mate so he can solve all your problems for you. He is too much of a
fool to be looking in the right places anyway.”
And with that, Peter stalked off, leaving Stiles speechless in the alley,
emotion welling up in his body.
“Stiles!” Derek shouted from inside and Stiles immediately ran towards the door
and back into the restaurant. He crashed into hard abs, hands shooting out,
gripping him under the arms and hauling him up.
“Stiles, where were you?” Stiles hiccupped, his body overwhelmed by the sudden
contact after days of not having any. He clung to Derek, body shaking.
“Baby, what’s wrong, what happened?” Stiles wouldn’t tell him about Peter,
whose words were still stinging in his mind. Go run to your mate so he can
solve all your problems for you.
“Y-You didn’t touch m-me…” Stiles was impressed that he wasn’t crying. His body
was too busy shaking and pressing itself closer to Derek.
The Alpha cursed, arms pulling him in tight. “Dammit Stiles, I’m so sorry. I
didn’t do it because of you, I’ve been so busy and I didn’t want you to get too
involved.”
“I-I’m your mate. You should talk to me too.” Stiles was stinging with the pain
from his words. Peter was right, he couldn’t help Derek.
“I know baby, but let’s not talk about any of that now. We’ll go home and I’ll
shut my phone off. You’ll sit in my lap the whole night and I’ll sleep with
you, okay?” Stiles mumbled his agreement, his face still stuffed in Derek’s
neck.
After waiting for the last costumers to shuffle out and locking up, Derek drove
them both home. Stiles sat in between his legs, behind the steering wheel, the
whole way.
Once they got home, Stiles was humming with excitement, happy to enjoy some
time with his mate again.
He burst through the doors and
“SURPRISE!”
Stiles stared, wide eyed at the display before him. Streamers hung from the
ceiling and stairway, Millennium Falcon and R2-D2 balloons bounding off every
surface.
Below stood the entire pack, grins on their faces. Some carried glowing light
sabers, others were dressed as C-3PO and Storm Troopers. Stiles was blown away.
He was bombarded with people wishing him a Happy Birthday, Derek always with a
hand on his shoulder.
Stiles was so shocked, never imagining he’d actually get the party. He didn’t
even think anyone remembered.
Behind him, Derek crouched down, a muscled arm curling around Stiles’ waist.
“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” Stiles whipped around and hugged the
older male. “Happy Birthday baby.”
“Thank you,” Stiles whispered, more emotion in his voice than he meant to put.
This made the whole week a little better.
                                       …
Stiles narrowly dodged the red light saber coming at his head. He, of course,
wielded the only gold saber of the bunch. Derek did his homework, finding out
which was the rarest and Stiles had screamed his excitement when the Alpha gave
it to him.
And now, all the kids and teenagers of the pack were at war with each other,
swinging and dodging like crazed warriors.
When the Alpha boys from school got their sabers, they all looked at Stiles
with murderous eyes. Until Derek growled menacingly, his arms crossed as he
leaned against the post on the deck.
They had scampered away, baring their necks as they passed. But now, Stiles was
locked in deadly battle with Scott, Isaac, and Jackson.
Scott held his blue saber high, crashing it down on Isaac’s back. Jackson
charged at Stiles but the omega dodged at the last second, turning around to
trip the other boy. Scott and Stiles raised their sabers high, victory calls
spewing from their mouths as Jackson and Isaac flailed on the ground.
“Dinner time, everyone inside!” Erica shouted, a delighted smile of her face.
All the pups dashed forward, trying to beat each other to the tables.
Stiles, being as small as he is, was almost trampled. Derek descended the
stairs and promptly lifted Stiles into his arms.
Stiles was laughing, his eyes bright and shoulders relaxed. Derek hadn’t seen
him like that in so long, and pride was beaming inside of him.
The party turned out better than he had expected, the pack completely on board.
They couldn’t resist celebrating the birthday of the Alpha’s mate, especially
with everything that had happened. They all needed this.
Dozens of tables were set up in the bottom floors rooms, food covering the tops
of them. And of course, two seats were reserved for the Alpha pair. But of
course, Derek had Stiles in his lap all night.
For Stiles, he was in heaven. The house was full of nothing but happy chatter
and laughing, the food was delicious, and everything was Star Wars themed.
What meant the most though, was how Derek was with him. He had never tried to
distance them in public, but they had never been this close, this in tune with
each other.
And Derek was very commanding with his affection for Stiles and it made the
omega’s wolf howl. Whether it was sitting in his lap, nuzzling one another,
even kissing, Derek did it with no shame or hesitation.
If anyone in the pack had questioned their being together, they certainly
didn’t now. His parents even called at one point to wish him a Happy Birthday,
the surgery having gone well.
And the cake, which was a mint chocolate chip ice cream cake, was splattered
with Star Wars figurines. Stiles had been in a fuzzy state of happiness while
Derek fed him little bites of the cold, gooey concoction.
When the night began winding down, Derek cradled Stiles close to his chest, the
Alpha’s head nuzzling into Stiles.  
“I have one last gift pup,” Derek whispered, his teeth biting into Stiles neck,
right where his mate mark would be.
Stiles looked up at him, wide-eyed.
“T-Tonight?” Derek’s eyes were predatory, a slow smirk spreading on his face.
“Yes, my little omega. Tonight.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
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                                  Chapter 12
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They had gone back to Derek’s loft for the night, Derek having told everyone to
lock up and be safe before he whisked the omega out the door.
Stiles was a small ball of nerves as Derek hulked him inside, having said very
little on the way over. Instead, the Alpha was so high strung, his muscles
twitching involuntarily as his pheromones went crazy.
Once inside, he sat Stiles down on his lap, gently rutting into him. It was
about as casual as humping could be, but Derek’s eyes were serious so Stiles
could only whimper helplessly until his Alpha spoke.
“Before we start, you need to know how this is going to happen. What do you
know about mate biting?” Derek asked, hips still slowly grinding into Stiles’
parted legs.
The omega was panting softly, his mind slow to process Derek’s words.
“Um, n-not a lot. I just know it’s super important, that it won’t ever heal,
and that we will be real mates.”
“We’ve always been real mates pup, but this will tie the bond, make it last
forever. We will need to be together often and for this to work, and to not
just be another bite, we will need to come at the same time and rub it into the
wounds.”
Stiles went red in seconds, his already hard cock twitching, his hole leaking.
Derek growled, hips slamming up into the omega while his hands pushed on his
hips.
“You ready for that baby?” In his eagerness, Stiles began yanking his shirt up
but the Alpha quickly stopped him.
“No, we are going to take this slow. We have to trick our hormones, make them
think we are mating. Make them think you are going to be filled by your Alpha.”
Stiles nodded, already drunk off the heat pooling in his belly. Derek
immediately started setting the pace, his thick cock pressing right up into
Stiles’ taint.
“Do you know what playmating is pup?” Derek asked, thumbs smoothing under the
boy’s shirt, rubbing into his skin.
“…ah, uh, p-playing while mating?” Derek slapped a hand down onto Stiles ass,
breathing deeply as Stiles’ breath hitched.
“Wrong. Try again.” Stiles whimpered, hips entirely under Derek’s control as
they moved together.
“I-I don’t know Der! Please, do something.” Stiles begged, trying desperately
to push his hips further down. Derek growled, hands stopping their movements.
“This is important baby. Try again. What is playmating?” Stiles was panting
hard, hole clenching repeatedly.
“Is it like, um, f-fake mating?” Derek rumbled, bring his hips back in contact
with Stiles’ as he gave a hard thrust.
“A little like that yes. I’ll show you.” With a quick turn, Derek had Stiles on
his back, his legs spread open on the couch.
Slowly, he started rocking his hips, letting the omega feel the hard line of
his dick as it swelled through his jeans.
Stiles’ nipples were hard, poking up into the cotton material of his shirt. He
was moaning, hands balled into fists against Derek’s shirt.
Derek sealed his mouth over Stiles’, moving his lips slowly against the other.
With a particularly hard thrust, Stiles was jerked upward, a broken gasp
hiccupping from his mouth and Derek let his tongue slide in.
Where Stiles was jumpy, desperately stroking his tongue on Derek’s, the Alpha
forced him to slow, giving him little nips on his bottom lip as rewards.
When he pulled back, Stiles was flushed, a deep red coloring his cheeks, his
eyes glassy and lips swollen.
“Tell me what you want baby.” Derek whispered, hips painfully slow as they
rubbed into Stiles.
“S’not enough Alpha. I-I want to s-suck you.” Derek let out a rolling growl,
his breath ghosting over Stiles neck.
He picked the boy up, carrying him to his bed. Once he placed him down, Stiles
was diving toward his crotch but he caught him easily.
“Not yet pup, I need to work you over a little bit more.” Derek’s voice was
soft, but his hands were rough as he turned Stiles over, pushing his shoulders
down.
“Look at you. I don’t even have to tell you what to do, you just lift that
little ass of yours for me. Such a good omega.” Derek remarked, eyes glowing
softly as he smoothed a hand down Stiles spine, his fingers dipping into the
cleft of his cheeks.
Even through the denim, Derek could feel how wet his mate was. He got on the
mattress, his knees making the bed dip.
He draped himself over the boy, his teeth clamping onto Stiles’ neck hard. The
boy whined, and Derek started rutting again, his cock right up against Stiles’
hole.
“C-Clothes, ah, offff.”
“What a demanding, greedy little omega you are, so hungry for my cock aren’t
you baby?”
“Yes! Yes Alpha please!” Derek pulled his hips back and slammed them back in
once, hitting right over Stiles’ hole as he gauged his reaction.
The boy lost it, tears falling form his eyes as his wolf howled. This was
playmating. His wolf felt the same as if he was being mated, felt the same urge
to submit and take it from his Alpha.
“There you go baby, that’s what we need.” Derek slowly hooked Stiles’ jeans in
his fingers, rocking them slowly down his hips.
Derek growled at the sight of Stiles’ gushing hole and rounded ass.
“B-B-Bite..umph, please.” Derek shushed him, hands caressing over his mate as
he cooed approvingly.
“Be patient, pup.” With a soft slap, Derek swatted Stiles’ ass, knowing the act
would make the omega feel more grounded.
He finished undressing his mate, the boy a shivering, leaking mess. Derek
quickly disrobed himself, stroking his cock lazily as he eyed his omega.
Stiles was softly rutting into the bed, the scent of his precum heavy against
the sheets. His eyes were glowing gold, his little claws ripping into the
bedding.
“On your back, omega. Show me your baby cock.” Stiles fell to his side, rolling
over and spreading his legs.
He was mewling quietly, his tiny dick twitching in desperation to be touched.
Derek slowly dropped down, shoulders rolling as they bunched in between Stiles
legs.
Derek licked a long stripe up along Stiles cock but the boy’s hands shot to his
head, pushing him back. The Alpha growled lowly, his wolf angry at the
disruption.
“N-No Der, it’s d-d-dirty.” Derek smirked, his large hand going to stroke
Stiles’, his thumb rubbing along the slit.
“It’s not dirty baby, you wanted to suck me didn’t you? Do you think I’m
dirty?”
“No!” Stiles shot up, or tried to but Derek held him down. With one hard suck,
he swallowed him down.
Stiles fell back, his spine arching as a gasp ripped from his lungs. Derek
pulled off, humming thoughtfully.
“I guess I won’t if you don’t like it.”
“N-No,” Stiles whispered, hands covering his face, “I like it. D-Do it again.”
“Good boys ask nicely.” Stiles cried softly, embarrassed with his need.
“Please Alpha, p-please suck me.” With a purred approval, Derek eagerly sucked
him down again, his lips wrapping around the tiny shaft.
He could take the whole thing in easily, his throat hungrily contracting. He
felt his wolf edging just underneath his skin.
Derek slipped a single finger inside of Stiles, gently massaging him. When the
boy’s moans got wilder, Derek curled his fingers, knowing exactly where to
touch.
Stiles came, his hips convulsing as Derek swallowed every drop his mate gave
him, his fingers still stroking Stiles’ through it.
He pulled off not long after, Stiles whining, his hips thrusting uselessly into
the air. Derek stood, grabbing Stiles arms so the omega sat up, his eyes hazy.
“You ok baby? You with me?” Stiles nodded, his wolf aware that he was going to
receive his mate bite so he felt no prickly heat beating at his blood even if
his mind was foggy.
“Y-You swallowed it.”
“Of course I did, I would never waste anything you gave to me.” Derek slowly
started pumping himself again, watching as Stiles sat wide eyed, level with his
cock. Slowly, the boy leaned forward, and Derek resisted the urge to lean back.
He watched as Stiles’ tongue slowly lapped at the tip, his breath rushing out
of him. Especially as the omega moaned wantonly.
“You like that pup? Like how your Alpha tastes.” Stiles nodded hurriedly,
little muffled whines escaping his mouth as he desperately slurped Derek’s
precum up.
Stiles has both hands wrapped around Derek’s cock as he tried pushing his mouth
over the tip. It was a tight fit, his lips stretched wide around the sheer
girth of it.
Derek groaned, one hand cupping Stiles cheek, the other’s claws digging into
skin as it took every ounce of his control to not thrust forward.
“That’s good baby, you’re so good for me, so good for your Alpha.” Stiles
whimpered at the praise, trying desperately to push his mouth down for more but
Derek stopped him, not wanting him to choke.
His cheeked hollowed out, his tongue darting over the slit of Derek’s cock.
Slowly, his hand drifted down his back behind him, his fingers rubbing his
slick hole.
Stiles moaned onto Derek’s dick, the sounds making the shaft thicken in his
hand. Derek’s head was rolling on his shoulders, sweat dripping down his chest
as he held back.
He looked down to see Stiles’ little fingers pumping in and out of himself and
he let out a warning growl. The omega looked up, startled, and Derek almost
came seeing those big eyes gaze up at him, his lips pulled tight around the tip
of his cock.
Derek pulled back, twitching at the pop of Stiles mouth and the saliva that
coated his lips.
“Did I say you could touch yourself pup?” Stiles’ eyes went wide, his fingers
yanking back out of him. He looked down, biting his lip.
“No, I’m sorry Alpha. I-I just need something i-inside.” Derek gently pushed
Stiles back.
“Remember baby, you want something, you tell me.” Derek strode over to his
nightstand, pulling something from the drawer.
Stiles was writhing on the bed, his fingers tangled in the sheets behind him as
he resisted touching himself. He was already hard again, and needy, high
pitched whines were being directed at his Alpha.
Derek was in between his legs in seconds, their cocks lined up and rocking
together. Above Stiles, Derek was messing with something.
“Der?”
“Shh baby, look.” It was a small, knotted dildo. Derek had gotten it specially
made just for this occasion. It was black, realistic in shape but was much
smaller, a few fingers wide and just as long with a swollen base. Derek had
lubed it up so it was dripping.
Stiles cried out, slick pouring from his hole as his legs split even wider.
“You want this in you pup?” Derek purred, grinding his cock down hard into
Stiles.
“Yes Alpha, wanna be filed.” Stiles whimpered helplessly. Derek leaned back,
pushing the omega further up on the bed.
He grabbed to pillows, stuffing them under Stiles’ hips. He slowly started
massaging his mate’s hole, watching as it fluttered around his fingers.
“So hungry,” He mumbled. Once Sties was relaxed enough, he put the tip of the
dildo up against his entrance.
Derek gently rubbed the tip over him, lube mixing with Stiles’ slick. Slowly,
he pushed, watching intensely as the black silicone slowly disappeared inside
his mate.
Stiles chest was heaving, his back arching so hard Derek had to keep one hand
on his belly, his fingers spanning the width of his hips as hey bucked.
“Stiles, I need you to stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.” The omega was
whimpering quietly above him, sniffling as he felt the odd object enter him.
“I don’t want it, Der. Want you…” Stiles started really struggling and Derek
had to make a decision. If Stiles worked himself up too much, his wolf wouldn’t
accept the bite and all his efforts would be wasted. This wouldn’t work a
second time.
“Stay still omega.” Stiles froze, his struggles ceasing and Derek was able to
slip the rest of it in, the knot hanging out. He then grabbed the knot sleeve
he left on the bed and fitted it around the base of his own cock. It would pull
tighter the more Derek swelled, imitating being inside of his omega.
 Derek climbed back over Stiles, tucking himself real close to his mate who was
biting his lip raw. He grabbed said lip and tugged it gently.
“Let go of it baby.” Stiles made an indignant sound, biting harder and Derek
sighed. “Stiles you know I can’t. We can’t, not until you are older. But we
need to do this now otherwise both of us won’t be able to be around each other
at all, do you want that?”
Stiles looked conflicted, loosening his grip on his lip and gazing up at Derek.
He started softly rutting up against the Alpha.
“No. I…I want the bite. But I don’t wanna wait too long.” Derek nuzzled Stiles
neck, scent marking him.
“I would never make you wait too long pup. Now, you ready?” Stiles moaned in
answer and Derek let go, allowing his wolf to emerge.
His eyes burned bright, fangs elongated and dripping, and his claws were
denting the metal backboard. Stiles reacted the same, a soft needy growl coming
from him as Derek started thrusting in earnest.
Like last time, the bed slammed into the wall, the legs sliding over the
carpet. Stiles had his hands circling around Derek’s neck, face tucked into him
as each slide against his own little cock caused him to whine.
He could feel the dildo inside of him, bucking against his prostate with every
snap of his Alpha’s hips. His wolf was right with him, and even though Stiles
knew Derek wasn’t actually inside him, his wolf couldn’t tell the difference.
Derek dropped to his elbows, his chest aligned with Stiles face, reminding him
how small he was. He was groaning into the mattress, hips uncontrollable as
they slammed forward, his cock pressing hard into Stiles’.
The build-up was coming fast, both of their fangs aching as they prepared to
sink into the others neck.
“You are going to come for me, my little mate.” Derek ground out, hips
hammering away. At the last second, when he felt the sleeve start to really
squeeze his growing knot, he sat up.
He thrusted hard, the new angle aligning his heavy sack with the base of the
dildo inside of Stiles’. A few rougher pounds later and the knot slipped into
the omega. Stiles arched his back, screaming just as Derek picked him up, his
own orgasm overtaking him.
Derek put his mouth over Stiles’ neck and bit, feeling a wave of relief as his
fangs sank below the flesh.
Stiles bit right over the side of Derek’s neck, the knot inside of him making
his wolf howl with pleasure as blood hit his mouth.
The two came down slowly, their teeth still locked inside each other. Derek
gathered the mixed come splattered on their stomach and chests, twining his
hand in Stiles’ afterwards.
The two brought their come soaked hands up, releasing their fangs and quickly
rubbing the liquid into the wounds.
Derek had to help guide Stiles who was too blissed out to concentrate much.
Afterwards, with the wounds glowing softly as they healed and their newly
formed bond seated heavily in their chests, they laid down.
Stiles was curled up into Derek, and the Alpha was slowly running his
fingertips along Stiles' back. Derek grabbed the remote on the night stand and
clicked the TV on.
Stiles was sighing contentedly, his body splayed over Derek, his breathing
becoming slow even as he nuzzled into his mate, right over his chest where the
bond was.
“D’you feel it Alpha?” Derek grazed his thumb over Stiles cheek, feeling the
soft skin wrinkle as his mate smiled.
“I feel it baby. We are mated now. You’re mine, forever.”
They spent the rest of the night like that, wrapped around each other, watching
reruns of Star Trek while holding each other. Derek had never felt more content
in his life. 
                                       …
The call came at midnight, when Stiles was safely tucked into Derek’s side,
their heartbeats even as they slept.
Derek’s eyes snapped opened, already Alpha red. The ringing came from the
landline on his end table. Only the pack had that number, and if they were
calling now, it meant something bad.
His hand slammed down on it, jerking it to his ear even as Stiles made little
huffing sounds next to him, clearly disturbed from his rest.
“Alpha, the Andersons have attacked. We need you.” The phone went dead, but not
before Derek heard the sound of piercings roars behind the panicked voice of
Erica.
Derek was up and dressed in seconds, Stiles still rubbing the sleep from his
eyes as he stared dazedly at his agitated mate.
“W’as wrong, Alpha?” Derek looked at him, his chest hurting at the decision he
had the make. He could bring Stiles, hide him in the basement where the other
pups must be.
But if they were caught, he’d be stolen and raped. After that, he would die,
the bond unable to sustain that kind of trauma.
He couldn’t bring him to the fight, there was no way. But that meant leaving
him here, alone. Derek growled and punched the wall, feeling the dry wall spear
towards his arm as his fist sank through.
Stiles whined at his mate’s anger, crawling towards him on the bed. Derek
strode for him, picking him up and crushing him to his check, his fangs sinking
into the still healing mate mark.
It was like a switch, Stiles went pliant immediately, a heavy sigh rolling
through his body. Derek started his Alpha growling, knowing it would keep
Stiles calm as he got him dressed and carried him to the apartment a floor
above them.
The Hales owned this particular apartment complex and Derek had kept the one
above his vacant, an emergency hide away.
In it, he had a stash of guns, knives, and other weapons. Those were for
encounters with hunters, pack battles were done as wolves so he wouldn’t need
them. He also had plenty of nonperishable food and water, a bed, some clothes,
and another cellphone with the packs contacts in it.  
He ignored Stiles questioning sounds as they walked in and he was placed on the
bed. He had supplied the room with a TV when Stiles starting coming over,
knowing the boy would need it should he ever have to keep him there.
Derek grabbed the thick blanket, draping it around Stiles’ shoulders. He kissed
the boy hard, thumb rubbing over the mate mark. He stepped back, looking down
at his precious mate.
“The Anderson Pack attacked the Hale Mansion, I have to go.” Derek saw Stiles’
eyes light up with realization, his jaw working to protest but Derek didn’t
give him the opportunity.
“You will stay inside this apartment. You will not leave for any reason unless
I, or an adult from the pack comes to get you. If you hear anything happen in
the apartment below this one, you will hide in the closet behind the small
door. Eat, sleep, and take care of yourself until I return. Do you understand
me, omega?”
Derek put the utmost authority into his voice, his eyes burning red as Stiles
slowly shrunk into himself. When he was finished Stiles whimpered.
“Y-Yes Alpha.”
“I love you Stiles, but I need you safe.” Derek walked back over, feeling his
chest curl in pain at the sight of unshed tears swimming in his mate’s eyes.
He pulled the boy to him, kissing his head and lips before pulling back. Stiles
was clutching him, claws digging into his shoulders. The Alpha had to gently
pry his hands away, cupping his cheek one last time before turning and striding
out the door.
“Come back safe!” Stiles cried, his tears finally falling as he watched his
mate’s back disappear.
                                       …
Derek smelt the fire before he saw it, the gas pedal pressed down as far as it
would go. He slammed on the breaks just before he came upon the mansion,
tearing out of the car and shifting immediately.
He cranked his head back as he ran and howled, a call to his pack and warning
to his enemies. He sprinted towards the fighting wolves, the mansion ablaze
behind them.
They were nothing but shadowed silhouettes with the light from the flames
pulsing from the building. The Andersons were quick to notice his arrival and
he was stormed by a group of them.
He could only hope that someone had the foresight to get the pups out of the
mansion and to safety, because he certainly wouldn’t be able to. Before they
were on him, he couldn’t help but think how happy he was that he hadn’t brought
Stiles.
                                       …
Stiles was crying on the bed, his fists beating into the mattress. He could do
nothing. Derek could die and he wouldn’t even be able to leave.
Disobeying was impossible now, the bond would shoot pain up his back if he even
thought of leaving. And the bond was its own problem.
 To be separated from his mate so early after the mate mark was given, was
excruciating. His body was writhing with need, not unlike his heats, but with
his whole body hurting for its mate.
For Derek.
                                       …
Derek lost himself in the fight, letting his wolf take over as he dodged claws,
as his own jaws sank into coarse fur.
All around him, were the growls and cries of his pack. Once their Alpha had
arrived, they fought with renewed fever, their sheer number overwhelming the
Andersons.
But as an inhuman roar ripped through the air, its sound that of a demon, Derek
new this wasn’t a random attack.
He turned towards the sound, his eyes landing on an eight foot monster with
glowing red eyes. It was the creature that attacked Boyd that night.
Moreover, he was a werewolf, but none like Derek had ever seen. It stood on its
hind legs, its upper body built with bulging muscle.
All of its features were sharper, angrier. And it was currently growling at
Derek. The Alpha breathed in deep, trying to place the scent.
It was off, smelling of something synthetic. But once enough of it got through
Derek’s nose and into his head, he knew. It was Vince.
                                       …
Stiles didn’t have a cell phone, but he had played on Derek’s enough to know
how to use one. He tried calling everyone, except his parents.
They would freak out and there was nothing they could do anyway. Of course, no
one answered and Stiles panicked.
He had to hold the scentless blanket over himself so he could calm down. He
settled for turning the TV on, praying for a distraction so he didn’t have to
think about the pain radiating from his chest and his pack who could all be
dying right then.
                                       …
They would die right then if Derek didn’t do something. So he charged Vince
head on, not giving him the chance to attack any of his pack.
Even with his size, Derek was still much smaller than the hulking wolf in front
of him. Vince shot down to all fours and sprinted back at him.
His speed was incredible, his jaws open and dripping with saliva. His eyes were
wild, feral. They clashed, their jaws snapping, claws ripping into one another.
The pain bloomed along his entire body, his fur damp with blood but he kept
going. He knew he couldn’t win against him, not like this. But he would do as
much damage as he could before he passed out or died.
As Derek’s head was caught between thick jaws, his skull cracking beneath the
pressure, he thought of his mate. No one, not even his pack knew where Stiles
was. And he didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But as his vision faded to black, he hoped his omega would be safe.
                                       …
In the apartment, Stiles screamed, feeling a deep, piercing pain in his chest
and he knew it was Derek. Something had happened. He sprinted to the door, his
legs crumbling before he could even touch the knob.
He cried put in pain, his claws still reaching for the door he couldn’t walk
out of.
“DEREK~!!!”
Chapter End Notes
     FUUUUUCK DEREK :((((
     Like, the smut was so nice and fun and hot to write and then
     everything went to shit and I'M SORRY.
     Also, picture Vince as an Underworld werewolf.
     I'll get to writing the next chapter right away fluffs so do not
     fear!
     Tell me all the thoughts in the comments. Let me hear your
     frustration!!!!
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     BAM BITCHES!!! So, yes, I felt bad about the cliffhanger. I never
     knew how much of them would find their slinky way into this story.
     But because of all your outcries, ones that made me feel all fuzzy, I
     have busted this shit out.
     Now yes, it is a tad shorter, but boy, you'll see why. Lots of shit
     is gonna be reveled.
     So please, enjoy. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 13
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Stiles was sobbing in the corner, his whole body racking with the force of
them. He was hyperventilating, the pain in his chest agonizing.
He had tried calling everyone again, with no answer. And he was trapped there.
He had eaten a granola bar, the order from Derek still solidly in his mind even
though he wasn’t hungry.
Stiles could do nothing but think and he didn’t know how much time had passed.
He didn’t care to check the phone or turn the TV back on. He dimly noted that
daylight had shown through the windows, the night passing in shrewd silence.
The Anderson Pack must have been behind the murders; that much was clear. They
wanted to take over the Hale territory.
But something didn’t sit right with him, something didn’t add up. He thought of
Malia and Kira. They had just moved to town, and they weren’t pack.
Why, out of everyone in town, was Malia targeted? And Kira had mentioned
wolfsbane injections. Stiles didn’t know if the Andersons would risk handling
the plant considering what it could do to them.  
And then he remembered Peter who he had neglected to call, not trusting the
beta to help him if he managed to reach him.
He is too much of a fool to be looking in the right places anyway. Peter had
said that about Derek, which meant he must think he was on to something. And
right now, Stiles would settle for something.
He scrambled onto the bed, his eyes slightly hazy from crying as he grappled
for the phone. He scrolled through the contacts, found Peter, and hit the call
button.
Beyond all hope, Peter snarled through the other line, “Where the fuck are
you?”
“Peter! It’s Stiles, where’s Derek?!” The beta was silent and Stiles almost
screamed.
“I don’t know where your mate is boy, they ran off with him. I thought he would
have gotten away by now, but that is obviously not the case. Where are you, and
most importantly, why are you using this phone to call me?”
“Who ran off with him? Was he ok? Is the pack ok? And Derek gave me the phone,
no one else is answering.” Peter chuckled darkly.
“That would be because everyone else is trying to put out the fire. The
Andersons ran off after their Alpha took Derek. I’m sitting here at the
hospital, Laura was injured.”
“What fire? Vince took Derek? Are they going to kill him?? They are, aren’t
they, like all the other Alphas?” Stiles hiccupped again, tears fast tracking
their way down his face.
“Snap out of it omega, the Andersons aren’t the killers. I’m still trying to
figure out what’s going on. I don’t have time for this-“
“Wait!” Stiles shouted, hands shaking as they clutched the phone. “Y-You said
you knew something. Tell me!”
“And why should I do that?”
“I know things too! Kira was telling me some stuff, a-about what happened to
Malia.” There was a long pause.
“I’m waiting for Cora to get here. I’ll go get you after, where are you?”
“The apartment above Derek’s loft.” Peter hung up without another word. Stiles
fell back onto the bed, wishing it at least carried Derek’s scent but it only
smelled of stale laundry detergent.
Stiles didn’t know if this was a good idea, considering how Peter had acted,
always acted really. But if he knew something, he doubted the rest of the pack
would listen to him, especially after the attack.
It took Peter twenty minutes to get there, Stiles pacing in the kitchen while
he snacked on some canned pineapples. He had put on one of Derek’s shirts, the
cotton reaching down past his butt.
It didn’t smell like him but it helped. A couple of slams of the door later,
and Stiles was running to open it.
A small twinge of pain sizzled up his skull but knowing it was Peter didn’t
actually mean he was disobeying so his inner omega allowed it.
Throwing open the door without knowing for sure wasn’t the best idea, but once
Stiles eyes landed on the scowling form of Peter, he relaxed.
Peter wasted no time in brushing past Stiles, his eyes roaming over every inch
of the apartment as he made his way through.
Stiles followed after him, watching as Peter threw open the closet door and
whistled.
“Boy was prepared, wasn’t he?” Peter turned to look at Stiles, arms crossing
across his chest.
“Talk.”
“You first.” Stiles furrowed his brows, crossing his own arms in retaliation.
“You realize I could leave you in here? And you wouldn’t be able to leave.”
Stiles let out a little growl, knowing Peter must have guessed that he was
ordered to stay.
 “Kira said Malia was shot with wolfsbane. That’s why she looked messed up.”
Peter hummed thoughtfully.
“They haven’t released anything on Malia since she was hospitalized, what did
she look like?”
“The whites of her eyes were black but her whole body was red.” More humming.
“Chemical injections for sure then.”
“That’s what I just said. Your turn! If the Andersons didn’t do it, who did?”
Peter rolled his eyes.
“The Andersons are a cover, their coming here was convenient. I’m not sure who
it actually is, it could just be a common serial killer but I’m still looking
into it.”
“Why didn’t you tell Derek? Or Alpha Talia? None of this would have happened.”
“Because then whoever is doing it would know we were catching on to them. They
want us to tear each other apart. What doesn’t make sense is how the human
Alphas that were attacked, or Malia, are involved. Vince might be working with
them as well, considering how he looked last night. Though that makes even less
sense.”
“How did he look?” Peter shook his head, his eyes lost in thought.
“Like nothing I’ve ever seen. Regardless, we have to get going.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“I need you to talk to Kira, I tried, albeit unsuccessfully the other day.”
“Yelling at her to leave and hurting her isn’t talking to her.”
“I yelled in frustration, but I wasn’t the one to hurt her. She wouldn’t answer
my questions.” Stiles mumbled incoherently, not believing him.
Peter reached forward, plucking a simple handgun and a few magazines from the
shelf. He loaded it, shooting a look at the omega.
“Let’s go.”
                                       …
Derek woke to darkness, his head pounding. He couldn’t feel any noticeable
injury, they had probably healed. He remembered the fight, the mutated version
of Vince.
And he remembered the agony that had shot through the bond as he lost
consciousness. Derek cursed, feeling his throat burn at the memory of last
night, Stiles curled on his front, his mate at peace. And now, everything had
gone to hell.
He moved to sit up, but immediately stilled at the sound of clanging metal.
With a hard pull, Derek shot his arm out, feeling a sharp cut to his wrist. The
burning was distinctly familiar.
Derek was shackled to the floor, his arms raised above his head with his legs
spread out below him. The metal cuffs had been coated with a wolfsbane salve.
Any movement he made would be excruciating.   
He felt panic rise up through his belly, into his throat, and with a sickening
roar, Derek screamed. His red eyes the only light in the room.
                                       …
Stiles gave directions to Allison’s house, where Kira was staying. He walked up
to the front door, giving Peter strict instructions to stay inside the car.
After what happened, he doubted she would even want to look at him, much less
answer his questions.
After he knocked, the door was pulled open and Stiles was suddenly enveloped in
skinny arms and brown hair.
“Thank god, you’re ok!!” Allison pulled back, her forehead creased with worry.
“Is Scott okay? We haven’t been able to see or talk to each other much.”
“H-He’s fine.” Stiles felt horrible for lying, not really knowing whether Scott
was ok or not, he didn’t even know where he was. But that was pack information,
Stiles couldn’t let anyone know what was going on if they didn’t already know.
“Sorry Allison, but is Kira here? I really need to talk to her.” She looked at
him weird, and Stiles knew he was acting strangely, but he really couldn’t act
normal given that his mate could be dying.
After she considered him, taking in his disheveled appearance, complete with
long shirt and red rimmed eyes, she shifted uncomfortably.
“Kira isn’t here. Nobody is, actually. My parents left to go look for her
because of all the murders. They haven’t been back since they left this
morning.”
Stiles did his best to not let his panic show.
“How long has she been gone?”
“Just one day. She left the house to go see you, but never came back. My
parents were planning on asking you if you knew anything.”
Stiles eyes blew wide, knowing she must have disappeared after the altercation
with Peter. His mind swirled with possibilities.
Peter had been the one physically assaulting Kira before she ran off; he was
the one who had been spreading the rumors about the Anderson Pack when they
first moved in.
They want us to tear each other apart. The pieces connected grotesquely quick
in Stiles’ mind. It had to be Peter. He was the only person involved enough to
make it happen.
He had left right after Stiles went back inside the restaurant, he could have
easily followed Kira’s scent afterward. Her body could be lying somewhere, dead
and rotting.
Stiles was silent as he walked inside the house, his eyes alarmed as he shot
Allison a look which she quickly understood and followed him back inside.
Why would Peter bring him to Allison’s then? A booming roar outside was his
answer, he wanted to kill both of them.
“Allison, we have to go. Now!” He pulled her hand and ran. She was frozen in
fear, but she quickly snapped out of it and started running to the back door.
She shoved him out but didn’t move any farther.
“Allison we have to go right now!”
“No! You won’t ever get away from him if I’m there, I’ll slow you down! Go!
I’ll hide in my family’s basement, he won’t be able to smell me out.”
Stiles groaned, knowing she was right. Her house smelled strongly of her, the
wolf wouldn’t even be able to detect her if she hid well enough. But he would
smell Stiles immediately.
With a meaningful look at Allison, he turned, shifting as he did and started
sprinting. He willed himself not to look back, even as the roar turned into a
menacing howl, echoing through the house.
Stiles ran, not having any idea where he could go.
                                       …
Derek had given up roaring, his voice wearing out as his predicament continued
to remain the same. His wrists and ankles were burned to a crisp, his skin in
the limbo of healing, yet always injured.
Derek had also realized that he was naked, his entire back pressed up against
dirt. He was underground then, but not in any sort of stable bunker.
He thought of his mate, relieved it was him in this position. Stiles was
extremely claustrophobic, not able to handle closed spaces very well, even his
wolf refused to explore forest caves.
The sound of talking started up above him, so muffled Derek couldn’t hear them
clearly but it made his wolf growl inside him.
He needed to get free, somehow, otherwise he’d go insane. He needed to be calm
to do so, so like always, he let his mind drift back to his mate. God, he hoped
he was ok.
                                       …
Stiles knew he was going to be caught. No matter how fast he could run in his
wolf form, he was still a pup. He had reached the deep forest before he heard
Peter closing in on him.
He must have searched the house before coming after Stiles considering how far
he got. He desperately hoped he hadn’t found Allison. Stiles could hear his
growls close behind him.
Stiles knew it was the same growling as the one he heard going after Boyd. He
really couldn’t believe Peter would turn on his own pack.
The beta was so close, Stiles could feel his breath shooting over his body as
he ran. He braced himself just as a clawed hand curled around his ankle,
sending him tumbling to the ground.
Stiles’ breath was beaten out of him as he hit the dirt, rolling hard through
the underbrush. He was quick to get up right and face Peter.
Except it wasn’t Peter, not really. Because Peter’s bloody body was hanging
from its claws like a rag doll.
The monster was as tall as Derek was in his wolf form, but it stood on two
legs, its snout curled back in a sinister snarl.
Stiles tucked his tail between his legs, ears flattening on his head at the red
eyes staring down at him. But then, he inhaled, and the scent of the monster
wafted through his nose.
A panicked whimper ripped from Stiles’ throat as he immediately placed the
scent.
It was Kira. His mind flashed back to the cuts on her arm, the way her eyes had
blackened like Malia’s. He remembered how she had cried in the hospital,
sobbing her apology.
Stiles had thought she was sorry for his mom, for his situation. But no, Kira
was sorry for this.
She was sorry that she would be the one to kill him.
                                       …
Derek was back to his growling, the sounds of footsteps coming closer to the
room he was in. He was struggling against his bonds, hissing at the sizzling
going on where the metal touched.
The crumbling door was thrown open and a body fell on him, bleeding and hot.
Derek didn’t need to see him to know it was Vince.
He turned his head to get a good look at who was standing in the doorway. His
breath was stolen from him when he saw who it was.
Everyone knew that face, knew the horror stories behind it.
Standing in front of the light pouring in from the hallway, like some sort of
flaming demon, was Kate Argent.
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***** Chapter 14 *****
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     It is 5am where I am, and yet here we are with yet another update
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                                  Chapter 14
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Stiles didn’t understand, didn’t see how it was possible that Kira could become
the monster in front of him.
Peter had been right, whoever it was wanted them to turn against each other,
but he didn’t see how Kira was involved.
By the look in her eyes, she didn’t recognize Stiles. She obviously hadn’t
recognized Peter going by the poor look of his body. Stiles didn’t even know if
he was alive. The thought sent chills down his spine.
He slowly tried backing up, but a guttural growl ripped from Kira and she
started moving forward. Stiles didn’t move, knowing he wouldn’t be able to
outrun her.
If anything, if he ran, she might kill him. So when her jaws, much larger than
they should be considering she was a ten year old fox, locked around his neck.
She picked him up, squeezing his entire back in her mouth. Stiles whimpered as
he felt her fangs sink into his skin but otherwise kept still.
One wrong move and she’d kill him. Stiles closed his eyes, trying to think of
Derek while she stalked off with him in who knows what direction.
He thought of his big hands, connected to veined arms and broad shoulders. He
remembered how his beard felt against his face and neck, how his body engulfed
his.
Stiles knew how lucky he was, he had just known Derek for so long, that he
forgot how important he is. In the werewolf world, Derek held a lot of
influence.
He worked with corporations around the country, and yet Stiles barley knew
anything about that side of his life. And now, he might never find out.
They hadn’t even mated properly. The thought had his mind whirling, his mate
mark still sore on his neck.  Stiles ignored the pain of his ribs being crushed
as he thought of his Alphs, who he might never see again.
                                       …
Derek felt his skull burn with a migraine, his thoughts pounding around in his
head as he tried figuring out what the hell was going on.
Vince was still slumped on top of him, passed out. Derek was trying desperately
to piece together what had happened.
Kate Argent was a notorious hunter, and had been institutionalized years ago
when she was still a teenager.
She had killed an entire pack with her father, children and all. Hunters had
long drifted away from society, hiding in small groups where they couldn’t be
tracked.
But the Argents were good people from what he knew, quickly disassociating
themselves from Kate when it all happened.
The fact that she was out, and no packs had been notified, meant something
deeper was going on. It made sense that she was behind everything.
Derek felt like a fool, not having realized it wasn’t the Andersons. Vince
hadn’t particularly helped with his actions but still, Derek should have looked
deeper.
The man in question started twitching violently, yelling as best he could while
tumbling off. Derek shook as hard as he could to help get the man off of him.
“Calm down, she isn’t here.” Vince cursed as he slammed into the wall, his eyes
unaccustomed to the dark.
“Where the hell are we?”
“I wish I knew. At least you’re not the one strapped down to the ground. What
the fuck happened to you? Because the last time I saw you, my head was inside
your mouth.” Derek sighed.
Vince chuckled darkly, his breath wheezy.
“Yes, well, sorry about that. I wasn’t exactly in control of myself at the
time. I don’t really know what happened, I was searching the forest, trying to
catch Gwen’s scent when an arrow came at me. I dodged two before one got me,
injecting some shit into my blood. Next thing I knew I woke up on top of you in
this shithole. At least it’s safe to say you weren’t the one who stole Gwen.”
Derek growled, wanting to punch himself in the face.
“Safe to say you weren’t out killing Alphas. We should have spoken long ago, we
could have worked together and avoided this mess.”
Vince sighed, nodding his head despite the dark. “No point in regretting it
now. How are we going to get out?”
“Not me, you. If you didn’t notice, I’m strapped down with wolfsbane cuffs, I’m
not going anywhere.” Derek tugged against hid binds, already used to the
constant burn.
“I didn’t notice actually, considering I can’t move. Which also means I can’t
leave.”
“What do you mean you can’t move? You just threw yourself off of me.”
“You’re the one who bucked me off, I’m slumped by the wall and I can barely
twitch my fingers. You think she would have thrown me in here if I could move?
Bitch knew this would happen.”
“Of course she did. You were a shit ton bigger than the one I saw at the
hospital. She must be doing this to others.”
“Others? You saw one?” Derek muttered his approval, but suddenly, a sharp pain
ripped through his chest, from the bond.
“Fuck, Stiles.” Derek closed his eyes hard, panic welling through him.
Something was happening to his mate, and he was tied to the ground underneath
the earth. His pack was without an Alpha, his boy without his mate.
“Stiles…that your omega?” Derek paused, letting the pain roll through him like
a chainsaw.
“Yeah…yeah he is.”
“…I’m sorry. We are gonna get out of here. We both have packs to take care of,
much less your mate and my son.”
“What about your mate?” The breath rushed out of Vince, his scent smelling
sharply of pain.
“Killed, by hunters no less. Killed my baby girl too, she was barely out of
college. That’s why we left New York. Those packs were killed by ‘em. They took
out a lot of us and we needed a new environment. We never intended to steal
your territory.”
“I’m sorry too then. But why come here? You must have known the Hales were
here.”
“’Course I knew, everyone knows this is Hale land. We came here because of you.
Thought that if hunters came prowling around again, we could count on you as
allies.”
“Lotta help we were.” Derek growled, hating himself.
“No one knew it was hunters, this is nothing like their usual MO. We even fell
for it.”
“Well, we need to get our heads out of our asses and devise some sort of plan
before she comes back, otherwise the same thing will happen to our packs. And
I’m not about to let that happen.”
Vince laughed, frustration and pain etched into his voice. “Any ideas?”
                                       …
Stiles shifted, knowing it was a terrible idea, because he was currently inside
the jaws of a really huge, really mad, werefox.
But she was his friend, and Stiles had decided that he could either try and
talk to her and die trying, or die anyway because she ate him. There was no
real contest.
It was painful, his muscles moving with her fangs still inside of him, ripping
deep gashes along his back as he stretched to his human form.
Kira only bit down harder, taking his shifting for struggle.
“K-Kira, please!” His voice was raspy, fighting to push out of his lungs as
they were crushed and whipping around as the fox ran.
“Let me help you! What about Malia?” The Alpha didn’t respond at all, and
Stiles was desperate for something.
Thankfully, he was facing away from Peter so he didn’t have to see him, but he
could still hear how the man’s body was being flung around.
He knew of only one thing that might work. He was an omega, and no matter how
aggressive the Alpha, hurting omegas went against their instincts.
So Stiles focused on his half shift, letting his claws sprout, his fangs
elongate, and his eyes burn gold. And then he thought of Derek.
He imagined what it would be like when he knotted him, how Derek would whisper
in his ear about what a good omega he was, taking his Alpha’s cock so well.
He visualized their foreheads touching as Derek rutted into him slowly, and
then getting rougher. Stiles wondered if he would ever really spank him, put
him over his knee and make him red because Stiles disobeyed.
And then he thought of pups, his belly one day full with them, Derek pressing
hot kisses into his stomach as fingers pumped in and out of him.
It was an odd thing to be thinking, considering his predicament. But it worked.
Because if there was one thing no Alpha could deny about omegas, it was their
scent.
And omegas carried most of their scent in their slick, which was now dripping
down Stiles’ legs. Maybe a little weird, but as Kira dropped him from her
mouth, Stiles hitting the ground hard, he definitely didn’t regret it.
Stiles didn’t try to run, only looked up at the distorted version of his
friend. Kira looked confused, her lips no longer in a snarl, but her eyes still
failed to recognize him.
That wasn’t good. “Kira? I-It’s me, Stiles.” He added a whimper to the end, one
that he hoped would help her not want to kill him. And he was also terrified,
so that helped.
She started shaking her head, short growls coming from her mouth like she was
conflicted. Stiles was shaking, especially as her eyes starting burning
brighter, her lips curling upwards.
Whatever internal war Kira just had with herself, her human side lost. The
monster started coming towards him again, looking ready to tear him apart.
She dropped Peter, his body colliding into the ground with a thump. She lowered
to all fours and prowled toward him, nothing but predator in her eyes.
Stiles was frozen, even as tears swam inside his eyes. Derek’s face flashed in
his mind, but Kira’s face quickly replaced it as she opened her jaws wide,
ready to kill him the way she did the others.
A pulsing shot rang out, the air booming with the shock of it. Stiles stared as
Kira’s mouth shut, her eyes losing their brightness as she fell sideways.
Stiles looked down at her as blood started gathering around her, and he
screamed.
                                       …
Derek and Vince woke up to the door opening, having fallen asleep at some
point. Derek looked over, his eyes squinting at the light spearing into the
room.
“You boys up? I would hate to continue without you.” Kate’s voice was thick
with satisfaction, deep and vengeful as she brought in a hand held mechanical
lamp.
It was wireless and she hung it up on a nail that stuck out of the wall. She
looked around, her eyes sharp like a snakes.
Vince was slumped over by the corner, his eyes red with exhaustion, his body
still paralyzed.
“You know,” she said, kneeling by Derek, “in order to help the organization
that got me out of that institution, I’ve gotta give back. Funny thing, about
wolfsbane and foxgrain and the like, they only work on some weres. Had a couple
slip ups the first time. Turns out, if you inject the poison into the species
that it doesn’t belong to, you get interesting results. As I’m sure you know.”
She sat on the ground, crossing her legs and shooting a casual smile at Vince.
“Vince, you remember that pretty daughter of yours?” The Alpha growled, his
eyes flashing in pain. “Oh, of course you do. You were the one blamed for her
death. Well, she was our little experiment. The foxgrain didn’t take to her
well, poor little thing screamed to death.”
“You fucking bitch,” Vince spat at her, eyes glowing red even as his body
refused to budge.
“Oh hush honey, it was necessary. A few more trials and we found out that some
weres, Alphas in particular, turn into a beautiful abomination, just for us. A
little scent training, and they’ll hunt down anything, even their own families.
It’s quite the solution really, considering how the government treats hunters,
when we are just trying to save humanity.”
“All you do is murder.” Derek snarled, his wolf pulsing inside of him.
“Yes yes, that is a part of it. But I’m not here for just the Hales. My bosses
want so much more than that. But that means having to inject more weres. You
see, kidnapping citizens would be very conspicuous. And we can’t have that. So,
I came up with the brilliant idea of breeding you monsters. How about it? No
need to steal random Alphas, we will just have our own.”
Derek’s muscles were straining painfully with how tense he was, his eyes
bleeding red as they shot into Kate.
“Do you honestly believe any Alpha would breed for you, and then give you their
pups?”
“On no sweetheart. I don’t think any Alpha would. But an Alpha wolf forced into
rut with an omega in heat in the same room? And boy, aren’t you just the Alpha
for the job.”
“Not to state the obvious, but I’m the only other person in here, and I’m no
omega,” Vince growled, his lips tight.
“But your sweet niece is isn’t she? And guess who we have right outside the
door?”
                                       …
Stiles sat angrily in the police department, the entire pack swarming the
place. They’d shot Kira, and by they, he meant Parrish.
Which was fine, understandable, considering she had been about to maul Stiles
to death. But now, none of them were listening to him.
He, who has seen it all, was sitting in a desk chair, an orange shock blanket
draped over his shoulders, listening to everyone bicker. He had tried
explaining, tried talking to them, but it was like he was invisible.
People were shouting that they needed to evacuate. That the monster would kill
them all. Apparently, two cubs and three adults from the Hale pack had died in
the fire, and everyone was losing their minds. Without Derek and Talia, the
Hales were splintering.
Stiles had had enough. But he wasn’t a fool, he didn’t have the authority an
Alpha would, despite being Derek’s mate. Not to mention he was a child.
But he’d been the one to see what happened, he was the one who spoke to Peter.
But no one would hear him out, he knew that.
No one trusted Peter, and no one seemed to be talking about how the monsterhad
been Kira, a ten year old girl.
As he watched them argue, he realized that every second that ticked by was
another second Derek lost. If he waited, he would lose his mate.
And if they weren’t going to listen to him, he’d find someone who would. It was
far too easy to slink back behind the desk and out the back door, he knew the
department like his own house by now, and no one saw him.
As the cool air hit his face, he thought of his options. The only people that
would believe him, were his friends. And from what the adults inside had said,
all the kids were locked inside Talia’s restaurant, the mansion having been
reduced to ash.
So he headed there, going through back ways and alleys as best he could. Once
he got there, he peaked inside through the glass walls of the front.
He immediately found Scott, who was hugging Allison to his chest. Stiles waved
his hands as subtly as he could, not wanting to alert the adults inside.
Scott, as oblivious as ever, didn’t even blink his way. Lydia, however, spotted
him in seconds and immediately gestured to the back.
Stiles walked around to the alley and waited for Lydia to unlock the back door
so he could slip in. He stood facing his friends, their faces drowsy with worry
and sadness.
Without saying anything, they embraced him, even Jackson. They’d lost pack
members, and their Alphas were missing. It was a nightmare.
“Guys, I need your help.” They all nodded, listening intently. “I was with
Peter last night, and I thought he was the killer. But he was the only one
trying to figure out what is really going on.”
“Peter is in the hospital, my mom says he won’t wake up.” Scott replied,
looking down. Allison hugged him from behind and he shot her a thankful smile.
“I know, but he told me he thought it was someone trying to make the packs tear
each other apart. So…think about it. Who would do that?” They were all silent,
racking their brains.
“It could be another pack, trying to kill us off without fighting head on?”
Jackson added, crossing his arms.
“But why kill humans then? And Alphas from West Springs?” Stiles added, his
foot tapping in concentration. They all nodded, the logic not matching up.
“Kira was the monster, she said that Malia was shot with wolfsbane and that
made her like that. I caught Kira in school with the red skin and black eyes.
She said she was experimenting, said she wanted to know what would happen if
she tried it, but that’s not what really happened. Someone made her do it,
injected her with wolfsbane on purpose.”
“Who would do that though? They just moved in.” Isaac was frowning, scratching
his head.
“Allison, you said they were adopted right?” Stiles asked, and the beta nodded.
“Who are their parents?” Allison went white, her face lighting up in horror.
“My aunt, K-Katherine Argent.” The air in the room became sour, small intakes
of air the only sounds. Everyone knew that name.
“W-Why is she home?” Stiles bit back his panic, not letting himself think about
Derek in the hands of Kate Argent.
“They released her, saying she had improved enough to live in society. Kira and
Malia were more like foster kids, testing to see if she could be ok in the real
world.”
“They would never let her have kids, even if she lived right for the rest of
her life.” Lydia muttered, eyes squeezing shut. “Hunters got her out.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jackson sneered.
“I-I don’t know. I thought everyone knew, and it’s not something you really
bring up. I thought she was nice, I never knew her before. I-I’m sorry.”
Allison was shaking, her eyes shimmering.
Scott wrapped an arm around her, whispering encouragingly into her ear and the
picture they made crushed Stiles. He wanted Derek back.
“So hunters. It has to be them. They are injecting weres with chemicals to make
them shift into monsters, and then having them kill us.” Stiles finished,
nausea building up in his stomach.
“What do we do?” Isaac whispered, his shoulders shaking slightly.
“Allison, where are your parents?” Stiles asked. She looked shocked, her eyes
confused.
“At the police department, they went there after dropping me here, why?”
“Who else would know how to track hunters, but other hunters?” Everyone’s eyes
lit up, hope boosting through their chests.
They had a plan.
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***** Chapter 15 *****
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                                  Chapter 15
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Gwen was dragged inside by another hunter and her scent hit Derek like a brick
wall, she was in heat.
“I’m mated, I will not touch her.” Kate just tsked, grabbing the female and
throwing her into a corner, giving orders that Vince be removed.
The other hunter hauled the Alpha up, and dragged him out, even as Vince let
out a stream of shouted curses. “DON’T HURT MY NIECE. YOU BITCH, I WILL KILL
YOU!”
Derek didn’t even hear him, the scent of fertile omega making his mind flash
painfully back to his mate.
“I saw the mate mark, Hale. But I have intelligence that your little mate is a
child.” Derek snarled, his body squeezing in pain as he realized they knew who
Stiles was. “You didn’t fuck him did you? Which means your bond is still
fragile. You know better than I that if you don’t knot your omega, your bond is
liable to be broken.”
She walked over to him, an arm coming from around her back, and a needle sank
into Derek’s neck. The Alpha hissed in pain as a hot liquid poured in.
“Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. We need you for a lot more than your corpse.
You’ll start feeling it soon.” And with that, Kate left, a sadistic chuckle
following in her wake.
The door slammed shut, and even with as rickety as it was, how easily breakable
it would be, Derek was still tied down. Still trapped.
“D-Derek, I…I need you.” Gwen whispered, her voice thick. Derek closed his eyes
as the familiar burn heated his skin, his cock fattening up in seconds.
“Gwen, I have a mate. I will not touch you.” The female crawled over to him,
her face flushed, her thighs wet and dripping.
“Please Der, I-“
“Do NOT call me that.” His eyes were red, his wolf howling with the urge to
mate. Gwen’s heat scent didn’t help but it was nothing like Stiles’. It didn’t
drive him insane like his mate’s did.
His wolf felt no desire for the female next to him, his thoughts solely on
where his omega was, and how quickly he could get to him.
Gwen straddled him, swinging her leg over his hips faster than he could rip his
mind from Stiles. His cock quickly came in contact with her drenched folds but
it was all wrong.
It wasn’t the soft flesh between his mate’s little sack and his puffy hole.
Derek growled his disgust, but the heat rolling through him never stopped.
“Gwen, get off of me now.”
“Derek, that mate of yours is a child! A kid. I-I can’t stand this much longer,
I need a good Alpha to take care of me.” She placed a hand on his chest, the
other reaching between their bodies to grab his cock, slowly beginning to line
it up with her entrance.
“Get off of me now. Go sit in the corner and do not touch me,” Derek had never
sounded more malicious with his Alpha tone than he did then.
Gwen fell off of him, her body forcing itself into the corner of the dimly lit
room even as a shrill cry left her mouth.
“Alpha, please~” She whined but it only served to annoy Derek who literally
barked gruffly in her direction.
He knew this was cruel, to reject an omega so blatantly in heat, but he
certainly didn’t care at the time. Even his dick had deflated slightly at the
idea of being inside of her.
His mate mark was on fire. There was only one omega he wanted, after all.
                                       …
It had been a bit tricky, trying to get the attention of Allison’s parents who
were both inside the police department, losing their minds over Kira.
It didn’t take long for them to identify her when she shifted back, but there
was no news on where she was or how she was doing.
Stiles had to eventually run into the building and create a diversion so
Allison could grab her parents. The omega ran out the back again swinging his
arms wildly and screaming as he went, escaping before Parrish or the others
could even see him. ADHD to the rescue again.
When the others finally got the two adults outside, they practically ambushed
them, which was funny considering they were all well under five feet.
Once they told them what they knew, their eyes got intense, their shoulders
posturing for a fight.
“Derek has guns!” That however, stopped all of them, their eyes swinging over
to Stiles with silent glances.
“You know, guns. They shoot. Pew Pew, dead?” Stiles mad little finger guns with
his hands, honestly not getting their confusion.
“We know what guns are genius,” Jackson muttered.
“Could’a fooled me.”
The two Argents kneeled next to him, their eyes focused.
“Where are these guns? We used to have plenty at our house but we don’t hunt
anymore.” Stiles nodded grimly, not wanting to think that some hunters still
worked. And that some, had Derek.
“It’s at his apartment.” It took some squishing into a car, and a few minutes
until they arrived. Stiles had shown them to the loft, watching as they kicked
down the door to get inside.
Victoria had made a few calls while Chris went through Derek’s armory, his eyes
widening at the sheer amount of them.
Stiles had muttered that his mate was a mob boss, shooting a look at Jackson
who was a little pale.
“Ok, we have some reinforcements on the way. But we are going to need some bait
to entice them out otherwise we will be too late.” Victoria said, starting at
her husband.
Stiles felt his wolf whimper, his head shaking to try and get the thoughts of
“too late” out of his mind.
“I-I’ll be the bait.” He whispered, knowing it was the best idea.
                                       …
It didn’t take long for Kate to walk back in, her eyes narrowed, and her scent
mucky with anger.
“Honestly Derek, why are you making this harder than it has to be? You’d rather
fuck a child than a full grown female?” She sighed, walking over to him with
yet another syringe.
“So here’s the deal. This here is going to make you one of our monsters. It
kills off the rut inducing serum in about five minutes, but that’s just long
enough for you to knot her.”
“Fuck you,” Derek spat.
“Sorry hun, I’m not into dogs. But I think she is.” She winked as the needle
sank into his neck and Derek felt it immediately.
It was like his whole body had been injected with ice, he could feel every cell
crystalizing. Derek knew he must be screaming, feeling his voice vibrating
inside of his frozen throat even as he heard nothing.
His vision went white, his muscles refusing to move even though he felt like he
was writhing against the dirt.
Once the cold had spread from his hairline to his toes, it turned to fire. The
cold was so intense that it began to burn.
Derek felt his bones breaking, the pain excruciating as they twisted and
manipulated around his muscles. His fur was sharp as it tore out form his skin.
Once his senses started to return to him, he felt his human mind slowly ebb
away. His thoughts felt further and further from him even as the world around
him became clearer.
His wolf’s thoughts distorted themselves, and with his rut still active, all he
could think about was his omega. Find. Breed. Mate.
And then a sweet aroma entered his nostrils, and he roared. He pulled against
the binds holding him down, feeling them quickly buckle under his growing
wrists and strength.
The burning rings around his hands were fast to heal as Derek got to his feet.
His head and shoulders collided hard with the ceiling and he had to hunch down
to all fours to fit.
He pressed his muzzle into the neck of the body that was giving off the scent.
The body was presenting to him, waiting for his knot.
But as he inhaled the heat scent, his cock aching, the underlying smell of
female made him shrink back. This was not his mate.
As his mind was further taken over by his wolf, he felt the edges of his rut
ease. There was a part of his mind that demand he mate the omega in front of
him.
But even his wolf knew she wasn’t his. If he could withstand the burn of his
rut, he’d make it out easily. With a sharp turn to the wall and an earth
shattering howl, Derek when for the door.
                                       …
Everyone was against the idea, even if they couldn’t argue it down. Stiles was
the best bait they had, the hunters could use Stiles for so many things; it was
a smart plan.
Once the Argent’s reinforcements showed up, Chris explained what was going on
and sent one of them to inform the pack and police.
They set it up so Stiles would be wandering the forest on foot, trying to look
for his mate. The pack would go around the city calling for him, so that any of
Kate’s informants would know the boy was missing.
It was all Stiles’ plan. And despite everyone voicing how dangerous it was, how
they might catch and kill him, they knew it was their best chance.
If they didn’t do it, the hunters would kill more and take over the pack and
city. So there Stiles was, slowly walking toward the forest from the burned
remains of the Hale Mansion.
The Argents and four members of his pack would watch and follow behind but he
let himself be absorbed by the atmosphere.
He stepped over the charred debris of the Mansion, feeling overwhelmed by the
smell. This was where two pups had died, the same house where Stiles got his
first heat.
“D-Derek?” Stiles called, the stutter in his voice real even as he knew his
mate wouldn’t be here. As he wandered further into the forest, leaving the
house behind, he let himself think of his Alpha.
He remembered the first time they met, how Stiles had been so young and yet
still knew who he was. How the mere scent of Derek pulled him in.
Derek had waited so long for Stiles, and he was waiting even longer for Stiles
to grow into a proper mate.
He could have been with anyone, and even if that’s not how mates worked, Stiles
still felt extremely lucky that he’d chosen him.
“Derek!” Stiles made a show of inhaling, trying desperately to find his scent.
His thoughts turned to how worried he was for his mate.
He wondered what he was going through, what the hunters were doing to him. He
knew he was still alive, the bond still beating inside of him.
Stiles touched a hand to his chest just as a surge of power echoed through him,
it was painful but strong and it brought him to his knees.
“A-Alpha~” He called, feeling more desperate as time dragged on. An arrow flung
in front of his face just as he fell onto his back, writhing on the forest
floor in pain.
Whatever was happening to Derek wasn’t good. The following roar, that shook the
ground, proved it. It was Derek, it had to be. But like the others, it sounded
distorted.
Stiles pushed himself up and started running towards the sound, knowing they
must have turned him into one of them.
“DEREK!” He screamed after him, hearing an answering roar. He felt hope surge
through him as he ran, hearing the Argents shout after him.
He was getting closer to the roars, the sound of dirt being moved, of wood
splintering following after it. Stiles had ran far from the Mansion, farther
that the pack normally traveled. No one would have known they were here.
Stiles ran over a small hill, a cabin coming into view. What he didn’t expect
was a group of hunters, bows in hand but not drawn, smiling at him.
Talia was kneeling by one of them, beaten and clearly out of it. He stopped
immediately, chills dancing along his spine as the cabin seemed to shake.
It didn’t take long for the Argents and his pack members to crowd around behind
him. It was a face off, but the hunters simply looked at them, their eyes
dancing sadistically.
“So good of you to come Stiles.” Kate said, lifting up his Naruto shirt. She
must have stolen it from his house after his parents had left.
It was dripping with something. If fact, all of them seemed to be covered in a
thick heady scent. As Stiles inhaled more, he realized they smelled like a wolf
pack.
Another roar shot its way from the cabin, or below it considering how muffled
it was. It didn’t take long for the sound to rip its way into the open air.
Then suddenly the side of the cabin was ripped open, the wood shards slicing
through the air. And out stepped Derek.
Stiles eyes widened even as his heart skipped. Derek had been given foxgrain
that was for sure, but he wasn’t anything like Kira had been.
For one, he was larger. Much larger. On his hind legs he was more than nine
feet tall, his body ripped with solid muscle.
His muzzle was long and snarled, sharp teeth lining the inside as they dripped
with saliva. He was more wolf than man, more monster than wolf.
And his crimson gaze was trained on Stiles. The omega thought he saw
recognition on Derek’s face, but he couldn’t tell before metal canisters were
being flown at them.
They landed right in front of them and upon impact, they released a gas. The
pungent smell was even a shock to the humans who started coughing.
Stiles and the four wolves who had come with all knew the smell, it was elk.
They had made them smell like prey.
Once the smoke cleared, the recognition in Derek’s face was long gone, and was
replaced was a hungry look. Kate smiled and threw Stiles dripping shirt at the
Alpha.
Derek caught it in his teeth, ripping the fabric up in seconds. She must have
doused it in the same scent but now it was paired up with Stiles unique smell.
They were using him like a police hound, training him to think of Stiles as his
target.
Meanwhile, the hunters all smelled like pack, like hispack. That’s how they
controlled them, how they taught them who to kill.
Derek hunkered down to all fours and will a chilling growl, he ran, his eyes
trained on Stiles. The omega had only one choice. Run.
He turned, shifting into his wolf form, and sprinted. He got maybe twenty feet
away before huge jaws clamped down on his back and he was flung sideways into a
tree.
The trunk struck him with hard, the force cracking his ribs. Stiles fell to the
ground with pained whimper. Behind them, the hunters faced off with the others
who had come with them.
Shots rang out, the snap of crossbows matching them. But all Stiles could focus
on was the glowing eyes and glistening fangs that were right above him.
He whimpered, desperately trying not to show his belly. If he did, Derek would
simply rip it out but his wolf still recognized him as his mate, as his Alpha.
The need to submit still pounded through him.
But Derek merely stared at him, the confusion back in his eyes. Stiles shifted,
keeping his back to the wolf even as he looked over his shoulder.
He hadn’t gotten through to Kira, but this was Derek. He’d never hurt him.
“D-Derek? I-I-It’s me, Stiles.” The omega was shivering in fear, his voice
small. Derek huffed at him, the air form his nose fanning out over Stiles.
“I’m your m-mate. Your omega.” It was Derek’s turn to shiver, the word striking
a cord with him. The Alpha stuffed his neck into Stiles hair, pushing the boy
over so he was on his back.
His large muzzle sniffed down his chest and Stiles closed his eyes, desperately
trying to keep fear out of his scent. He didn’t want to smell anymore like
prey.
When Derek’s snout reached his groin, Stiles whimpered, his legs falling open
involuntarily. Derek quickly pushed his nose right up against Stiles hole,
which was gently leaking slick at his ministrations.
His eyes pulsed a deeper red, a threating growl coming from him. A thick tongue
reached out and licked the omega, making him whine and bare his neck.
When Derek looked back into Stiles’ eyes, he knew the Alpha had recognized him
as his mate.
“Hi Alpha. M-Missed you.” Derek drove forward, his big face dwarfing Stiles as
he nuzzled him. Stiles wrapped his arms around the wolf, eyes watering.
Derek could have killed him and it wouldn’t have bothered him much, as long as
he still loved him. Stiles body was shaking with the relief of it. He was still
Derek’s mate.
Another shot rang out, and Stiles felt as it ripped through the body above him.
Derek’s weight fell on him and just like last time, Stiles screamed.
But this time, it was the sound of his entire world going black. He screamed so
loudly, his own ears stopped hearing it after a while.
Stiles shook the body below him, his tiny hands disappearing in the fur. He
cried out in relief as he felt Derek move.
The Alpha growled, deep and threatening against Stiles legs, his saliva
dripping in thick globs as he stood. Stiles had never seen anything more
murderous.
As Derek turned, facing off with the Argents, Stiles knew he had a bigger
problem. He had to protect Derek who had lost his mind, somehow convince his
mate that the people who had just shot him weren’t enemies, all while defending
himself and everyone else from the hunters.
Oh and his ribs were broken.
Great.
Chapter End Notes
     OK, WELCOME BACK.
     1.) I cannot believe y'all would think I would let Derek fuck some
     other person. Like, that would kill me if I read it much less wrote
     it! But I get the concern cause some authors do that!
     2.) THE QUESTION: This fic will be separated into two parts, the
     second having a time jump. My reasoning is that I don't want there to
     be a random mating chapter at the end, so part 2 will contain a
     little plot. Now that is for sure happening. BUT, how long do you all
     want the second part to be? I promise not to make you all wait
     forever for the mating chapter, that will come relatively soon, but
     still. Because there is a key part in the next chapter that I will
     have to change if you want it to be short or long. Like I said, part
     2 will have a plot regardless, but depending on what you all want,
     that can either be pretty short (a couple chapters or so) or lengthy
     (probably around 8 if not more chapters). That's a total guess but it
     is around there.
     Now, this will come down to want I wanna do, I might even let there
     be an option for continuing the story into a longer part 2 but keep
     it short for now. But anyway, I digress.
     SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT. You should know by now that I want some
     opinions, and I take them all seriously.
     Comment answering my question and, of course, your thoughts on this
     chapter. Are you relived? Stressed? Still wanna kill me? Lemme know
     ;D <3 I'm off to eat me some cupcakes that I wouldn't let myself
     touch unless I finished this. CHEERS!
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
     OH MY GOD I AM TIRED WHY AM I AWAKE.
     Here is the last chapter to part 1 you guys, I hope you like it :D
     Warning: There's some violence depicted in this chapter, nothing that
     I thought explicitly gory but it is a step up from other chapters so
     please be aware.
     Enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 16
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Stiles’ mind was a mess. He was the only person in the entire group of people
there, all of which were trying to kill someone else, who knew what was going
on.
And jeez, he only just turned eleven two days ago. His mate, who couldn’t even
fit inside of a building, was roaring at a group of people who had their guns
raised.
And said people, who were simultaneously also trying to fight off another group
of homicidal psychopaths, were not shooting the monster only because Stiles was
currently screaming his head off to stop.
Which was a bad idea, because Derek seemed to get more agitated as his mate
screamed. So Stiles stopped and crawled to the side, hoping his face conveyed
his feelings.
Derek looked down and growled at him, stepping back in front of him like a
protective wall. Stiles groaned, pushing himself up from the ground.
It was painful, his ribs feeling like shaky poles holding him together. They
were already heeling but they would hurt until tomorrow at least.
And getting around Derek’s body, as big as it was, made for a difficult time.
Especially because the Alpha had a hand to the side, keeping him back.
“Don’t shoot him! He thinks you guys are trying to hurt me!”
“Stiles, he thinks we are trying to kill his pack.” Chris shouted, eyes
shooting from Derek to the hunters who were watching the display with
enthusiasm.
Stiles let that sink in. Maybe if he could convince Derek that they wouldn’t
hurt him, the Alpha would back off.
So he pushed under Derek’s outstretched arm, and ran for the Argents. Once in
front of a very panicked looking Chris, Stiles turned and stretched his arms
into a T shape, hoping the motion would make up for his size.
Derek didn’t stop, probably thinking Stiles was only trying to hunt Chris, who
still smelled heavily of elk. And like any good Alpha, he wants to kill it for
his mate, provide.
So the wolf jumped over Stiles, claws tackling Chris to the ground. Stiles was
quick to think. He obviously wouldn’t be able to stop Derek by trying to block
him.
He thought of instincts. What would make Derek stop? The answer came to Stiles
faster than it took Derek to hit the ground, Chris pinned underneath him.
Stiles in danger would stop him. So, the omega started running, this time,
toward the hunters. They were caught off guard but he watched their faces to
choose which he’d go for.
Kate was too smart, a smile still firmly creased on her face. But Stiles saw
one man, who looked murderous and he went for him.
The man lifted his bow and shot. Stiles was expecting it, but the pain that
ripped through his stomach, punching the air out of him, was still a shock.
He didn’t even need to play up the blood curtailing scream that cried from his
throat. Derek’s answering roar was the only comfort he had as the hunter
started running for him.
He didn’t have to worry because a flash of black fur swooped over him and the
sound of squelching flesh and dripping blood followed closely after.
Another shot rang out and Stiles tipped his head up, his throat gurgling with
blood. It had been from a hunter, just like Stiles thought.
Kate was yelling for them to stop but it was too late, Derek, as feral as he
was, wasn’t stupid. Scent would only go so far and they had just shot him, and
his mate.
He started ripping through hunters, Kate yelling out commands even as she sent
arrows into Derek. Stiles fell back, his eyes fluttering as he started
chocking.
Chris was by him in seconds, turning him on his side so the blood surging up
from his stomach could flow out of his mouth.
He was yelling to his own group, who must have been advancing with Derek’s help
but the voices mixed in Stiles’ ears.
“I gotta get this arrow out Stiles or it won’t stop bleeding.” Chris looked
pained, but Stiles mumbled out a wet cough that was supposed to be a reply but
the man seemed to get the picture.
With a sharp snap, Chris broke off the end of the arrow and with a quick look
of sympathy, he started pushing the arrow through, his other hand pulling the
tip out from Stiles back.
Stiles only let out small whimpers, not wanting to distract Derek who he could
still hear ripping people apart.
It burned, Stiles could feel the metal rubbing along his organs as the weapon
was pulled from him. He let out a big sigh when Chris finally tugged it free,
his body immediately working to stop the bleeding.
A booming roar, one that Stiles knew wasn’t Derek, shot through the air. Chris
cursed, his eyes staring up ahead.
“Fuck, they have another one.” Stiles pushed himself up slowly, his arms
shaking with the effort of it. Derek was facing off with another wolf, one a
bit smaller but just as mad.
“N-No,” Stiles whispered, his voice riddled with pain. The Alpha never took his
eyes off his opponent as the two circled each other.
Stiles looked up at Chris, eyes begging him to help his mate. The man nodded
down at him, arm slowly going to grab his gun.
For a second, there was this tension, this stiffness in the air that could have
cut concrete. It held for a breath, and Stiles felt his heart surge in his
chest, because in the next moment, the two were on each other.
Stiles screamed, his voice a shrieking husk, as the two wolves teeth sank into
the other’s neck. As they ripped apart from each other, blood flew, flesh and
fur blurring in the air.
Shots were still ringing out, both from gun and bow as the others continued to
fight but Stiles couldn’t hear it. His eyes were trained on the slashing of
claws, the vibration of aggressive growls that shook him to his core.
Chris had turned around, apparently shooting at oncoming attackers. Stiles eyes
fell to the floor, more out of loss of blood, but his eyes landed on a hand
gun.
It must have been Chris’ but Stiles reached out a shaky hand for it. It was
heavy, even worse because he was slowly heading towards unconsciousness.
His wound was slow to stop bleeding, but the pain from that and his ribs was
really starting to wear him down.
His dad had taught him about guns, of course. Stiles knew how to shoot them, in
theory. He knew which button was the safety and quickly flicked it off.
Stiles lifted it up, closing one eye and lining up the three prongs that sat on
top of the slide which would aim the barrel where he wanted it.
It was hard with the two wolves ripping into each other, constantly moving with
the hostility of their attacks.
The omega was horrified, knowing full well he could hit his mate and his hands
started shaking. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t risk hurting his Alpha.
But he couldn’t just sit there, couldn’t watch as bodies fell around him, as
Derek fought to protect him. Stiles had failed him again, his age getting the
better of him.
He couldn’t even shift with the pain racking through his body, his chest
heaving with stress. Stiles looked around, letting his gaze wander over every
inch of ground, trying to see something to help him.
Stiles had nothing else on his side but his brain. And as his eyes landed on
Kate who was lying, bleeding on the ground next to a very zoned out Talia, he
had only one idea left.
He started crawling, the sounds of screams and gun powder explosions drowned
out his cries as the hole in his stomach slid into the dirt, his elbows and
toes pushing him forward on his belly.
As he came up on them, he realized the only thing keeping him from being shot
was the fact that he was on the ground, neither side even noticing him.
Once he reached the two, his eyes slid over their bodies. Kate, thankfully
unconscious, had what he was looking for, a thick belt carrying a small pack.
Stiles reached for it, unzipping the pouch and reaching in, knowing what he
would find. He pulled out two syringes filled with liquid, one a bright purple,
the other muggy orange.
Stiles knew the orange was foxgrain and he quickly uncapped the needle. He
looked over at Talia who was awake, but only just.
He could see the fight in her eyes, refusing to pass out like she must
desperately want. Stiles felt terrible as he pushed the needle into her neck,
knowing this would make her feel so much worse.
But if he knew Talia, then he knew she would want nothing more than to save her
son. He watched in amazed horror as her bones shifted.
It looked nothing like the fluidity that normally came with the shift. He could
see as every bone broke sharply, sticking up out of her skin as it rolled back
into another place.
Her eyes had shot open red, the whites going black ad her face grew coarse fur.
The female didn’t even wait for the transition to be over for her to stand and
let out a howl that screamed of revenge.
Talia’s eyes landed on the two fighting, and she went after them. Her entire
mind could be gone for all Stiles knew, but he was positive that she knew her
son.
The omega watched, still hunkered down to avoid the continuing shots now aimed
at the new feral wolf, as Talia tackled the other Alpha.
Derek, for his part, had torn the wolf to shreds. Even as his body was littered
with it’s own bloody wounds, he had lost none of his energy and Stiles felt a
boom of pride in his chest.
With Talia in the game, the Alpha went down in seconds, their teeth ripping
into his neck at the same time.
And after that, there was no debating who was going to win. Stiles was about to
let himself give in to the black floating in his mind when the body next to him
was pulled back, a hand going around his own wrist.
His neck swung around, two wild-eyed hunters were dragging Kate and him off.
Stiles turned and cried out for his Alpha, using the last of his voice to howl
for him.
Derek whipped around, a bloody body still in his claws which he quickly flung
away and his eyes looked deadly.
He started on them and the man holding him was smarter than his comrades,
quickly dropping the omega and turning to sprint away. Derek grabbed for
Stiles, hauling him to his furred chest.
And finally, Stiles let himself fall under the blanket in his mind, safe in his
mate’s arms.
                                       …
Derek was devastated. Never in his life had he been so utterly disgusted with
himself. He was paralyzed for one, his body a bruising shade of red, his body
completely limp.
Secondly, he had broken his mate’s ribs. His mate, who was in the same hospital
bed as him, tubes hooked under his nose, his chest falling slowly.
He couldn’t even hold Stiles, couldn’t turn his head to look at him. His omega
wasn’t even awake for Derek to say he was sorry, that he felt so horrified and
that he wanted nothing more than to make it up to him.
And finally, as if things couldn’t get any worse, he and his mother had killed
Vince. The Alpha had been set to kill him and his pack, his mate.
He remembered very little, blurs of images and scents remaining in his mind.
So, conceptually, he knew he hadn’t been in control, hadn’t seen the other male
as a friend at the time.
Derek had been under the thicket of instinct, his wolf pushed into an unnatural
state of savageness. He knew he had killed the man defending his own and if he
hadn’t, Vince would have murdered him, his mate, and his family.
And even thought that justified it, it didn’t change the fact that he had taken
an Alpha from his pack. And that caused a whole other host of problems.
None of which Derek, or his mother, could deal with at the moment. But his head
was running a mile a minute, his emotions all over the place.
He’d been informed of everything that had happened. Kira and Peter were alive,
barely. Malia had yet to wake up and was slowly deteriorating.
She’d been injected so many times that her body was breaking down. It came to
light that Kate hadn’t exactly adopted the two.
She’d been released from the institution with the help on an unknown anti-were
organization. They provided her with the children, which may very well had been
trafficked, and she had been the brain around many pack deaths around the
country, including the two in New York.
Meanwhile, Stiles was finally being recognized by the entirety of Beacon Hills,
because he had been the one to figure it all out.
Derek was lost in between his burning pride, his omega finally being seen for
who he was, a brilliant mind, and how upset he was.
His worry over his mate was making him feel irrational. He knows Stiles was
only doing what he needed to, what he thought would help, but it had put him in
serious danger. Even he had hurt him.
Derek was lost in all of this and he couldn’t fucking move. So he laid there,
letting all of it consume him as his mate slept silently next to him.
At the very least, he had him. He always would.
                                       …
“You know, I could leave and you wouldn’t be able to do anything!” Stiles was
huffing, his arms crossed over his chest as he sat atop his paralyzed mate.
They were at Derek’s loft, the Alpha having insisted he be taken home. It was
bad enough he couldn’t physically protect his mate, he didn’t need them outside
of his den either.
“Stiles, I’m not trying to upset you.” Derek was exasperated, having only told
his omega that he needed to be more careful and not rush into danger.
“I helped too!”
“Yes baby, you did. You’re the only reason many people, including me, aren’t
dead. And I am proud of you, I’m just worried.” Stiles face softened, his own
emotions going crazy as he stared down at his Alpha.
The wolf’s skin was still pale red, his eyes black. It was a grim reminder of
what happened.
“I-I know, I’m sorry I yelled. I just want people to think I’m a good mate for
you.” Derek smiled, his wolf increasingly restless at his inability to pull his
mate close.
“You’ve always been the perfect mate for me Stiles, you know that. And you are
already showing people how great you are, that’s only going to continue.”
Stiles nodded, a small smile creasing his lips. Suddenly a thought popped into
his  mind and he was gasping.
“I’m hungry!” And Derek barked a laugh, watching as the boy ran into the
kitchen, stumbling a little. He used the remote to switch the TV on.
His skin and eyes were slowly fading to their normal state and he had regained
the use of his hands and feet. The foxgrain was wearing off but he was still
mostly useless.
He flipped it to Hannibal, listening to his mate ramble around in the other
room, metal pans clanging against each other. Eventually, he let himself get
lost in the images and story, feeling himself destress as he did.
Stiles showed his face again when the episode had just ended, and Derek quickly
switched it to Dr. Who. When his gaze fell on the omega though, he couldn’t
help but laugh.
The boy’s face was covered in sweat, sauce, and oil. He had a large tray, one
Derek got from Talia and never used, with four plates seated on the top. How he
held it up, he didn’t know.
Stiles had made two steaks, clearly overcooked for the two of them who always
ate it rare, but Stiles had learned to cook it to a perfect medium. And on the
other plates sat two waffles, one with a big wolf on it drawn with chocolate
syrup, raspberry syrup for the eyes. The other was a much smaller wolf, two
small yellow sprinkles for the eyes.
Derek’s amusement was quickly washed away with fondness, and he gave an
approving rumble, the one that made his mate shiver with happiness.
“Thank you.” He said and Stiles beamed at him, setting the tray down on the
table. Derek was propped up on the couch but he didn’t have to worry because
Stiles was quickly cutting the meat into jagged pieces and quickly shoving them
into his face.
Derek couldn’t resist teasing him so he kept his lips tight as the meat pressed
into them, watching as Stiles frowned.
“Open!” He huffed, pressing harder so the juice coasted his mouth. Stiles
growled, the little sound travelling up through his body as he straddled the
older male.
And then, Stiles ground his little ass downward, a small moan coming from his
mouth. Derek wasn’t even remotely expecting that and he gaped.
So of course, Stiles saw the opportunity and shoved the meat into his mouth.
Derek had no choice but to chew and Stiles yipped in excitement, leaning
forward to lick the juices off his mate’s mouth before jumping off of him to
get more.
“You get to pick which movie we watch this time!” Stiles smiled, leaning
forward to touch their foreheads together.
Derek stayed there, just smiling, his eyes slowly fading into red as Stiles
went gold. He slowly lifted up his arm, his nerves shaking with the effort of
trying to get his brain to send the right signals down.
As his hand drifted upward, he let his fingers glide over Slides back and
sides. He cupped the back of his neck, squeezing lightly. He waited a second,
wanting the moment to last because he was truly happy.
His mate was in his lap, food he had made ready to be eaten, and for once,
everything was ok. But Derek did love to tease him.
“Green Lantern.” Stiles groaned, head tilting back and eyes rolling.
“You’re the devil.”
                                       …
A couple of weeks later and Stiles was draped over Derek’s back, his head
drowsily laying on his shoulder.
“Stiles, baby, you have to wake up. We are boarding, you need to pick your
seat.” The omega only nestled in deeper into Derek’s back, making soft little
noises.
“S’your fault. Too early~” Stiles whined, his legs squeezing around the Alpha’s
waist.
“You wanted to surprise them so we have to get there early. Come on, or I’ll
get the window seat.” Derek laughed as he felt little teeth sink into his
shoulder.
“Sourwolf,” Stiles grumbled, head perking up only a little bit as Derek handed
the man their boarding passes.
The Alpha was hauling both his suit case and Stiles’ small DC rollaway. Derek
had argued with him earlier last night saying they could fit all of their stuff
in his and Stiles had no choice but to explain to his mate thoroughly why he
needed his own.
“Batman doesn’t play games,” he had lectured. And here Derek was carrying both,
with Stiles on his back. But he didn’t mind.
In fact, the past few weeks, all Derek could do was touch him. Once he’d been
able to move, he had his arms wrapped around him at all times.
At night he would lick all over Stiles healed ribs, his eyes pained and
finger’s apologetic. He drove Stiles to and from school, regardless of how busy
he was.
 And he had taken every opportunity to praise Stiles publicly, letting everyone
know they had his mate to thank for the city not going under, their mate marks
proudly on display.
And as Stiles settled into the window seat, because of course he got the window
seat, he made sure to push the arm rest up so he could plaster himself to
Derek’s side.
“Love you Der.” He murmured, eyes on the ground, heart pumping. Derek soothed a
hand down his head, eyes trained out the window even as his entire focus was on
his mate.
“I love you too baby.”
                                       …
Derek watched as his mate attempted to pull his luggage from the baggage
carousel. His little arms were holding onto the handle for dear life, the
spinner pulling him along.
“Need any help runt?” Derek called, eyes alight with mirth. Stiles shot him a
dirty look and he could tell everyone was watching them.
No one dared try to help the small boy, their eyes picking up the possessive
way Derek stood, his eyes challenging.
“Need any help Stiles? Don’t mind me, just a big burly Alpha who thinks I’m
cooler than everyone else. Oh ho ho let’s just watch my mate struggle because
he made me bring his suit case even though he already told me how important it
is. Mer mer mer…” Stiles voice pitched several octaves lower, as he continued
to fight the carousal.
People were desperately trying to hide their laughter but Derek couldn’t keep
the grin off his face as he came up behind the omega, swopping him and the
dreaded back up and away.
“You traitor! You promised!” Stiles pouted, letting himself be situated on
Derek’s back as they got moving.
“I promised to let you try, you went around three times and then got sassy.”
Derek said and Stiles scoffed.
“Peter’s been sassy all month and you didn’t say nothing.”
“One, Peter is always sassy. Two, Peter almost died. And Three, Peter is the
only reason you got out of the apartment so he technically helped save
everybody too.”
“Fine, but next time he throws food at me behind your back and wiggles his
eyebrows, you owe me ice cream.” Derek only chuckled, hand squeezing the boy’s
thigh as he dragged their suitcases towards the rental car counter.
“Peter said you should just get a taxi.”
“Weren’t you were just bad mouthing him?”
“Yeah well, you can’t argue with logic.” Stiles teased, lips nipping at Derek’s
neck.
“Stiles.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” It was Stiles’ turn to laugh as they walked up to the reception
desk. This was going to be an interesting ride.
                                       …
“Derek doesn’t know how to use a GPS!” Stiles yelled as he burst into Claudia’s
room, arms full with balloons. The couple inside swung their heads towards him,
their eyes huge and excited.
“Stiles, I thought you wanted to yell surprise.” Derek said from behind him,
helping haul in the rest of the balloons they had brought.
Stiles stopped and frowned.
“Oh…right. SURPRISE.” He said as he animated himself, head bobbing. John had
him in his arms in seconds, squeezing him like his life depended on it.
Claudia had tears sliding down her cheeks as she reached for her son. John
quickly handed him off and Stiles hooked his arms around her immediately.
Derek smiled as the two cried into the other, their reunion overwhelming the
both of them. He looked over at John whose eyes were wet, his body going over
to join the hug.
A full twenty minutes later, Stiles was ready to let go. He was sitting on the
edge of the bed, Derek wrapped around him, chatting nonstop about everything
that had happened.
He hadn’t noticed the horrified looks on their faces, his mind only running
with the excitement of the story.
Derek took the opportunity to take stock of them and the room. Claudia’s hair
was well into the falling out stage, her eyes sunken in her head. John didn’t
look much better.
It pained him to know they were as stressed as they were, even separated from
the madness at home, they were still in their own fight.
The saving grace was how overflowing with love and support their room was.
Balloons, flowers, cards, and candy form the pack were piled everywhere,
lighting up the room.
Derek smiled, feeling proud that his pack had kept their promise to keep the
Stilinksis in their thoughts.
They stayed there all day, eating lunch at the cafeteria and Derek insisting on
getting pizza for dinner. The couple looked lighter, happier, and healthier
than they had when they arrived, their eyes shining as they watched their son’s
antics.
Claudia’s cancer was slowly but surely ebbing away. It was hard, but it was
working, so the two were determined.
Derek chatted with them long into the night about everything that happened,
Stiles slowly falling asleep against him.
They spoke about Stiles genius, the chemical injections, and most importantly,
that Kate was still alive. John was ready to go back and get on the
investigations and he thanked Derek profusely for everything he’d done.
Once the sun dropped below the horizon, Stiles and Claudia both drifting off,
he decided it was time to go.
With a promise to be back the next day, and a strong hug to both of them, Derek
took his mate back to the hotel.
Once they got there, Derek stripped the both of them and tucked them into bed.
Stiles was murmuring how he still didn’t know how to use a GPS, but Derek just
let him ramble, bringing Stiles head onto his bicep, his other hand going
around to cup his hip.
The Alpha’s head was tilted down, their foreheads connecting. Stiles gave him a
tired smile, leaning in to kiss Derek softly, letting his mate draw it out.
Derek pulled back, watching as sleep tugged on Stiles eyes. They didn’t say
anything more, didn’t need to. After everything that had happened, they still
had each other. That was the only thing that mattered.
Chapter End Notes
     So HERE IS THE DEAL. There's several implications in the chapter
     about what is to come! I always want to know your thoughts on the
     chapter! The next part is going to start off in a much lighter note
     so I hope you guys aren't all dead off the angst!
     Also, what would you like Derek's job to be? I know that's my
     decision and yada yada but like, what tropes would you be interested
     in because I want to have a lot of ideas to choose from going forward
     and I only have a few. Like do y'all wanna see the beginnings of CEO
     Derek or cop Derek or mafia boss Derek or whatDerek?!?!?!?!
     Lemme know :D Remember, this is the last chapter of part 1 so in the
     next update, shit is gonna change!! Get PUMPED :D
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     And here was have the beginning of Part 2!! Woo, oh my god you guys I
     am so excited!! I really like how this came out, and the world is
     being expanded so much more so things are gonna get awesome! :D
     Lots of things are being explained in this chapter, with some plot
     elements being inserted. So please, if there is any confusion, ask me
     your questions in the comments and I will help you out!
     I can't wait to get started!
     Enjoy :)
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                                    Part 2
                                  Chapter 17
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4 years later
Stiles couldn’t focus in calculus, which wasn’t exactly surprising but this
time it wasn’t because of his monotone teacher, but rather because of the
silicone butt plug pressed tightly inside of him.
It had been one of his Christmas presents after the whole Kate Argent
situation. Well, it wasn’t so much the plug as it was the idea because he’d
moved up in sizes as he got older.
Being filled most of the time coupled with the mate mark helped Stiles avoid
any more heats outside of his usual cycle. But he never wore them out in
public, until now.
He didn’t know if he should congratulate himself for the stroke of genius or
slap himself in the head because this was torture.
Every time he fidgeted, which was a lot because, well, Stiles, the plug would
jerk up against his prostate and the omega would have to bite back a whimper.
And this, was entirely Derek’s fault. It had been four years, four years since
he had received his mate bite.
And he was still a virgin. Not for lack of trying mind you because Stiles had
tried.He’d done everything from jerking off in Derek’s office to walking around
their loft, naked and hard.
And of course, the Alpha had responded, rimming him over his desk and fucking
Stiles’ mouth at home. They even spent their heats and ruts together, learning
how to control themselves. But the male wouldn’t budge.
Stiles had several nightmares about him waiting till his eighteenth birthday to
finally knot him. He knew that wouldn’t happen though, Derek was no saint.
But he couldn’t deny that things had been different lately. Very different. The
Andersons, without an Alpha, were lost.
Kevin was not nearly old enough to take over. Derek and Talia had worked
tirelessly to try and offer them assimilation into the Hale pack.
But considering it had been Derek who killed Vince, they weren’t too keen on
the idea. So a treaty had been established instead, noting that Talia was
acting Alpha should they be challenged but otherwise the pack functioned
independently.
Derek had gotten busier than he’d ever been in his life. He had been taking
college classes all throughout high school so he graduated with his Masters
when he was twenty one.
And since the whole anti-were organization that got Kate out of her instituion
became known to every pack on the continent, Derek had been the head of the
movement to discover and eradicate them.
He had put his software development and hacking skills to use, creating a
private security corporation that specialized in intelligence and stealth
attacks. It was known simply as Hale Security Corps, functioning as a police
branch that worked closely with the FBI. But if Stiles were being honest, they
were basically a whole bunch of well-meaning mercenaries.
Derek was the CEO of the business, and after three years of it being active,
he’d been able to track down and imprison countless amounts of hunters. Kate
Argent, was still out there though, and several more packs had fallen since she
got away.
Oh, and Derek wore suits now. Like all the time. But Stiles would get to that
later.
So, it was safe to say that things had changed. Derek was a lot busier now,
which meant growlier and more abrasive, if that was possible.
And Stiles, well, Stiles was a high school sophomore taking college level
classes. He had a thing for painting though, his waffle designs taking off into
a crazy hobby.
And Derek often asked Stiles’ opinion on some of his cases, valuing his
intelligence and eye for strategy.
But he was still only fifteen, an omega with a mating bite and a tight asshole
that wanted nothing more than to be stretched out around a knot.
His spring heat was coming up as well, so sue him if he wanted to walk around
with the black plug stuck inside him. It also served as a metaphorical fuck you
to Derek, so that also helped.
And as Stiles carried on with his day, he decided to be a devious little
fucker. So he slipped into the bathroom before his last class and ran into the
nearest stall.
Once there, he pulled his jeans and underwear down, yanking his phone out at
the same time. It took some effort and skill to catch just the right picture.
But when Stiles looked at it, he grinned. His ass filled the frame, his lower
back peeking out just a little to show how his spine was arched.
And right in between his cheeks sat the bulbous circle of the plug. If Stiles
had used a silver sharpie to write a giant letter D on it when he bought it,
then it was because he had an amazing psychic ability he didn’t know about
because that was going to drive his mate crazy.
And so with an internal thank you to his past self, Stiles sent the picture to
Derek, feeling his chest rush with excitement as he ran to his last class.
By the time the last bell had rung, Stiles was completely put out. Derek hadn’t
messaged him back, probably not even able to open the text with how busy he
was.
So he hobbled out to his jeep, at least she would always be there for him. But
as he stepped outside, he heard the growl. His head shot up and he paled.
Derek was standing outside of his Camaro, his black, tailored suit hugging his
body that leaned against his car door. Yeah, about those suits…
His arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed and predatory. He flashed his eyes
once and Stiles got the message. Come here.
Stiles felt the flush of arousal drift around him in a cloud as he scampered
over to Derek.
“Hey there Der-bear, fancy seeing you here.”
“Get in the car Stiles.” Derek ground out, his lips tight, his words bitten
out. Stiles swallowed but winked at him.
“Anything for you Alpha.” Stiles went around, pulling the car door open and
letting himself slip inside. He deserved a pat on the back for not moaning when
the leather seat pushed up into the plug.
Derek was already inside, his face like stone as he started driving. Stiles
shifted uncomfortably, not liking the silence.
“…How was work?” Derek looked at him from the side, his knuckles white around
the steering wheel as he said nothing.
“Right. No Derek no talk, angry at Stiles, grr.” Stiles mumbled, squeaking as a
hard palm came down on his thigh and squeezed.
He didn’t dare speak for the rest of the ride but he did question every action
he ever took up until now, and planned to beg for mercy. Derek liked his
begging, it could work.
They eventually pulled up to the building that served as the Hale Security
Corps Headquarters. Stiles got out and stared up at the metallic structure.
It was only three stories tall, but Stiles knew from experience how much shit
they were able to keep in there. And seeing as many of the agents were sourced
from the police academy, not all of them were in the building at any one time.
Stiles didn’t need a command from his Alpha to follow the man inside, throwing
a sheepish smile at the receptionists who took one look at Derek and
immediately stuffed their faces in their work.
Stiles took the steps up to the third floor and they ended up in Derek’s
office. Not a second in the room and Derek was whirling on him and slamming him
up against the door.
Stiles gasped, staring up at Derek as the Alpha’s red eyes burned into him.
Derek had somehow gotten bigger, his muscles and strength at their maximum
levels.
His training had done wonders to tone up the already built man and he still
towered a foot over Stiles. And the omega had zero problems with it, he always
liked being smaller than his mate.
And even though Derek would never hurt him, Stiles still felt a lick of fear
shiver up his spine as a thick leg pushed in between his own, riding up so
Stiles had no choice but to slide up against the door, his feet off the ground.
“D-Der?”
“You. Little. Slut.” Stiles eyes bulged, his hole wet, his cock pushing up in
his jeans. That as a new name.
“I’m not a…s-slut.” His face burned. Derek leaned in, biting his ear lobe hard.
“Then what, little omega, is pushing on my leg?” Stiles whimpered as Derek
bounced him on his thigh lightly, the plug driving in deeper.
“S’your fault!” Stiles whined, grinding down as best he could, his lips caught
between his teeth.
“You know I was in a meeting when I got your text? I always open them, even if
I can’t reply. But what do I see when I open that one? Your pretty little hole
stretched wide around a plug that has my initial on it. You wore it to school
didn’t you baby? How could you be anything other than my little slut?” Derek
whispered in his ear, gently rutting into him.
“I had to! And you didn’t even reply!” Derek just grinned as he carried Stiles
over to his desk. The wood was a deep mahogany, carrying very few things except
some paper, pens, and a couple pictures of Stiles and Derek together over the
years.
Derek bent his mate over the desk, his hands going to rip off Stiles’ jeans.
The boy cried out as the air hit his bare skin and Derek growled deeply, his
eyes glowing red.
“Teasing me while I’m at work,” Derek said, his voice gruff as his hand came
down hard on Stiles’ ass. The omega cried out, his eyes widening at the sting
that simultaneously sent a shot of arousal to his cock. This was also new.
“D-Der?” Stiles asked, his legs shaking at the intensity of his mate.
“Shh baby, it’s ok. Do you trust me?” Derek soothed, his hand rubbing the burn
from his cheek. Stiles swallowed thickly but nodded.
Another series of harsh slaps came down, his palm caressing over the blushing
skin after every hit. The slaps caused the plug to bounce inside of him,
pressing into the walls as it made obscenely wet noises.
 Stiles cried out at every swat, his face red with embarrassment even as his
cock twitched between his legs, precum falling to the floor.
After Derek was done, he pulled Stiles up, bringing his lips to his own,
kissing him gently. Stiles keened into his mouth, arms wrapping around the
Alpha’s broad shoulders.
Stiles pulled back, his lips swollen, and his hair tussled.
“Fuck me.” Derek gave him that look again, and Stiles groaned. “Please? Come on
Derek I’m old enough now. You aren’t gonna break me, what are you waiting for?”
Stiles had never been so vocal about it before. Sure, he tried wiggling his ass
and grinding up on Derek whenever he could but when Derek never took things
further, his wolf sulked off in a mist of rejection.
This was the first time he was full on complaining about the issue of his
virginity.
“Even Scott and Allison have got it on, and they don’t even have their mate
marks yet!” Stiles felt an internal panic. Putting himself out there meant if
Derek said no, it was going to hurt a hell of a lot more.
What he didn’t expect was for Derek to sigh, picking him up so Stiles had to
wrap his legs around him. He carried him around to his chair, sitting them both
down in the plush cushion of the leather.
“You’re right.” Stiles jaw dropped, actually dropped to the point that Derek
gave a light chuckle. “But not right now.” The omega groaned, his ass squeezing
around the plug like it was grief stricken.
“But-“
“No. I’m not mating you for the first time in my office, I can’t even knot you
here.”
“Great, you chose now to use your logic. And are you telling me I could have
been knotted months ago? I’ve been dropping hints left and right.”
“If I have to use my logic, then you have to use your words. I wanted you to
ask for it so I knew you were actually ready. So, blame yourself.” Derek was
smirking, especially as a rigged hand went to wrap around Stiles’ still exposed
cock.
The omega arched his back, the sensations overwhelming. “I’m not the one who
needs to use his words and you know it!” He wanted to sound large and in charge
but his voice came out strained and squeaky.
Being perched on his mates’ thighs while the man was entirely clothed in a
three piece suit didn’t exactly help the power struggle.  
“N-No, I want you to come too!” Stiles whined, his hands trying to push Derek’s
hand off of him. Derek sighed, but unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper
down and letting his own dick slip free in between them.
Stiles whimpered at how hard Derek was, his shaft red and swollen with veins.
Derek grabbed both in his hand, pumping the two in hard strokes.
Stiles’ cock was still dwarfed by Derek’s but the view alone made him dizzy.
Derek pulled his neck forward, lips caressing his. It was so different from the
punishing rhythm of his hand.
“Touch those pretty nipples for me baby.” He whispered against his mouth and
Stiles was hasty to comply, his fingers sliding his shirt up so they could
pinch and roll the hardened nubs.
“Good boy.” Derek growled and Stiles bucked up against him. Derek’s other hand
drifted form his neck down to his ass, his fingers curling around the plug.
In a quick few thrusts, Derek pulled and pushed the toy in and out, the tip
smacking right up against Stiles’ sweet spot and that was it.
Stiles’ came with a barley held in scream, Derek quickening the tugs of his
hand. Right before Stiles cried at the overstimulation, Derek was coming after
him, his teeth sinking into the mate mark on the omega’s neck.
They breathed heavily, Derek pulled Stiles so he was cuddled into his chest and
their wolves shivered at the closeness.
“I miss you.” Stiles said, his voice breathy and muffled as it pressed into
Derek’s neck. The Alpha purred, his hand rubbing lazy circles over his back.
“I miss you too baby, I’m sorry things have gotten so hectic. I’m going to work
on that, I promise. And we’ll mate soon. I’m proud of you for finally asking.”
Stiles smiled, nuzzling his head along Derek’s collar bone. His mind drifted
and he quickly pulled back.
“We have the party tonight! Derek, we have to go decorate!” Stiles looked
affronted, his eyes narrowed. Derek ran a thumb over the boy’s lip, smiling.
“Let’s get cleaned up and then we can leave.” Stiles looked down at the mess in
front of him and blushed.
“Oh, right.”
                                       …
“Scott, if you don’t have anything nice to say about my streamer placement, you
can go make your gross casserole in the kitchen.” Stiles said, flipping him off
behind his shoulder as he balanced on the ladder.
“Hey, my casserole isn’t gross and I’m standing here to make sure you don’t
fall and die.” Scott pouted.
“Just because Allison doesn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you the
harsh, harsh truth, doesn’t mean that food abomination is actually good. Now,
is this even?” Stiles asked, his arms starting to get sore.
“I thought you didn’t want my opinion.” Stiles groaned, taping it where it was
before throwing the roll of tape down so it clonked on his friend’s head.
Scott put his hands on the ladder, his eyes daring and that started a back and
forth challenge, their voices getting louder even as they were lined with
muffled laughter.
“Boys, are you done in there?” Talia’s voice rang out and the two raced into
the kitchen, pushing each other the whole way.
She just smiled at them, mixing the stew she had cooking on the stove.
“Stiles, you wanna get started on the cake? Derek is still upstairs inflating
the balloons if you wanted his help.” With one lass shove to the beta, Stiles
ran upstairs to get Derek.
He was about to burst in the room and scream his enthusiasm, when he saw the
door open and he decided to peak in, hoping he could catch the Alpha being
domestic.
What he saw instead was Derek, passed out on the bed, a few deflated balloons
laying in his limp hands. Normally, Stiles would have laughed, maybe even jump
on the Alpha, but instead, all he felt was guilt.
Derek looked exhausted. Stiles had seen him sleep countless times, and when he
did he was always relaxed, his lips loose and eyes soft.
But now, he looked drained. His eyebrows were furrowed, his shoulders tensed
and his breathing deep. He looked like the most stressed out man on earth while
also being completely passed out.
He hadn’t even taken his suit off, the material wrinkled and creased where
Derek’s body pressed into it.
And all Stiles had been caring about was himself. Sure, he always missed Derek,
but he’d been a lot whinier lately because of it. And then he had complained
about sex, of all things.
He didn’t even think of what Derek was having to put up with. Stiles wasn’t the
only one who hadn’t been able to have sex in the ten years they’d known each
other.
And Derek had so much more on his plate now. The business was successful only
because of how hard the Alpha worked but here his mate was, acting just like
the fifteen year old he was.
Stiles inwardly cringed, feeling shame settle in his gut like a bolder. He
quietly flicked the light switch off, feeling worse as Derek didn’t so much as
twitch.
He then slinked downstairs, telling Talia that Derek was busy and getting right
to the cake decorating. Scott had left, his mom needing him at home and he had
already fulfilled his promise to help Stiles.
It was a relief that Stiles didn’t need to speak to anyone so instead he
focused on the green icing as it swirled out of the piping bag. Stiles didn’t
prefer any specific type of art, he loved it all.
And today was special, so despite the increasing doom going on in his head,
Stiles put his energy into the cake. Maybe if he could be productive, he
wouldn’t feel so bad.
                                       …
Everyone was crouched and silent, Talia rushing to get Derek form the upstairs
bedroom. Stiles had hid from her when she went around asking for her son, not
wanting to be the one to wake him.
He didn’t even look at him as Derek descended the stairs, not wanting to see
the tiredness in his eyes and the disheveled look to his appearance.
So when strong arms wrapped around his middle, shoulders crowding him behind
the couch where they hid, Stiles had to cover his wince.
“You ok baby?” The Alpha’s concern made it all the worse. Stiles nodded with a
jerk of his head, his heartbeat fighting to keep from speeding up.
“Just excited.”
“You should be, this was your idea.” Suddenly, the front door opened and
everyone popped out from behind curtains and walls.
“SURPRISE!”
“Fuck!” Peter jumped back, his face ashen with shock. Stiles couldn’t help the
smile that came to his face.
The beta looked around at everyone, his eyes bright and Stiles could tell by
the small twitch of his lips that the man was happy.
Stiles had only invited the close Hale family, knowing Peter wouldn’t want the
whole pack fussing over him.
It wasn’t only his birthday, but also a celebration for his last day in
physical therapy. Ever since Kira had attacked him, his spine suffering the
worst of the injuries, he had to work to get his motor functions back.
His hands were still a little shaky, his leg with a permanent limp, but he was
alive and better. And considering he’d been the only one to help Stiles back
then, the omega wanted to give him something in return.
And they went all out. Once everyone had said their happy birthdays and
congratulations, they poured into the dining room, the table overflowing with
food.
Peter looked overwhelmed, a soft flush to his cheeks. But slowly he started
joking with everyone, his shoulders relaxing and Stiles felt almost giddy with
excitement.
His parents had even come down. His dad may have a few more grey hairs but the
smile on his face was refreshing. And his mom was in full form, fussing over
everyone even in her wheelchair.
She was currently in remission, and she could walk, albeit a little weakly. But
after years of chemo, sometimes it was easier for her to be off her feet. And
by the way the female was grinning, passing around the food and rolling to get
beverages whenever needed, you’d never know she was sick.
He wished he could totally absorb the moment but the image of Derek passed out
was still in the back of his mind.
“You did good Stiles.” Derek said from behind him, kissing his neck softly.
Stiles was in the man’s lap, as he always was they ate. Certain things hadn’t
changed after all.
He smiled at the praise, leaning back into his mate.
“Thanks Der.” They helped feed each other, the entire house glowing with a
lightness that was new. With Kate still on the loose, most days were happy and
normal but with the feeling of an ever looming threat.
But right now, they could be happy. And it was so much sweeter knowing Peter
was a part of it. They watched as he started opening presents, cracking
sarcastic jokes as he did to muffle his own feelings.
When he got to Stiles’ present, the omega tensed with nerves, hand squeezing
Derek’s who squeezed back in reassurance.
When Peter opened it, he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look up. He just held
the canvas in his hands, his gaze stuck on the image painted onto it.
Stiles had worked on it for months, in between classes and homework. It was a
painting of the pack, all in their wolf forms, surrounding Peter who was in the
middle.
On the ground next to the wolf’s feet was a small party hat, and on the other
side laid a replica of Peter’s old cane, the one he didn’t need any more that
was broken on the ground.
After several moments, the beta finally looked up, directly at Stiles. His eyes
were rimmed red and slightly wet. He nodded, and that meant the most to Stiles.
Peter never vocalized his serious emotions, preferring to overlay things with
sarcasm, much like Stiles did.
So the nod was the best thank you Peter could have ever given him and Stiles
found himself wrapping his arms around Derek, burying his face in his mate’s
shirt with happiness.
                                      ...
Stiles was helping with the dishes, his hands coated with foamy soap when Talia
walked in. She patted him on the shoulder, her face more serious than usual.
“Stiles, could you come with me for a sec?” The omega nodded, wiping his hands
off on a dry towel before following the Alpha into her personal office space.
Derek sat in one of the chairs, his hands folded, and his eyes sharp. Stiles
didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t like the feeling in the room.
He took a seat next to his mate, giving the two questioning looks.
“We have some good news. Very good news,” Talia said, sitting in her own chair
with her elbows pressed on her desk.  Stiles nodded, wanting them to get to the
point.
“With the recent addition of the Were-animal committees in the House of
Representatives, our kind has been receiving more public notice and protection.
This, of course, means that the hunter’s existence and their actions have not
gone unseen. And as such, neither has Derek’s business…” She trailed off, her
eyes going to her son.
“We’ve been in talks with other packs around the country, with interests to
expand the company into other states so that our protection can reach further
and be more localized and therefore more effective.” Stiles gaped.
“T-That’s great! Congratulations! Wow, this, this is fantastic!” Stiles was
genuinely happy, but the impassive expressions on their faces made him pause.
“But…?”
“We’ve been invited, along with the Alpha’s of all leading packs, to meet in
Washington D.C to discuss how to go about setting up more security operations,
but also to help unite us as weres and establish communications across the
states.” Derek continued.
Stiles nodded along, still not quite understanding their seriousness.
“This would mean that Derek and I would be going there as representatives of
the Hale pack and Hale Security Corps. The Andersons have contacted us, saying
they want to begin merging the packs, so that they may be represented as well.”
Talia said.
“All Alphas and their mates are welcomed, however, we were notified that they
will not recognize you as my official mate until you turn eighteen.” Stiles
eyes widened, realization dawning on him as he stared at Derek.
“They want me to bring an omega from the former Anderson pack, not as a mate,
but as a representative member of their pack since you will be unable to go.
And seeing as Gwen was not only a witness to what Kate did, and the niece of
the former Alpha, we think it would be best if-“
“NO! No no no. I wouldn’t be okay with you taking anyone much less that bitch!”
Stiles seethed, feeling his skin pull tight with anger, his throat burning.
“They don’t have to recognize me, I can still go!” They both looked at him,
confliction in their eyes but they said nothing.
“You don’t have to take an omega, take an Alpha or beta.”
“You know I can’t take another Alpha with me, it would challenge our authority
over them. And Vince had only his son and niece as blood family members left.
We don’t have a choice Stiles.”
The omega stood, his face red, his fists clenched. Then he snapped, if he
whined about this, complained about not being able to go with Derek, he was
just acting like a spoiled teenager again.
Derek already said he wouldn’t be going with her as a mate. And he clearly
didn’t like this either. But Stiles couldn’t make himself feel ok with this. He
just couldn’t.
So instead of saying anything, of putting Derek under any more stress, he
simply turned and left. The cool spring air was a shock to his system as he
walked through the front door.
Sitting on the porch was none other than Peter, a beer dangled in his hands. He
looked at him from the corner of his eye and lifted up a set of keys.
“Take my car. Go take care of yourself.” Stiles took them with a shaky hand, a
small noise of thankfulness slipping from his lips as he dashed towards the
vehicle, needing to be anywhere else but here and knowing that Peter, even if
he didn’t know why, understood that best.
He drove off, not knowing, or caring, where he went.
Chapter End Notes
     So, like, I am super nervous because this is a new time frame. There
     will be, and already are, many plot connections from part 1 so I hope
     you saw them and can see where things have moved forward.
     Again, if you have questions let me know! Otherwise, tell me your
     thoughts! Do you like Derek's job? Totally went for the CEO but with
     a military feel because I agreed mafia wouldn't work for this story,
     but I think this fits the bill.
     Do you like how Stiles has come along? I think him and Derek are
     feeling more disparity now than before because Derek is full adult
     and Stiles is still a teen!
     Oh guys I seriously need your thoughts! This is a new direction so
     help direct me!!
     Love you all, and I hope you continue to support this story as it
     comes along! <3
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
     And here we are! Oh guys, I had a great day and I hope you did too! I
     am really pleased with this chapter and especially with how things
     are panning out.
     All of you are so sweet, incredibly honest, and hella creative.
     Suggestions and your own personal "want-to-see"s are ALWAYS welcome.
     I can't promise anything but there's a lot of things you all want to
     read that I won't even think of but can implement perfectly, if a bit
     twisty.
     So always speak up!
     Now, on to the story!
     Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 18
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Derek sat in his loft, fingers pressed into the bridge of his nose, his head
tilted back on the couch. He hadn’t gone after Stiles, knowing his mate needed
his space.
Things were so different now. Back when he was young, Derek could reassure him
just by holding him and telling him the right things.
But now, Stiles often needed to figure things out for himself, which was a good
thing but it made things harder.
Derek didn’t like the situation either. He had argued for over an hour with the
people from the Werewolf Committee, trying to defend the legitimacy of his
relationship.
But while they believed him, Stiles wasn’t a legal adult so he couldn’t
officially be recognized as anyone’s mate until then, much less the mate of a
Head Alpha.
He understood why the omega was upset, especially because of Gwen’s involvement
but his hands were tied. He couldn’t change the circumstances, all he could do
was wait for his mate to work things out on his own. And patience wasn’t
Derek’s strong suit.
Stiles often slept at his loft, spreading his time out between his own home and
the apartment. So Derek wouldn’t be getting any sleep until Stiles was home.
He sent one text to the boy, telling him he wanted to talk when Stiles was
ready and hoped that helped.
It might be a long night yet.
                                       …
Stiles knew this was stupid. He knew he’d been acting selfishly, like a child.
Even now, he had ran out. He had refused to even talk to Derek, tell him how he
felt.
He hadn’t even bothered to go anywhere far, had just drove around Beacon Hills
while his thoughts floated around.
This wasn’t Derek’s fault, he knew that. It was just so unfair. His whole life
people had questioned his relationship. They had refused to see him as Derek’s
mate.
Only after Kate almost killed the whole pack, had people finally started seeing
him as belonging with the Alpha.
And now, when Derek was becoming so successful, so instrumental to the safety
of all packs in the US, was Stiles not going to be a part of it.
And fine, ok, he wasn’t an adult. He could accept that for a while, he had
waited long enough, he could wait a little longer.
But they weren’t even going to let Stiles go with Derek. Stiles would have to
stay here and watch as his Alpha took another omega, one that had tried to
breed with him, and represent the Hale Pack. In front of the entire nation.
So yes, he felt a little entitled to his anger. Even if Derek couldn’t help it,
Stiles still had a right to be mad, he just wished he knew how to handle it
better.
It wasn’t like when he was young. Things would bother him, but he always relied
on others to reassure him. Kids were like that. But now, it hardly mattered
what others said, unless he could make sense out of it himself, he would
continue feeling bad.
It just so happened that this time, there wasn’t any way to reason it out. It
was unfair, unchangeable, and he just had to deal with it. It seemed a lot of
life was like that.
But it made Stiles sick that he’d have to swallow his tongue and let it happen.
That wasn’t who he was. His younger self would even agree.
With no resolution in sight, Stiles found himself parked outside of Derek’s
loft. He realized his jeep was still at school and he should probably take
Peter’s car back to him, but the man would hopefully forgive him this one time.
It was eleven at night anyway so it should be fine.
He took his time walking up the stairs to the loft. He thought Derek would have
moved by now, gotten a house, but the Alpha liked his den.
He once told Stiles they’d get a house when they moved in together, so it could
be completely theirs. That memory put a warm feeling in his belly as he walked
inside.
Derek was sitting in his recliner in the corner, his eyes trained on Stiles as
he dropped into the love seat opposite him.
“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed. Derek merely lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to
continue. “I know this wasn’t your decision. But I’m not going to be happy with
Gwen going. And I’m not going to be silent about how even now, there’s people
who don’t see me as your mate. But I’ve been selfish…and you’ve been really
busy. I’m just really sorry I didn’t notice and acted like I did.”
Stiles was looking down, hands curling around each other as his mate stared.
“I’m not mad, I understand why you are upset. I tried to reason with them but
they will not budge. However, if I can find a way to take you with me, would
you be willing to go? This will interfere with school, with your job, friends,
family, everything. The first visit isn’t too long but I’m not sure what other
travelling we will need to do.”
Stiles didn’t answer immediately, like he wanted to. Because of course he
wanted to go, but he didn’t want to be impulsive in this decision.
His mom was getting better, and he was excelling in school. He could easily
take online classes like Derek had. He worked part time at Talia’s Restaurant
and Pub as a waiter and desert decorator and she’d let him off no problem.
He would miss his parents and friends though, but Derek was his mate. He went
where his Alpha did, especially when it had to do with the business. He wanted
to be there not only to squash Gwen like a bug but also because he wanted to
support his mate, the government could just go fuck itself.
“I want to go. And don’t worry about them not recognizing me, I’ve waited this
long, what’s another three years?” Stiles said and Derek smiled, slowing
getting up and walking over to him.
The omega stood up and immediately slid into the open arms of his mate. Derek
pressed his nose into Stiles’ hair, inhaling deeply as Stiles pressed closely
into his chest.
“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, “you deserve better.” Stiles felt emotion well
up inside of him but he bit them down, squeezing Derek instead. He didn’t have
a lot of things but he had this, and that was enough for now.
“Let’s go to bed. You need to sleep.” Stiles said, pulling back and yanking him
toward the bedroom. “Mercenaries need their sleep too.”
“I’m not a mercenary Stiles, we’ve talked about this,” Derek chuckled, letting
himself be pulled along.
“Oh right, you own a private ‘security’ company that outsources hitmen to kill
and imprison people. Must be a cover for the flower shop you actually got going
on in there huh?” Sties winked at him, helping the male strip from his clothes.
Derek just leaned forward and kissed him, his lips gentle and distracting.
“Shut up Stiles.”
                                       …
Lunch the next day was…interesting.
“You should set her on fire,” Lydia said, blowing a bubble with her gum.
“Maybe she isn’t even into him?” Allison suggested.
“She is ten times hotter than you, you’re shit out of luck,” Jackson shrugged.
“Bring us back souvenirs,” Isaac said, eyes alight and mouth full.
“Dude, you’re dropping out of school?” Scott was dumbfounded, eyes betrayed.
“Yes Lydia, I agree. She tried to fuck him when he was tied down Allison, she’s
got a thing for him. Jackson, fuck off. I’ll bring you back a scarf Isaac. And
Scott, I’m taking classes online. It isn’t a big deal.”
“I thought you said they weren’t recognizing you as his mate? How can you go?”
Allison said, frowning. Stiles sighed.
“Derek called again, spoke to them all morning. They agreed to let me stay in
the hotel with Derek. I just won’t be involved in anything.” Lydia looked
affronted.
“That’s bullshit, you both have mate marks, isn’t that enough?
“They know we are mates, but because Derek is next in line for Head Alpha of
the Hale Pack, I can’t be legally listed as Alpha Mate until I’m an adult. It’s
more to do with my age than with the age gap or anything like that. So I
understand but Gwen is what’s pissing me off.”
“An aerosol can and a lighter can fix that right up.”
“You’re an undercover serial killer aren’t you?” Stiles laughed when Lydia just
blew him a kiss.
Later, when school had ended and he was walking toward his jeep, he was frozen
in his tracks. Because a jock with glasses was currently standing by it,
waiting for him.
Stiles stopped, looked at the guy, looked around, looked back at him, and
tilted his head.
“Am I missing something here or…?”
“Stiles, it’s me, Kevin.” Jaw drop. Stiles shook his head, squeezed his eyes
shut tight before opening them again because that couldn’t be Kevin.
The guy was tall, maybe a few inches shorter than Derek. He was big, all broad
shoulders and tapered waist. But the longer Stiles looked, he started seeing
it.
He had the same sandy blonde hair that held no real form, same bulky black-
rimmed glasses, and same awkward way of carrying himself.
“Damn. You really filled out didn’t you? But it’s great to see you! How’ve you
been?” Stiles smiled warmly, walking up to slap him on the shoulder.
Kevin had left Beacon Hills Middle School when his dad died, staying in West
Springs with his pack. The Alpha blushed, his arms crossed self-consciously.
“Better than I was. You-uh, you look good too Stiles.” The omega grinned, but
then logic smacked him in the head.
“Wait…not that I’m not happy to see you, but, well, why are you here?” Kevin
seemed to refocus and nodded.
“We should probably talk about this somewhere else.” Stiles thought for a
second.
“Want some ice cream?”
                                       …
“I can’t believe this place is still open.” Kevin looked around, spoon shoving
into his chocolate desert.
“Beacon Hills has a sweet tooth, what can I say. So, whatcha need?” Stiles’
asked, voice muffled by the spoon stuck in his mouth.
“Right, so, I heard about the Alpha gathering up in Washington. Heard you
couldn’t go.”
“Can go, just not as Derek’s official mate.”
“That means you won’t be able to accompany him to any of the meetings or
dinners. You really ok staying locked up in a hotel the whole time? Cause you
know Hale won’t let you wonder around, not with hunters on the loose.”
Stiles sighed, taking the spoon out of his mouth and looking down.
“Of course not. But do I have a choice?”
“Well, you might. Because I have a proposition for you.” Kevin looked unsure,
but determined.
“I’m all ears.”
“I’ve been invited too. Not as a Head Alpha, but as Vince’s only heir, I’m in
charge of helping the merge into the Hale Pack go smoothly, and the Werewolf
Committee wants to oversee that.”
“Okay, and how would I be involved?”
“You can come as my…my uh, my date. Not my mate of course, even they know you
belong to Derek. But because I’m not eighteen either, they won’t consider
anyone I bring official. And even if they know who you are actually mated to,
they won’t be able to say anything because we are minors.”
Stiles’ eyes blew wide, his ice cream melting as he processed what Kevin was
saying.
“But, you even said it, they know I’m Derek’s. They aren’t going to let me
waltz into meetings and such just because you say I’m your date. They’ll know
it’s bullshit.”
“They will, but like I said, they won’t mark you down as Derek’s mate so they
can’t legally hold you to that title yet, which means you’re just another
teenager. And they’ll let you into meetings because, one, you are an Alpha Mate
to be, representative of the Hale Pack which I will soon become a part of. And
two, don’t you work for Hale Security Corps part time?”
Stiles was speechless, honest to god. The implications swirled in his mind,
going over and over the possibilities. And slowly, a fat grin curled on his
lips.
“Kevin, you are a genius.”
                                       …
“You are seriously not telling Derek?” Scott sounded mortified through the
phone.
“Hell no! You think he would let me set foot on the airplane if he knew!”
Stiles scoffed, shoving clothes haphazardly into the suit case. They left this
weekend and if he didn’t pack now, he’d be screwed.
“That is if he doesn’t skin Kevin alive when he finds out and then chews you
out for it.”
“Scott, you really think so little of me don’t you? The first night they have a
dinner party, to welcome all the Alphas. Her blonde bitchiness will be going as
Derek’s guest, leaving me in the room. But what he doesn’t need to know is that
I’ll be Kevin’s guest. He can’t make a scene if he’s supposed to be making an
impression.”
“When this all goes to shit, I want a hand written letter saying ‘Stiles is an
idiot.’”
“Oh, it’s gonna go to shit. But it’s the best plan that I’ve got. Not only to
make sure Gwen stays in her place, but also to make the Committee take me
seriously. I can’t do that if I am sitting in a hotel room all day.” Scott
sighed, and Stiles smirked.
“You have a point. Just…be careful Stiles. I’ll see you tomorrow right, your
last day?”
“Bright and early sunshine! I expect a goodbye cupcake.” Stiles hung up,
falling back on his bed as he let his mind wander.
He knew this wasn’t the best idea. He knew Derek was going to lose it. And even
though the Alpha would stay in control during the party, and even that was a
stretch, he would get Stiles alone at night.
That meant a fight, and he knew it. But he was ready, Stiles was tired of Derek
having to legitimize him to everyone. He wasn’t a kid anymore; he should be
able to fight for his own respect.
And Gwen, well, Gwen was a whole other problem that he had every intention of
dealing with. He didn’t know how but Derek was his, and he wasn’t about to let
another omega step on his toes just because she could.
He just hoped he could keep Derek from finding out until they got there.
                                       …
“Oh my god.” It was a mint chocolate chip ice cream cupcake, a tiny sparkler
candle firing on top of it. “You guys really do love me.”
They all took turns hugging him, after Stiles blew the candle out and safety
secured the cupcake back inside the checkered box it came in.
It wasn’t overly sad, he’d be back soon after all, but it made Stiles
incredibly happy. Even if no one else cared about who he was, they did.
“Get her good,” Lydia whispered as her arms wrapped around him. Stiles laughed
quietly.
“Yes commander.”
“That cupcake cost five bucks, you better not question my friendship for the
rest of our lives.” Scott clapped him on the back, pulling him in for a tight
embrace.
“I wasn’t even expecting a piece of gum so you really out did yourself bro. But
next time, I’m expecting a handmade cake with my face on it.”
“Like anyone would want to eat ugly ass food Stilinski.” Jackson rolled his
eyes.
“Oh Jacky, we really need to work on those comebacks. Don’t be sad that no one
wants to eat you out, your time will come. Now, my beautiful friends, it’s time
for me to go.”
With a last round of goodbyes, Stiles was off, his jeep puttering down to road.
He’d gotten everything settled with the school relatively quickly, getting
registered online and handing in any last written assignments.
Now, there was only getting past Derek’s inherent lie detector. It was one
thing to be able to hear heartbeats, but Stiles had a hard time lying to his
mate in general so this was going to be real fun.
He parked outside of Hale Security Corps, slinking his way inside. Reception
pointed him down the hall and once he made his way down, all thoughts of
convincing Derek of his nonchalance went out the window.
Derek was in the gym, which had glass windows so trainees could watch on even
if they weren’t participating.
The Alpha was shirtless, black workout pants hanging low on his hips as he
danced on the balls of his feet. His arms were like daggers as his fists were
buried in the punching bag over and over again.
Beads of sweat tracked their way down the rivets in his skin, tracing his
muscles out like an inappropriate topography map that went straight to Stiles’
dick.
Which was even worse considering he was in public, staring through transparent
window walls, with several eyes there to watch his display.
Stiles was drooling, his eyes dilated and his hole wet. His Alpha was beating
the shit out of the bag, his muscles rolling under his skin, his veins
throbbing with exertion. Rock music was pounding in the background, the sound
heavily muffled but it must have been blaring in the gym.
And ok, spring heat coming soon, he deserved some patience. But, really? Stiles
could have had the flu, four broken limbs, and about to be run over by a
tornado and he’d still find this particular image jaw dropping and cock
hardening.
He wasn’t normally bashful with Derek until he got really dominant but when the
man turned around, his eyes drawn in tight with aggression, Stiles felt his
entire body bleed red. And, fuck, he was frozen.
Derek’s eyes flashed, his nostrils flaring and he started stomping towards him.
Stiles’ legs were shaky as he watched the male prowl, his eyes still trained on
the way Derek was dripping, his cock a thick line through the nylon of his
pants.
He pushed through the doors, not bothering to put on clothes. He rammed his
body into the omega, stuffing his nose into Stiles’ neck as sharp teeth nibbled
at his skin. Stiles’ whimper and answering rush of slick was immediate.
“I can smell you through the damn walls Stiles. Smell how ready you are for
me.” The omega clung to him, words stuck in his throat.
“I-I’m sorry. You just, uh, with the bag, and your chest, in those pants,
and…just…” Stiles let out another strangled whine, his hips involuntarily
grinding into the hard body in front of him.
Derek growled, “You’re close aren’t you baby?” Stiles nodded helplessly,
unaware of any eyes watching them even though he knew they must be.
Derek kissed him, soft and slightly chaste.
“I have another class I need to train, and you need to pack. I want you to go
home, put your plug in but don’t touch yourself. No coming.”
“You’re not going to help me?” Stiles felt his dick twitch desperately and
Derek smirked, running his jaw along Stiles’.
“No baby, we don’t have time and I want your little hole hungry for me.” Stiles
panted, his breath fanning out in large puffs.
“This is cruel.” Derek rumbled, kissing his head one last time before turning
him around and slapping his ass.
“You’re not the one who has to train a group of Alphas with the scent of
aroused omega on them. Go home runt, I’ll be over to pick you up later.”
Stiles bit his lip as he looked at Derek, turning back around to walk outside,
knowing his mate would watch him till he was safely driving away.
The hard on he sported all the way home wasn’t going to leave any time soon.
Especially not with the picture of Derek working out still fresh in his mind.
But more than that, he knew Derek was going to mate him soon. And boy, if that
didn’t do him any favors.
He couldn’t wait for this weekend.
Chapter End Notes
     Like I said, I am really excited about everything going on. How did
     you all feel about this update? Do you like how Stiles is coming
     along?
     And I know it seems like Derek isn't facing any heavy conflict, but
     keep in mind this is barley the second chapter of part 2. And Derek
     is an adult so it takes a little bit more to ruffle his feathers.
     Y'all will see where this is gonna go.
     Leave me some lovely comments if you want, I always respond! Have a
     great week, much love <333
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Notes
     OKEEEE Duckies. So I have to be up in exactly four hours. I really
     don't understand why I do the things I do to myself but I am very
     happy to share this with you all.
     Also, 1000 FUCKING KUDOS. Oh, you spoil the shit out of me. I
     actually screamed when I saw it. So no amount of suffering tomorrow
     will make me regret getting this out.
     I am beyond thankful to everyone who liked even a tiny bit of this
     story. LOVE YOU ALL SO DAMN MUCH <333333
     Now, you have some shit to read! Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 19
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Stiles slipped the plug in with an indignant huff, his cock still painfully
hard as it bobbed against his stomach.
He didn’t bother touching himself, knowing he would only feel bad afterward.
Damn omega instincts to hell. And then he went to start packing, humming along
to his own inner choir.
He was tossing in some clothes when he began feeling a low buzz in his belly.
It was barley there, Stiles wouldn’t have noticed it at all if it weren’t for
his boredom.
He tried ignoring it and it was only when his erection wouldn’t go down that he
knew what was going on.
“FUCK!” He screamed, his fists pounding into the mattress. Right now of all
times! He was showing pre-heat symptoms.
They weren’t strong at all but Stiles had gotten used to his cycle enough to
know what they meant. He couldn’t let Derek find out, he wouldn’t let him go if
he did.
But that led into a larger problem, his scent. He doubted Derek would be able
to smell it tonight but he’d definitely catch the scent tomorrow when they
left.
Suppressants were the only thing that would mask a scent but they were
dangerous and didn’t work well for werewolves. That’s why he suffered for years
when he was younger.
But his choices were already limited, and he couldn’t afford to let his heat,
of all things, keep him from going.
He picked up his phone and dialed Deaton. The receptionist patched him through
and the second the man said hello, Stiles flew into his ramble.
“I need suppressants. Maybe not full on heat suppressants, because you know,
they probably wouldn’t work, and I hear they can affect fertility. And I want
babies eventually so that’s a no no. But do you have scent suppressants? You
have to, right? Omegas in the military take them so people don’t know when
their heats are coming on? Can I have some of those? And like, tonight? Like
right now? Please?” Stiles was tapping his foot, his brows drawn in
concentration.
“Hello Stiles.”
“Sorry Dr. Deaton, uh, hi.” The boy flushed.
“So, you want scent suppressors? Why the sudden request?” Stiles’ internally
panicked, trying to come up with a lie.
“Uhhh, well, you see, I kinda wanted my heat to be a surprise. Derek’s been
busy and hasn’t noticed the time, and it’s not like they are that regular
anyway, and well, you know…wanted it to be special.” Stiles didn’t bother with
nonchalance and went for full awkwardness, hoping Deaton would be embarrassed
and not ask questions.
There was a pause on the other end.
“You know, first time and all-“
“I understand Stiles, no need to elaborate. However, I can’t fill a
prescription simply out of request, especially given the, ah, nature of your
situation. There is an over-the-counter medication that will suppress your heat
scent but it will also suppress your natural omega smell. I assume Derek will
know you are up to something.”
Stiles smacked a hand over his eyes, groaning as he fell back on his bed.
“There’s no way he won’t notice that. Come on Deaton, do you have anything you
could give me to help me out?” The doctor sighed and Stiles could almost hear
him thinking.
“There’s always birth control? The pill won’t help but we have an injection
that will work immediately and It will dull the scent so Derek’ wouldn’t know
till the day of. It is also a better form of contraception.”
Stiles hadn’t even thought of that. Birth control wasn’t a thing he needed to
worry about yet and he doubted Derek would knot him during his heat the first
time. But it would work just fine.
“When can I get it?”
                                       …
The shot looked pretty standard but Stiles hissed in pain as he felt the thick
concoction swirl through his blood stream.
“Now Stiles, you realize this will only make the scent less prominent, not
eliminate it completely. So long as Derek doesn’t get to close to your scent
glands, he won’t be able to notice. Also, if you want to continue on this
contraception, and I suggest you do, then you’ll need another shot in three
months.”
The omega nodded along, rubbing along the arm that he’d been injected in.
“Gotcha. I’ll let you know if I need another. Thanks for this by the way, I
know it was a little short notice.”
Deaton smiled, “I’m only doing this for birth control purposes. Now go, before
you catch the scent of this place and then you’ll really have a problem.”
“Anything you say doc!” Stiles saluted the man and jogged back out to his jeep.
He’d sent Derek a text telling him he had gone to Scotts to say goodbye in case
the Alpha got to his house before him.
He was glad he did because the Camaro was parked out front when he pulled up.
This was going to be great, the whole not getting too close to his own mate was
a disaster waiting to happen.
He walked in, smelling pizza and his mouth watered.
“Didn’t wait for me to start eating, huh? I’m actually hurt.” He said, hand
clutching his chest dramatically as he strolled in.
Derek, in a fucking pin-stripe suit, began scooting his chair back so Stiles
could sit in his lap as always but the omega flung himself into the chair next
to him, trying to feign starved hunger so he wouldn’t give himself away.
He quickly grabbed a piece and starting swallowing it down, pretending not to
notice Derek’s raised eyebrow as his mother just shook her head.
“So, what’s the plan oh Alpha mine?” Derek smiled softly at him, chewing on his
own food.
“We leave tomorrow at eight in the morning. We will be there for four days so
we leave back on Monday. Where we go to next is based off where the committee
wants operations set up.”
“You’ve done real good things Derek, I hope everything works out in
Washington,” John said, head nodding respectfully. Claudia meanwhile was
squealing, body shaking in a little dance.
“Oh I am so excited for you both! Stiles, soak it all in. Travelling with your
mate is one of the best things to do.” The beta grinned, hand clasping onto her
husbands.
Stiles smiled back but inwardly cringed. He was a liar, a damn liar that was
damming himself to hell. A leg brushed up against his and he resisted the urge
to jump into Derek’s lap and confess. His hormones were really starting to get
to him.
Stiles was cuddly on a bad day, and with his heat coming up, this weekend might
be torture.
                                       …
This weekend was going to be torture. For one, is was a Thursday, which meant
Stiles couldn’t even complain about him being up early.
And two, Derek was being touchy. And sure, he was normally touchy, but right
now he was being down right clingy.
The entire walk through the airport, Derek had a large hand on Stiles’ lower
back, which would curl around his hip whenever someone recognized him and came
to say hello.
And now that Stiles was boxed inside the plane, Derek’s hand was close up on
Stiles’ thigh, his arms stretched out over the omega’s hips. His finger was
pressing in deep, rolling the muscle.
Stiles wanted to crawl out of his skin at the Alpha’s possessiveness. It was
downright sadistic that Derek would choose right now, of all times, to be more
physical with him. Right when Stiles couldn’t afford to get too close to him.
So he let himself do small things, let himself brush up against his mate when
he would touch his waist, let his own hand settle on the larger one.
But it wasn’t enough, not even close. Whenever Stiles was close to his heat,
the both of them would get increasingly intimate. And that was really saying
something considering how they usually were.
Derek would insist on him staying over at the loft every night, and Stiles
would go over to the office after school every day. He’d sit on his Alpha’s
lap, help him with paperwork. In between all of that was randomly placed sexual
interactions in the elevator, bathrooms, even storage closets in Walmart.
But now, if Derek got too close to the scent glands on either side of his neck,
or god forbid anywhere near his groin or ass, he’d be found out.
And it pained Stiles to lie to his mate, to keep him at a distance when all he
wanted was to be closer to him. He kept having to reason with himself, telling
him the only way to get into those meetings, prove his worth, was to keep this
from Derek.
And so he bit his tongue and behaved himself as they made their way to
Washington. Except where he didn’t because Gwen was on their flight.
Talia, bless her, sat with her so the garbage didn’t sit next to Derek near the
isle. He would catch the female watching them and he not so subtly glared at
her every time. By the time they got to their hotel, Stiles was ready to take a
cheese grater to her face.
“So,” Talia said, hands on her hips, “the welcoming dinner is tonight in the
convention center. It’s only a block or so down so we can walk. After you two
are ready, meet down in the lobby and we’ll walk over. It starts at 6.”
Everybody nodded, even Stiles who wouldn’t be going. Well, with them anyway.
He’d been secretly texting Kevin the whole time; he was taking a later flight
and would arrive right on time.
And with that, they all walked into their own rooms and Stiles flung himself
onto the bed, curling up in the pillows.
“Oh paradise, how I have missed you.” Suddenly, a weight bore the bed frame
down and Stiles flipped over, hands shooting out to push on Derek’s chest.
He faked like he was rubbing the Alpha as he settled in between Stiles’ legs.
“You brought your laptop and sketchpad?” Stiles’ wolf melted under the
attention, his hips painfully still as he resisted grinding up into Derek.
“Y-Yeah, don’t worry Der, I’ve got things to pass the time.” A sick twist
settled in his stomach. It wasn’t a complete lie, otherwise his heartbeat would
give him away, but it suggested he’d actually be staying in the room. “You
should shower and get ready, big night for you.”
Derek sighed, hips gently rutting down. It was less sexual and more comforting.
It made Stiles’ wolf cry with frustration; he wanted more.
“I’m sorry you can’t go down with me. I-“Stiles put a finger to his lips,
shaking his head. The guilt clouding his mind couldn’t stand to let Derek
apologize.
“It’s ok, I knew the deal when I came. Now go on, gotta get your hunk on before
going down. I want everyone to know how great my Alpha is.”
Derek leaned down and kissed him, pulling back up and striding toward the
bathroom and Stiles rolled over and cursed into the pillow.
How was he expected to curb Derek? He’d have to figure it out as he went, and
at the very least, that was one of Stiles’ best talents.
Stiles flipped the TV and his laptop on, putting on some light sweats and a
baggy t-shit, hoping the image would fool Derek into thinking he wasn’t going
anywhere.
But, of course, Derek just had to stroll out naked. The Alpha didn’t even have
the consideration to put a towel around his hips.
Stiles didn’t bother trying to stop his eyes from bulging, his from watering.
He thought of moldy eggs and flying spiders, desperately trying to keep slick
from pooling between his cheeks.
That was notgoing to help his no-touching-Derek plan. The Alpha in question was
unperturbed about stalking around as he gathered his clothes, his meaty cock
hanging proudly between muscled thighs.
Stiles dug his finger nails into his hand as he watched Derek dress himself. It
was almost methodical, the way he pulled on each piece, flipping the collar,
clipping his cufflinks on, and threading his tie around his neck. The suit
itself was entirely back, the red tie striking against the dark button up.
Stiles was transfixed. He had seen him getting ready before, of course, but he
was always half awake then. Now, Stiles’ full attention was on the man, and he
was almost hypnotized by his movements.
Derek’s training, as well honing his ability to track and kill, also gave him a
sinister sort of grace, his hands curling just so, his shoulders relaxing in a
powerful stance.
And when the man’s eyes blinked up at him as he pulled his tie up, Stiles
paled. The omega, so used to Derek’s caring nature and businessman seriousness,
forget that he was a mercenary, a trained killer.
And sometimes, Derek would look at him with this intense gaze and Stiles could
see it. Could see this power in him, a menacing type of depth.
Where Stiles was cunning and always one step ahead, Derek was compelling and
convincingly forceful. It was at these times, when they stared at each other
without looking away, without speaking, that Stiles was reminded just why they
were mates, why they were a force to be reckoned with, even if other’s couldn’t
see it.
Normally, when this happened, Derek would stalk towards him and crush their lip
together, and he seemed just about ready to when a loud knock sounded at the
door, throwing them both from their trance.
“Derek, if I don’t see you in the lobby in five minutes I will personally break
down this door and drag you down by your ear.” Talia had a talent of sounding
so threating and loving at the same time.
Stiles laughed lightly, going over the straighten Derek’s tie. He knew it was
cliché, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, especially as the Alpha settled
heavy hands lightly on his hips.
“Behave.” Stiles rolled his eyes, thumping the male on the cheek.
“You behave. Good luck Sourwolf.” Derek leaned down, Stiles pressing up on his
toes so they could kiss. The Alpha’s hands curled around his back, his lips
moving to deepen the exchange but Stiles pulled back, lightly pressing his
hands into his mate’s chest.
“You’ll be late.” Stiles said, though it came out like a whine of complaint and
Derek laughed. He kissed Stiles’ forehand before turning around and heading out
the door, shooting the omega one last look before it clicked in place.
Stiles stood there, watching the door before reality caught back up to him and
he flew into action. He showered in record time, stumbling back out wet and
steamy.
Kevin had texted that he had just landed and was on his way over. The omega
would have to power through his dressing time.
Stiles owned exactly one suit, a gift from his father who wanted Stiles to look
nice when he attended future events with his mate.
Boy, did he not imagine this would be his first time wearing it. He pulled it
on with nothing like Derek’s finesse but it got on his body so it was fine.
He styled his hair with gel, almost forgetting not to wipe the remaining
product on his pants before he turned to look in the floor length mirror.
His eyes widened, his head tilting back in surprise. Stiles liked his
appearance well enough, but he’d never looked this good.
His suit was tailored well to his lithe body, the waist pulled tight, his pants
curving perfectly over the slop of his ass.
The sleeves fit just right, the deep green tie reminding him of his mate’s
eyes. His own were sparkling, his hair curled upward into a sharp point. It was
a true shame he wouldn’t be standing alongside his Alpha, they’d look like
quite the pair together.
A soft knock came to the door and Stiles went to open it. Kevin, standing in
his own deep blue tux, blushed down at the omega.
“Hey.”
Stiles smiled broadly, “You look great but we better get going!” He turned,
running to grab a room key and his phone before shutting the lights off and
bursting back out into the hallway.
Kevin looked nervous, and Stiles felt his pain as they both made their way to
the convention center. They followed along with a line of people, all dressed
formally and clearly headed to the same place.
The building was adorned with flowers and lights, leading the way into a huge
ballroom. Outside of it sat several booths, the people standing by them dressed
in uniform as they handed out people’s metal name tags.
Kevin and Stiles strode up to person in charge of last names beginning in A,
the female eyed both of them as she grabbed their tags.
Kevin’s read his full name, his secondary gender, along with “HALE-ANDERSON
PACK” written in bold letters. Stiles’ read similarly, however it was also
engraved with the words, “Escort: Kevin Anderson,” on the bottom.
They looked at each other, stomachs in their mouths as they walked in. The room
was gorgeous, expensive drapery hanging in front of floor to ceiling windows.
The tables were covered in thick black cloths, white lace decorating the
bottom. Dark red roses bloomed out of the center pieces which were circled by
bright candles.
Seats were separated by pack and it took no time at all for Stiles to spot
Derek. He stood at the front of the room, near the stage, where the words
“HALE” sat proudly on their table on a metal name plate.
He looked stunning, like he was a part of the room while also being the prized
center piece. Stiles was violently ripped away from that image as a female’s
arm hooked around Derek’s.
Gwen was beautiful, her hair hanging down her back in thick waves, its glossy
texture catching in the light. Small pearls hung around her neck, sinking into
her cleavage.
But what really caught him, what destroyed him, was her dress. It clung to
every curve, its deep v barely concealing her nipples. And it was red, a
perfect match to Derek’s tie.
And even as Derek shook her arm off subtly, clearly not pleased with the
action, Stiles couldn’t ignore the obvious. They looked perfect together.
Kevin slowly guided them to the table next to where Derek would be seated, his
hand on Stiles’ back as the omega was too distraught to really focus.
It was like slow motion, the way Derek looked towards them, his eyes training
directly on Stiles. Shock swirled in his gaze as his thick eyebrows raised into
his forehead.
His eyes snapped down to where Kevin was touching Stiles, his entire posture
changing from subdued dominance to threatening aggression.  
Slowly, his irises bloomed into a disturbing crimson glow, his lips curling
back in a snarl, fangs elongated and dripping.
Stiles was frozen to his spot, fear sizzling in his chest. Never, had he seen
that anger from Derek. When he had gone feral due to the foxgrain, he hadn’t
recognized Stiles.
But now, Stiles could see the killer inside of him, see the thinly veiled rage
that was being directed his way. He knew this wasn’t going to be the best
encounter, knew it was a bad idea.
But looking at his Alpha now, hearing the booming growl that ripped from his
chest, Stiles was really starting to regret his master plan.
And that was before Derek started moving.
Chapter End Notes
     F.U.C.K. Derek is some pissed off Alpha werewolf. I freaking love
     it!! What do you all think is gonna happen?
     Because mama's got some plans! ......Never in my life have I called
     myself mama but apparently the shoe fits today.
     Talk to meh down below, you know I always answer. Besides, I'll be a
     living zombie tomorrow and your comments breathe sweet life back into
     me. Remember that. <3
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Notes
     Phew! Here it is everyone! I don't know about you guys, but this
     weekend kicked my ass! But I am looking forward to this week! I hope
     all of you had a good day and that this update cheers you up!
     Or not, because angst. >.<
     BTW, this chapter might have more mistakes than usual. I'm not sure
     why I think that, it's just a feeling, but who the hell knows because
     I proofread it!!
     I am continually blown away by everyone's support. Treat yourselves
     to something you all love, you deserve it. <3
     Enjoy:)
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                                  Chapter 20
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Stiles met the Alpha halfway, hands going to his chest, his heart beating
erratically. Derek’s arms whipped out, dragging the omega’s body into his.
“P-Please calm down,” Stiles whispered. He could feel the Alpha’s claws teasing
the seams of his clothes, so close to shredding them.
A small but commanding palm came down on Derek’s shoulder and a soft growl
followed. It wasn’t challenging, only comforting but in an authoritative way.  
“Derek, this is not the place to make a scene. Mark him if you have to but calm
your wolf down now.” Talia squeezed his arms once more and stepped back.
Derek’s breath was coming in hot bursts, especially as he pulled Stiles’ hair
back, forcing the omega to submit and bare his neck which we would have done
anyway but being madeto was an entirely different feeling.
Stiles’ hands shot up to keep Derek from leaning in.
“Please Alpha, I’ll let you mark me later. You can c-claim me if you want to
but not here. Please not here.” Stiles didn’t care about being in public, god
knows they’d done a lot of various activities with people around but he
couldn’t let him find out he was on scent suppressants.
That would really make him snap and he couldn’t let that happen when he was
supposed to be impressing the people around them. That and Stiles couldn’t
handle Derek getting any angrier right now.
The man looked down at him, eyes still red. He had one big hand on his lower
back, right where Kevin had touched him and another hand came up the palm his
neck.
“Do not let him touch you, or I will rip his throat out. I don’t care where we
are.” Stiles knew Derek was commanding him to appease his wolf, otherwise he’d
had to bite him in front of everyone.
And while Stiles appreciated Derek honoring his wishes, the command made him
feel like a child, and he’d come here to make his own impression.
With a curt nod from Stiles, Derek let go, eyes shooting up to glare at Kevin
before he went around the table.
He pulled out a seat, motioning for Stiles to sit and the omega immediately
went to obey, not daring to look back at Kevin.
The Alpha sat down directly next to Stiles with a thud, Gwen taking her seat
next to him. Stiles could hear Kevin shuffling behind him, probably about to
sit next to Stiles but Derek growled.
“You will sit next to my mother Kevin, do not go near my mate.” His voice was
like frozen lava, cold and yet laced with rage.
Kevin, being smart, went to do as he said. No one questioned Derek and
eventually, people started taking their own seats.
A large thigh pressed against his leg, his Alpha’s way of comforting him but
Stiles yanked his limb away, hoping the action conveyed his own hurt.
This wasn’t the time to call Derek out on being here with Gwen, or how his
display made Stiles appear like a wayward little omega.
Across from them sat four other people. All older, all finely dressed, and all
Alpha. Being one of only two omegas at the table, and so close to his heat, had
Stiles’ wolf begging him to sit on his mate’s lap, or at least touch him in
some way.
But Stiles ignored it, refusing to give in. Instead, he focused on the stage,
watching as a tall man addressed the crowd.
“First off, I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Richard Romero, Head of
the Werewolf Committee. I’d like to thank everyone for coming. I appreciate all
of you and the work you all do around the county for your packs. Now, please
enjoy the dinner we have provided, because the coming days are full of work and
stress. Have a good evening.” He nodded and stepped down, people clapping after
him.
The man strolled to their table and took the remaining seat, directly across
from Derek as waiters began serving salads and dumpling appetizers.
“Hello Alpha Hales, it is good to see you two again. And I see you’ve brought
young Mr. Anderson with you, and your mates. I had no idea your omega was such
a beautiful woman Derek.”
“She is not his mate Mr. Romero, I am.” Stiles didn’t hesitate to assert
himself, despite the glare from Gwen he saw through his peripherals.
“You should know Stiles is my omega, you were the authority that would not
recognize him.” Derek’s fists were clenched, his face calm but Stiles could
easily see the anger in his eyes.
The man chuckled, elbow resting on the table top as his palm cupped his chin.
“Indeed. Well, it’s just that she looks far more suited for you. And Mr.
Stilinksi seems like a fine match for Kevin, such a shame.”
Stiles gritted his teeth but kept his mouth shut, it wouldn’t do any good for
him to act out now. If anything, that would just result in them taking him less
seriously.
“Richard, do not think that you may disrespect either me or my mate. The only
reason this gathering is even happening is due to my business and its success.
I can very easily establish operations around the country without your
assistance. Keep that in mind.”
The man’s smile had slowly drawn into a scowl, the people around him staring at
Derek in shock. Stiles couldn’t resist pitching in, letting his own anger and
tension fuel his words.
“And I am not a child, Mr. Romero, as you may think. I did not only come here
as Kevin’s guest because I am his friend, but because I work within Derek’s
company. I guarantee that I know more about the ins and outs of how the
business runs than you do and I work alongside my mate to help strategize
against the hunters. You need me much more than either my Alpha or I need you.”
This time, when Derek pressed his thigh into Stiles’ leg, he leaned into the
touch. The man growled lowly, pushing up from the table and looking down
hauntingly at them.
“Luck would have it that I am needed to make appearances at other tables. But
we will be talking about this in the coming days, be sure about that.” And with
that, the man stalked off, grey hair and all.
Stiles felt a sliver of pride well up in his chest. So sure, maybe pissing of
the head of the committee wasn’t the original plan, but he’d made an
impression. They couldn’t just ignore him. And he could work with that.
However, with that crisis averted, the tension bled back into the table, Derek
clearly having not forgotten his lie, or Kevin’s entire existence.  
The three people, most likely other higher ups from the committee were quick to
pick up a conversation with Talia as they all dug into their salads.
Gwen, of course, took the opportunity to speak up to the rest of them.
“How funny, he thought Kev would make a good Alpha for Stiles.” Shoot her,
shoot her right now. But really, Stiles didn’t even bother getting mad because
the girl was just dumb.
He hoped the ‘are you serious’ look he gave her said as much. But all she did
was pop her lip out and raise her eyebrow at him.
Kevin was still stuck between Talia and the strangers so he could only
helplessly look on as Derek’s palm tightened further, his knuckles paling.
“Whelp, I belong to this big guy so too bad!” Stiles nervously laughed, a thumb
going to point at Derek who was staring ahead at the wall like it had just
slapped him.
“Well, I can’t say I don’t agree with him, at least about me and Derek.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped, feeling something painful curl in his stomach.
Derek wasn’t listening, apparently entirely focused on not killing Kevin, whom
he was now glaring at.
“I am Derek’s mate, not you. I carry his mate mark, I am his omega. Lay off.”
Derek seemed to finally use his ears because he suddenly looked affronted.
“Of course you’re my mate, you know that. Don’t let that man get to you.”
Stiles fell back in his chair, sighing with exasperation.
“No Der, I was-“
“He was pouting. But it’s ok! Probably just hungry, let’s eat!” Stiles kicked
his foot into the floor, picking up his utensils as the waiters placed their
next course in front of them.
Stiles ate with his eyes forward, ignoring the conversation going on around him
as everyone seemed content to talk about pack dynamics.
“And what do you think, Mr. Stilinski?” His back straightened and he looked
toward the female addressing him.
“Excuse me?”
“How do you think packs will fair without their Alpha’s, there are dozens in
attendance here.” Stiles chewed thoughtfully, everyone’s eyes on him.
“To be honest, it all depends on the pack. How well the wolves function on a
day to day basis, whether good or bad, will probably be the same without their
Alphas, at least for a short while.”
“So then you think an Alpha’s presence is mostly unneeded?” Stiles immediately
shook his head.
“Of course not. Alphas are the whole reason packs become stable enough to not
need them 24/7. My own pack is able to function as independent families that
lean on each other when needed because that is how Talia and Derek have
cultivated it. However, in crisis situations, I think a pack without an Alpha
is more likely to fall under.”
A round of nods and surprised eyes came after he spoke and the conversation
flowed away from him. He was thankful, feeling hot and high strung.
His heat was closing in and he had little hope it would wait until they got
back. He silently prayed he would be able to get through the next day so he
could at least attend some of the seminars.
“Take off that pin.” Derek muttered, head straight but eyes turned toward
Stiles.
“What?” He asked but Derek was quick to use his own hands to all but rip his
name tag from his suit, the clip coming off easily so his suit was unscathed.
Stiles watched as Derek crushed the offending piece of meal in his hand, the
edges crunching in on themselves. He looked up at his mate, speechless and
confused.
“I don’t want his name on you.” Derek muttered, dropping the crumpled tag on
the table, sending a murderous look at Kevin who looked like a man about to be
hanged for his crimes.
Stiles, as hyped up on his hormones as he was, really couldn’t handle the
tension at the table any longer so he gulped down the rest of the meat and
pushed his chair out.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” he mumbled, beginning to walk around the table
when a leg shot out and he tripped.
He landed on the ground hard, the impact shaking him up but his eyes latched
onto a black stiletto heel. Gwen quickly pulled her leg back, shifting forward
even as her eyes never left the table.
Under normal circumstances, Stiles would have been annoyed, maybe even mad, but
he would have gotten up, laughed it off, and walked away.
But after everything the female had done and said, that was the breaking point.
So even as Derek was bending down to help him up, he was already standing, his
elbows shoving him forward.
Stiles wound his hand through the strands of her hair, tucking his palm close
to her head and he pulled back.
Her chair fell and Stiles whipped his arm down so the girl slammed against the
floor. He then reached over, grabbing her glass of red wine, and splashed it
over her face and dress, ruining the material.
Her eyes were wide, her hands put out in mock defense. Stiles leaned down, his
voice cold.
“Don’t you ever touch me or my Alpha, again. You are not pack, I have no
obligation to treat you well. And neither does he.” He stood back up, and
walked out, ignoring the looks from around the room.
Stiles had had enough.
                                       …
“D-Derek!” Gwen reached up for him. He grabbed her and helped her up but
quickly pulled his hand away.
“What did you do to my mate Gwenevieve?” The Alpha wasn’t stupid, he’d seen her
foot. But Stiles didn’t have a short temper, and wasn’t prone to violence.
“I-I, nothing!”
“Derek, she’s been provoking Stiles all night.” Talia shook her head, her
forehead pressed against her palm. Derek merely raised an eyebrow and his
mother sighed heavily, muttering how she possibly raised such a dense wolf.
“First,” she lectured, a single finger pointed upwards, “she wore red, to match
your tie. To the rest of the world, except you, that is what couples do. Two,
she keeps trying to touch you. And three, while you were busy wallowing in your
jealousy, Gwen said she agreed with Richard that you two make a good match.”
Derek felt his shoulders tense, guilt swishing in his gut as he stared at the
drowned mouse that was Gwen.
Patches of stained cloth were spotted over her body, her hair looking like it
had been splashed with cheap dye that dripped from the tips.
She had two arms wrapped around her front, clearly mortified.
“Gwen, I will only say this once. You are not my mate. You will never be my
mate. I have no interest in you other than your position in my pack. Your
presence here is for the convenience of your bloodline, not because I have any
intention of you being my partner to any extent. Should you, or your cousin,”
he said eyeing Kevin, “ever touch my mate in any way, I will deal with you
myself and you will be on the next plane home. Do I make myself perfectly
clear?” He finished, flashing his eyes at the two.
A “yes sir” came from Kevin, and affirmative whimper from Gwen and Derek turned
to address his mom.
“You can handle this?” She raised an eyebrow in a ‘who are you talking to’
smirk and he quickly turned and left, not bothering to answer the people who
attempted to stop him.
Derek made the trip back to the hotel, feeling twitchy as he entered the room.
Stiles was in his pajamas, clothes strewn in random places around the room as
if they had been thrown.
He was clicking through channels, not paying his mate any mind. Derek turned
the TV off and looked at Stiles who growled at him.
“Let’s just not do this.”
“Stiles, we have to talk.”
“No. No, actually, we don’t. We don’t have to talk about anything. In fact, you
should just go back and finish dinner. I heard they had a killer cheesecake
lined up. And me? Yeah I’ll go to bed, I’ll do that right now.” Stiles ripped
the sheets up, shoving himself underneath the covers and pulling them around
his body.
Derek sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to the omega.
“I’m sorry.” Stiles pushed the covers back, sitting up with a dumfounded
expression on his face.
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t come back to yell at me?” And if that didn’t feel like a punch to
the face.
“Stiles, I won’t lie that I’m mad about you going with Kevin. Had you come to
me and brought it up, we could have talked about it. But you deliberately hid
it from me. Besides that, I’m not mad about what you did to Gwen. I didn’t
realize how upset you were. And I was admittedly oblivious.”
Stile snorted but smiled.
“I’m sorry about the whole Kevin thing. I didn’t want to keep it from you but I
was worried you wouldn’t let me come if you knew. And about Gwen, can we please
light her on fire?”
Derek laughed, pushing himself closer to his mate. “Unfortunately, we still
need her so that’ll have to wait. But right now my wolf needs to mark you, he’s
been anxious all night.” He held open his arms and Stiles pushed into them,
head tilted back.
He buried his nose his the crook of the omega’s neck, teeth biting down and
inhaled. And then froze. Chemicals.
                                       …
Stiles was so caught up in his relief, he’d completely forgotten about his
scent. And as Derek planted his nose firmly in the curve of his neck, his fangs
sinking deeply into the mate mark, he gave himself over to it.
He moaned into his Alpha’s shoulder, a rippling shudder running through his
body.
Derek sucked on the mark, raising the skin into a swollen purple bruise. He
inhaled strongly and ripped himself back.
“You. You’re close to your heat?” The Alpha looked stunned and once the scent
of strange hormones hit nose, realization dawned on him.
“You’re on suppressants?” Stiles shrunk back, shame washing strongly through
his scent, a dead giveaway.
“N-No. Birth control.” Derek shook his head, standing up looking lost.
“Why?”
“I-It suppresses the smell of my heat. If you knew it was close, you would have
made me stay home.”
“Damn right I would have,” Derek snarled, anger unfurling in his chest. “We are
at a convention of Alphas! They are staying in this same hotel. What happens if
they scent you? And why would you lie to me about this of all things?” Derek’s
eyes were red, his wolf close to the surface.
Stiles felt irrationally defensive, his own eyes lighting up gold even as his
wolf cowered back.
“I don’t need your permission to take birth control Derek!”
“Stiles, I would never tell you what to do with your body but I have a rightto
know about your health. And you didn’t take it so we couldn’t have pups, which
I also get to know about. You took them so you could lie to me. So you could
come here, put yourself in a dangerous situation, all without me knowing.”
“You couldn’t just leave me in Beacon Hills! I have to prove to them that I’m a
worthy Alpha mate. I need to be here!” Derek growled, eyes flashing with hurt
as the stress drained out of him, his shoulders sagging.
“I have told you, I don’t know how many times, that you are a worthy mate.
You’ve had my approval since the day I met you. Why do you need to prove
anything to anyone?”
Stiles went to open his mouth and reply but the Alpha put up a hand, stopping
him.
“I can understand about Gwen, I feel the same about Kevin. But you’ve never hid
your heat form me, not when it is my job to protect you and see you through it.
I need to think about this and I don’t want to yell anymore. I am leaving. You
will stay inside this hotel room and you will not leave.”
Stiles started shaking, his wolf whimpering. “Y-You’re leaving? Where are you
going to go? And I can’t stay here Derek I have to attend the seminars
tomorrow.”
Derek looked completely drained. He could take on anyone who challenged him,
whether it was about company business or involved a cross bow to his head.
But having his mate, the only person he whole heartedly trusted lie to him
outright, took all his energy from him.
“I’ll find a room. And so long as Talia escorts you, you may go.” Derek walked
around, grabbing his mostly packed suitcase and dragging it along with him. “I
will talk to you tomorrow.”
Stiles felt his stomach sink as he watched his Alpha walk out the door, his
back disappearing as it shut.
His wolf was panicking and his mind was a mess. The underlying itch a
distressing reminder of just why he was now alone.
Derek was right but so was Stiles. He had to make a point, and sure, maybe that
point was also to himself. And maybe Derek’s approval should be enough, he
didn’t know. But he stood by his decision.
He just didn’t know if the tearing in his chest, in the bond, was worth it.
Chapter End Notes
     So many things went down in this freaking chapter! Like woah, jealous
     Derek, GO STILES, fucking Gwen, YES GET HER STILES, aw they made up,
     WAIT NO THEY DIDN'T FUCK!
     I don't even know guys, oh my god.
     Let me know all your feels, be they good, bad, or desperate. I'm off
     to my local 24 hour fast food place because I am trash who eats trash
     and LOVES EVERY SECOND OF IT. Also it is late. So, cheers. <3
     Love y'all
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so excited to share this chapter with you all, I quite like this
     one. Also, question, do you guys mind how long the story is getting?
     You don't see stories past 20 chapters too often on AO3 and this
     wouldn't have been either had I separated the parts and made a
     series. I don't know why you would care but I'm curious!
     Also, if you live in the United States and celebrate the holiday,
     Happy Thanksgiving!!! If not, Happy Thursday!!! :D
     Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 21
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Derek was an idiot, he knew that. He knew leaving Stiles was a bad idea. But
since seeing another Alpha’s hand on his omega, and finding out his mate had
lied to him about several things, his anger was out of control.
A pounding headache was settling deep into his skull and he needed to calm down
before having a full discussion with his mate. Otherwise nothing good would
come out of it.
He still didn’t know how to feel about Stiles lying to him. It was painful, to
say the least. He was his omega, he should be able to be come to Derek with
anything.
The fact that he felt like he couldn’t didn’t sit well with him and he needed
to fix it.  He also needed to take responsibility for his own actions, reflect
on why Stiles had even felt the need to act the way he did.
He also kept in mind that Stiles was about to go in heat, his wolf in a
constant state of rage because he’d left.
So with some convincing, he’d persuaded his mom to give up her room, the one
next to his and Stiles’, so that he could be close, in case any Alphas came
sniffing about.
Not that they’d smell anything, not yet, the birth control his mate had taken
had almost completely snuffed out his scent.
Talia had scoffed, hands on her hips and a disapproving scowl on her face. She
gave him the room only after lecturing him about the importance of omega health
and how they needed to have an actual talk before the situation got out of
hand. And especiallybefore he went into heat.
She then proceeded to tell him that if he wasn’t in his own room in one day,
she was kicking him out and making him sleep on the hallway floor. So he had a
deadline to fix things.
But he’d need to start making plans to house his mate for his heat that wasn’t
the hotel. He may be mad but that was no reason to neglect his omega when he
still needed him.
The only issue was, that would extend their stay. And he would need to finish
his business with the committee as fast as possible because Stiles could go
into heat at any moment.
The scent wasn’t strong, but Derek couldn’t accurately gage when it would come
because out the change in hormones.
That meant tomorrow would be hell. He would need to pack three days’ work into
one while simultaneously keeping an eye on his mate.
His mate, who was probably going to be royally pissed off tomorrow. And he had
a right to be, but Stiles was also in the wrong, he needed to own up to that.
For now, Derek was laid out on the bed, fists clenched and head pounding. So
when he heard the muffled cries coming from the other room, it was unexpected.
The walls were thick, a courtesy to their wereanimal guests who had increased
hearing, so the fact that Derek could hear moans coming from his mate’s room,
meant the boy must be nearly screaming.
Derek squeezed his eyes shut, imagining his omega on his knees, chest pressed
into the bed with three fingers shoved deep inside himself.
He could almost smell the heady slick sliding down his thighs, thicker than
usual because of his impending heat.
The Alpha couldn’t resist palming his own growing erection, rubbing hard to the
sound of Stiles’ whimpers.
He let out a rumbling growl, just loud enough for Stiles to hear and maybe
feel. The answering mewl made his stomach clench.
Even when fighting, they were like this. They still had things to work out but
they loved each other and when one needed the other, they were there for them.
So Derek gave him his voice, letting a rolling purr slide from him, not caring
who else heard. He slept naked so it was easy to start pumping his cock,
stripping the veiny flesh.
He spit into his palm, giving it some slickness as he focused harder on the
rhythmic sounds coming from the other room.
He could tell Stiles was close to his heat just by the moans he made. They were
less breathy and more desperate, more out of control, and it drove him mad.
And this time, Derek would give him his knot, officially sealing the bond. He
couldn’t wait.
                                       …
It hadn’t been Stiles idea to start touching himself. He’d been depressed,
sulking his sorrow away with the chocolate bar he’d gotten from the vending
machine.
His wolf wouldn’t stop begging him to go to his mate, finally snapping at him
inside his mind when Stiles shut him out.
But then a spark of heat had curled itself in his belly, slick leaking from his
hole involuntarily. It was a part of getting his heat, and Derek’ absence
didn’t help.
So Stiles, already on his belly, bucked the covers off and halfheartedly lifted
his ass up. He slipped some fingers inside more as a pity fuck for himself.
Because he really wasn’t feeling up to this.
But slowly, as he pressed deeper in, rubbing along the inflamed walls, he
started feeling the buildup in his stomach, the ache inside his dick.
He thrusted against the bed helplessly, feeling the uncontrollable need start
to tickle along the edges of his mind.
He started panting and then moaning, his fingers abusive in their assault. And
Stiles let his mind wander.
Images of Derek immediately popped up in his mind, and he let himself dive into
them. He visualized the Alpha’s red eyes, his teeth in the back of his neck as
he fucked into him.
Stiles had never had something that big inside of him, wanting to feel the
stretch of his mate. But he imagined the burn that would turn into a delicious
pleasure licking up his sides.
He wondered about how his knot would slowly swell, catching on his rim until
all Derek could do was grind into him.
Stiles was so lost in his mind that he didn’t realize how loud he was being,
wantonly crying out at every push and pull.
And then he heard the growl form the other room and his wolf sagged in aroused
relief. Derek had left the room but he hadn’t left him.
And what’s more, was that he was helping him. He was taking care of him,
showing him he was still there. Stiles felt his chest swell as he mewled back
to his Alpha, fingers driving in impossibly harder.
As Derek’s own grunts and groans hit his ears, Stiles bit the pillow, rocking
his body back onto his fingers.
With one last commanding growl, Stiles came, cock spurting up onto the sheets,
right over where Derek would have slept, his scent still strong inside his
nose.
He screamed out Derek’s name, hearing the hissing rumble that came from beyond
the wall, signaling his mate’s own orgasm.
Stiles let himself calm down slowly, body wrapping around the pillow Derek
should be using. He could whimper is he wanted, let his inner omega call to his
mate.
Derek wouldn’t be able to resist coming back to him but he knew he couldn’t.
Even if he had a reason for it, lying to Derek hadn’t been okay, and he needed
to give Derek his space, even if neither of them liked it.
So Stiles shut the light off, making sure his phone was plugged in, the TV off,
and the blankets secured tightly around him.
It was going to be a long night.
                                       …
Stiles was dead. He dragged himself in and out of the shower like a ghost, not
really focusing on anything.
His skin felt too tight, his flesh alight with a constant buzz. And he was
needy, his wolf whining nonstop with a continuing urge in his mind to cuddle up
to his Alpha.
None of it was new, this definitely wasn’t his first rodeo. But it was all
magnified, his senses hyper focused on his needs than they would normally be.
Of course, he’d usually have one scowly wolf around to sit on or lick whenever
he wanted, so the fact that it was all but taken from the omega, was really
starting to irritate him.
But he had a plan for today. He’d managed to message Talia, who was already on
board to take him to breakfast.
After that were the seminar/meetings. The first of which were solely for
omegas, both mates and guests. That was high on his list of importance.
Next was when the two groups, Alpha and omegas would come together in the same
room, meet up with their respective mates if they had one, and discuss ideas.
The first two were mostly casual, meant for mingling about and creating a
network. But after lunch was the final gathering, where the committee would
meet with each Alpha pair, and a plan would be established.
The next two days were all about the technicalities, how things would be set
up, how long it would take, where they would get the funding, etc.
But for now, Stiles only had to focus on today. He had a lot to offer and it
was high time more than his pack new that.
So he threw on some skinny jeans and a red button down, because fuck Gwen, and
headed out the door. He wasn’t remotely surprised to see Talia sitting on one
of the ornate benches in the hallway, reading a book.
“Derek not coming?” Stiles asked, shuffling toward her while feigning
nonchalance. Going by the sympathetic look she shot him, he didn’t fool her.
“You know him, he likes torturing himself when he’s upset. So he probably
skipped breakfast and is working on god knows what.”
Stiles nodded, feeling the pang in his chest expand into a full blown ache. He
followed Talia downstairs, noting how put together she always looked.
Derek definitely got it from her and the second they walked in the doors to the
in-hotel restaurant, it was clear everyone knew who she was.
Eyes followed them and he dimly noted that Gwen was sitting at a table with
Kevin, both looking tired and unresponsive.
He wanted to be happy that she wasn’t with Derek, but he wasn’t with him either
so the bitter taste in his mouth only got worse.
They were promptly served with pancakes, sausages, and eggs. It looked like a
steaming plate of heaven but Stiles couldn’t even bring himself to enjoy the
food as it slipped down his throat.
“Okay, enough.” Talia said, dabbing her mouth with the napkin before throwing
it on the table. “I spoke with Derek so I am well aware of what happened. And
I’ll talk about that in a second but what I want right now is to tell me how
you’re feeling.”
Stiles stared blankly at her, his brain slow to process the quiet breakfast
they were having that quickly spiraled into a counseling session.
“Stiles, I want some honesty. Now swallow your eggs and talk.” She smiled
softly, encouraging him and he let out a long sigh, finishing his eggs before
finally letting go.
“I’m mad. I’m mad that Gwen seems to think she can appear to be Derek’s mate
and it just somehow comes true. I’m mad that Derek can’t even get past his own
busyness or anger to see what she is doing. And I’m mad that after years of
being thought of as a child, of less than worthy, I can’t even be legally
recognized as Derek’s mate despite the mark on my neck.”
Stiles felt his emotions swell, his hands shaking with the intensity of it.
“I’m close to my heat so everything feels ten times worse and my wolf won’t
shut up about needing Derek and he left me and he wants to talk but how can we
talk when he is right? I want to be taken seriously and I think I deserve it,
but sometimes I feel like my only options leave me acting like a child. But if
I didn’t lie, I wouldn’t have been able to come and I’d be spending my heat
alone. I don’t know if I can do that. And I just want to be close to him but
Gwen is constantly in the way and now the government is fucking with us and I
just…I just don’t know what to do. I lied to him, I hurt him, and that’s my
fault but, what other choice did I have? What choice did he give me?”
It felt like a weight had lifted from his shoulders, and even if his wolf was
still suffering, his skill still alive with the itchy heat, he felt immensely
relieved. And Talia…was smiling. 
“So…uh, yeah.” Stiles shifted uncomfortably, feeling vulnerable.
“Stiles, did you tell any of that to Derek?” She asked, and Sties shook his
head. “How can you expect him to understand how you’re feeling if you don’t
voice it to him?”
He gaped at her and she just laughed.
“Being mates is confusing because you feel closer to this person than anyone
else, like they are you but in another body. So sometimes, you forget that they
can’t actually read your mind. If you are feeling badly or want something from
them, you need to tell them. It doesn’t have to be a complaint or an argument,
just you sharing your feelings. Derek is dense, he sees Gwen as nothing more
than another person. He told her as much last night, in front of everyone. So,
to Derek, her advances mean nothing, he doesn’t even see them as romantic
because of how uninterested in her he is. So he couldn’t possibly know why you
felt badly about Gwen until you expressed your feelings.”
She took a small sip of her coffee, wrapping her fingers around the warm
ceramic.
“Now, you expressed them by attacking her, nice job by the way, she was getting
on my nerves, but had you told Derek beforehand, that probably wouldn’t have
even happened. He only realized how it felt when he connected it to Kevin and
his own jealousy. The fact is, both of you were wrong. You shouldn’t have lied
but Derek shouldn’t be so quick to box you in which gives you no options.
Basically, all you really need to do is talk to each other.”
Stiles was speechless, his mind was even silent as he took in everything she
said. He thought back, realizing he hadn’t actually told Derek anything about
his worries, hadn’t asked Derek about his own feelings.
He wanted to punch himself. For all his intelligence, that simple solution
hadn’t crossed his mind. Sure, he had to talk to Derek, but that should be
something they did beforeanything happened, not after.
“Thanks Alpha, I’m sorry for causing this much trouble. Was Derek mad?” Talia
scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Derek is incapable at being mad at you, he was sulking all night. He got up at
dawn and has been working ever since. Don’t worry hun, this is nothing compared
to what you’ve been through so far.”
Stiles was thankful Talia was there and had the knowledge she did. She wasn’t
the Alpha of the Hale pack for no reason. He took a deep breath and tried
summoning some of her patience. If he wanted to get through the rest of the
day, he’d need it.
                                       …
Derek was going mad. He was used to being busy but this was insanity. He’d
gotten up with the sun, not able to get much sleep when his wolf was angry with
him and his mate was in another bed.
Since then, he’d been making calls, replying to emails, and running around the
convention center trying to find a damn copy machine.
He was currently glaring at the offending contraception as it shuddered out
page after page of his business protocols. He’d have to present them to the
committee and if approved, pass them on to the Alphas.
He’d speak to them one on one and decide on a weekend to visit their respective
territories so they could start setting up his operations.
All of this, he’d have to do today, before Stiles’ heat. If not, he’d have to
decide between making sure he got the information he needed to get out, or be
with his mate.
And there was no way he’d leave his omega suffer alone, so today it was. Derek
had to cover his mouth, stifling the growl that was ready to surface.
He wasn’t known for his gentle temperament, but growling at a copy machine
wasn’t something he wanted to look back on.
At the rate he was going, he’d have to miss the first two seminars, meeting
with the committee to explain about his mate and quickly go over everything
they’d need to before they met with each Alpha pair separately.
That was when he’d hand out his protocols, complete with instructions on what
to have ready for when Derek came to their areas.
It was going to be a long day, and his wolf wasn’t making it any easier. He was
snarling at him, demanding they go back to their omega but he resisted.
Derek wouldn’t risk Stiles in full blown heat at the hotel, but the Alphas were
all leaders, some mated themselves, so the faint smell of fertility wafting off
his mate wouldn’t be enough to tempt them.
And the faster he got this done, the faster they could be alone. And that’s all
he wanted.
                                       …
The first seminar was…interesting, to say the least. Talia had left him, going
to the Alpha meeting across the hall.
So he stood, water in a wine glass in his hand, while he stared at all sorts of
omegas. Stiles wasn’t one to stereotype, he wasn’t traditionally submissive,
and his mate was too broody to match the arrogance usually associated with
Alphas.
But looking on as the omegas started grouping off, it was hard not to see the
similarities. The homemakers, the pregnant ones, the artsy types, the athletes,
the career addicted, and on it went.
It was unnerving how quickly people could sort themselves into small comfort
zones. But Stiles didn’t fit into any of them.
In fact, he had aspects of himself that fit into every category, and none of
them were prominent enough to stand out. But he would be dammed if he stood in
the corner the whole time, that’s not why he came here. It’s certainly not why
he lied to his mate.
So with a large gulp of water, Stiles started making his way around. He told
one group about his painting, all of them quickly asking if he’d planned on
selling any in the future, and once they found out whose mate he was, they all
wanted him to paint something especially for their pack.
He spoke to another about his part in Derek’s business, explaining that he’d
learned about hacking from his Alpha and often looked over tricky cases to spot
different leads.
And on it went, Stiles pulling different parts of himself and bedazzling them
to hell. He mentioned his interest in lacrosse, his plans for his own home, and
even his hopes for pups.
And even though all of the groups mentioned his age, it always ended with a
compliment.
“You are so young but so accomplished.”
“Alpha Hale is so lucky to have such a young mate, able to bare him strong
pups.”
“Despite your age, you really are something Mr. Hale.” That one made him blush
deeply, his wolf howling in pleasure at the name.
Stiles resisted the urge to fist pump the air, but he did internally scream,
dancing a little in his head. It was almost too easy to ignore how his skin was
hurting.
It was a bit odd, considering it wasn’t one of his usual heat symptoms, but he
paid it no mind, still basking in his pride.
But once everyone started filing into the large ballroom, Stiles paled. Derek
wasn’t there. He looked everywhere, walking from each corner of the room to the
other, inhaling and trying to find his scent.
Nothing. Stiles didn’t even bother with Gwen who was milling around the room,
she had apparently missed the omega seminar but had shown up to push her
cleavage in the face of every unbonded Alpha available.
Talia was stuck in conversation, people excited to have such a high profile
leader among them. Which left Stiles alone to panic.
Why wasn’t Derek there? He was supposed to be there, that was the point of
today. Was he so mad that he didn’t even want to see Stiles?
The pain dancing along his skin crackled to a full blown throb. His abdomen
started aching and he decided it was a good time to leave.
It’s not like he could do much anyway without Derek here. He made his way for
the door and stumbled. A hand shot out to catch him but it felt all wrong, the
flesh almost like needles against his arm.
He hissed as he pulled away, his eyes flashing gold as they looked up. Kevin
stood gazing down at him, his eyes concerned.
“Stiles, your heart is pounding, are you ok?” The omega nodded helplessly,
limping to the door.
“Need to get back,” he croaked.
Kevin helped as best he could, a hand on his back to help steady him. Once they
got back to the room he collapsed onto the bed, curling in on himself.
But even the sheets felt too rough. He felt desperately needy, his wolf
slamming itself on the edges of his mind.
He needed Derek, but he wasn’t feeling the overwhelming burn of his heat yet,
just a soft fire in his stomach.
It was his skin that hurt, like every cell was its own knife stabbing into him.
Stiles needed to be touched and that’s when his mind connected the pieces.
It had been days since Derek had properly touched him, they hadn’t even kissed.
He’d been too occupied trying to keep the Alpha away from his neck and after
the fight last night, when the two should have been together, they’d slept
apart.
And so close to his heat, denying himself closeness with his Alpha was
dangerous. He was touch-starved, but it was worse than he’d ever felt.
“G-G-Get D-Derek,” Stiles moaned, his voice a screaming whisper. Kevin quickly
pulled out his phone and dialed the Alpha, his eyes slowly starting to glow red
as the soft smell of heat began filling his nose.
The man didn’t answer, and Stiles screamed, writhing on the bed despite how
painful each touch of fabric was.
“Alpha.”
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter Notes
     I hope this chapter makes up for all the angst and waiting I have
     pull y'all through. CAUSE THIS SHIT IS SOME FEELS.
     So please, enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 22
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Derek was just finishing getting the protocols approved when he felt it. He
visibly swayed back as his chest felt as if it had been shoved, pain swirling
from within the bond.
He growled, low and aggressive, immediately shoving the papers into his brief
case and making his way to the room, where he knew his mate would be.
He couldn’t run, the pain too intense and a constant growl was rumbling from
him, causing everyone who passed to bare their necks and scurry out of his way.
Derek was always with Stiles when he went into heat and this had never
happened, something must be wrong. He needed to get to him. Now.
                                       …
“C-Call him again.” Stiles whimpered, pulling at his clothes desperately,
trying to get the painful material away from his skin. He’d popped the buttons
off with the force of his struggling.
Kevin was in the corner, fumbling with his phone. His eyes were throbbing red,
his face the same color as he watched on.
His wolf was surveying the situation, desperate to comfort the omega in pain,
but also very aware that he was close to his heat.
Kevin had never been so close to an omega during their fertile time and it was
quickly weighing his nerves down.
He punched in the numbers again, hearing a growl come from the other line.
“Stiles needs you.” A roar was his reply and the call quickly when dead. He
knew he should get out but his body was firmly rooted to the ground.
His wolf would not allow him to leave an omega in such a vulnerable state. So
he watched on as Stiles sobbed into the pillow, his shirt halfway off, his
whole body shaking.
Derek busted through the door, breaking the lock. He assessed the situation,
immediately going to Stiles’ side instead of going over to kill Kevin.
The omega curled around him, tucking his face into Derek’s shoulder, his legs
pushing uselessly against the bed, trying to get him closer.
“Did you touch him?” Derek snarled, hands petting over his distraught mate, his
head turned to stare at the other Alpha.
“No, I promise I only helped him up here. It hit him during the seminar.” Derek
listened but heard no flutter to the boy’s heartbeat.
“Leave now, before my control snaps.” Derek was barley holding on, already
wolfed out. Kevin shifted back, looking worried.
“Where will you take him? He can’t stay here.”
“He won’t be. He is mine to protect. Mine.” Stiles mewled at his Alpha’s
command, nuzzling into him. “Now leave.”
Kevin nodded and quickly made his way out, Derek’s shoulders shrouding Stiles
protectively as he passed.
Derek quickly started stripping Stiles of his clothes, inhaling deeply and
realizing his heat hadn’t yet set in. Considering how needy the omega was
acting, out of heat, it meant he was touch-starved.
The Alpha cursed while he stripped Stiles’ pants off. He’d let Stiles avoid him
and because of how packed their schedule had been, he hadn’t noticed.
Stiles was fighting, trying to touch him even as the fabric stung.
“D-D-Der~,” He cried, hands shaking as they smoothed over the Alpha’s face.
“Shh baby, I’m here.” Derek’s wolf was pacing, very aware of the fact that the
door now had no lock, and his mates’ scent was only getting stronger.
But he couldn’t just leave yet, not with Stiles so out of his mind. His heat
hadn’t hit but if he didn’t qualm his need for touch, they’d never be able to
leave.
So he pulled back, his chest clenching at the sob Stiles let out, and ripped
off his shirt, jacket shredding and buttons flying across the room.
He quickly covered Stiles’ body with his own, rubbing their chests together as
he cradled his head against him.
He pulled his face down to nuzzle along the omega’s cheek, preening at the
happy whines Stiles was making.
Stiles opened his legs wide, letting Derek settle between them. The feeling of
being crushed had never felt so good, the heavy weight chasing away the pain.
Derek’s huge arms were caging him in, the heat from his body bleeding into his
own and he shuddered. Slowly, the sobs turned into quiet crying, Stiles feeling
overwhelmed by the sudden full body contact.
And then he felt Derek shaking, the man’s muscles twitching painfully above
him, his breath fast and uneasy.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Derek rumbled, voice hoarse and thick, arms
squeezing Stiles harder. He breathed into his hair, and Stiles nodded against
him.
“M-Me too.”  
They laid like that for an indefinite amount of time, waiting for the other to
calm down. Slowly, they pulled apart, very hesitantly but Derek had to get
things ready.
He wrapped a blanket around Stiles’ shoulders while he threw Stiles’ stuff into
his suit case. He pulled his mate to him, walking with the omega while dragging
the suit case behind him.
He stopped by Talia’s room, grabbing two shirts for the both of them. Having
Stiles covered in his scent made him feel marginally better but they needed to
get out of there.
Stiles was silent, his skin felt better but was still overly sensitive. All he
wanted was to go home. He was feeling terrible because this had been half his
fault and his heat was starting to settle deeper in his groin.
It would be a day or so until it reached his mind but he’d be needing Derek
soon. He followed his mate out of the hotel, Derek’s arm tight around his hips.
People were smart to look away, the situation clear and Derek’s presence
imposing. They quickly got a taxi and soon, they were on their way to some
address Derek had given the driver.
He watched as Derek made several calls, one to Talia, and to the committee
members, explaining the situation.
Once he hung up he sighed, pulling Stiles close to him.
“I’m sorry Derek, I shouldn’t have come.” His heats lasted about a week, which
means they’d be here longer than they’d meant to, setting everything back.
Not to mention all of Derek’s work was halted.
“Do not apologize, you can’t help your cycle and I wouldn’t want you alone. I
am sorry for not paying more attention, for not listening.”
“How could you listen when I didn’t talk?” Stiles sighed, hand travelling up
Derek’s chest to rub at his collar bone.
“We’ll fix that, don’t worry. For now, we are on our way to a heat hotel.”
Stiles was surprised but happy. Heat hotels were for travelling couples, always
available to anyone who requested a suite.
They were far different from Heat Centers which were strictly for omegas and
Stiles felt his wolf calm knowing they were on the way to somewhere safe.
He cuddled into his Alpha, and Derek gently soothed his hands through his hair
as they drove off.
                                       …
The room was impressive. Leave it to Derek to get a room in a five star Heat
Hotel in such short notice. The place was full of little villa like rooms, all
on the ground floor in a circle which gave them enough space to feel
comfortable.
 The room was equipped with a fully stocked kitchen, extra sheets and linens,
and a four poster king size bed.
Stiles wouldn’t let Derek go even as the Alpha set their luggage down. Slowly,
his intentions clear, Derek pushed Stiles up against the wall.
Stiles whimpered, legs falling open so Derek could push a thigh in between
them. The omega tipped his head back, letting Derek rub his chin along his
scent points.
Stiles turned his head to suck a mark on Derek’s neck, his wolf feeling more
comfortable than he had all week.
The heat that had been a slow shimmer under his skin that was starting to boil
and he let out a whine, Derek growling in response.
“You ready baby?”
Stiles nodded, and blushed. “W-We aren’t going to wait until I’m deeper in?”
“No. I want you to remember this clearly, want you to remember how my knot
feels as I fill you up.” Derek slid his hands down Stiles’ sides, lifting him
up so the boy could wrap his legs around him.
He carried him to the bed, setting him down gently. He slowly began pulling
Stiles’ clothes off, the omega wiggling out of his jeans and slipping out of
the shirt.
He laid back down, hands unconsciously going to cover his chest. Derek smirked
down at him as he pulled his own clothes off.
Stiles was uncharacteristically silent, his eyes glued to Derek’s chest.
“You nervous pup?” Derek asked, slowly leaning down to cover Stiles’ body. The
omega bit his lip, feeling the intensity of the situation more than he ever
had.
He was anticipating it, the mating. And it was making him feel shy. He felt
every ounce of light touch his skin, every breath of air puff out of Derek’s
mouth.
Stiles made an indeterminate sound, one that quivered in his throat and Derek
kissed his head. The Alpha leaned back slightly, grabbing Stiles’ hand from his
chest and bringing it up to his cheek.
“This is me Stiles, it’s only me and you.” Derek stared down at him, his thumb
rubbing over the knuckles of Stiles’ hand which was cupped around his jaw.
“We’ve done this for years, nothing different. Do you trust me?”
Stiles slowly hooked his legs around Derek’s hips, letting him press closer.
“Yes.”
Derek leaned down and pressed his lips into Stiles’. It was slow and methodic,
Derek letting Stiles’ anxiety bleed from him.
Only when the omega let out a needy whine, voice muffling out a breathy “more,”
did Derek let himself deepen the kiss, letting his control slip a fraction.
He started rutting his hips, grinding them into his mate’s cock and dampening
hole. Stiles gasped, arms curling around his shoulders as his lower end was
bucked up and his mouth was assaulted.
Derek broke away and quickly made his way down, sucking a nipple deep into his
mouth. Stiles keened and arched his back, hands flying to knot in Derek’s hair.
Derek pinched the other nipple, rolling it hard and watching as Stiles tried
struggling away from the overstimulation.
“Der, more. T-Touch me.”
“What do good boys say?” Derek growled, biting down enough to sting and Stiles
yelped.
“Please!” Stiles moaned, legs straining against the bed. Derek rumbled, leaning
up slightly.
 “Where baby? Talk to me.” He coaxed.
“M-My hole. I feel empty. Please Alpha!” Derek slipped his hand down, gently
cupping Stiles’ erection before going lower, fingers pressing right over his
entrance.
“Good boy.”
His underwear was soaked through, the fabric sticky as it bunched up under
Derek’s fingers where he pressed. Stiles was grabbing the sheets while he
writhed, his claws out.
Derek tsked, watching as the sharp points got achingly close to Stiles’ own
body. He got up, shushing Stiles protest and went to get something from the
suitcase.
When he came back Stiles had a clawed finger on his hole, his head craned to
the side as it rubbed around the rim.
“Hands above your head,” Derek growled. Stiles’ eyes went wide but he slowly
lifted his hands up. Derek kneeled on the bed, using his tie to bind Stiles’
wrists to the back board.
“Derek?”
“It’s okay. I just can’t have you hurting yourself, you can’t control the shift
right now.” Stiles nodded, tugging on the tie and finding it tight and
unmoving.
His dick gave an involuntary twitch, his hole leaking and Derek smirked.
“You like that pup, like being tied up and helpless?” The Alpha grabbed his
hips and flipped him over onto his belly, quickly pulling back up to relieve
the pressure on his wrists.
Stiles yipped slightly, then moaned at position, and his back arched down.
“Please Alpha, I need it. I need your cock.” A hand came down on Stiles’ ass,
the sound bouncing off the walls and the omega gasped at the sting.
“Be patient baby, we aren’t rushing this.” He leaned down and licked a long
strip up against Stiles’ hole, sinking in past the rim.
Stiles whimpered, hands pulling against the tie as his ass pushed back. Derek
was alternating between thrusting in with his tongue and sucking sloppily
around the hole.
One hand held the Alpha up while the other teased at Stiles’ balls, rolling and
tugging them down. Stiles’ head was dropped in between his shoulders, his bound
hands the only thing holding his upper body up as he cried.
“P-P-Please, Let me c-come.” Stiles whispered, saliva, slick, and precum from
his twitching cock dribbling onto the bed.
Derek growled, wrapping his fingers around the base of Stiles’ shaft, squeezing
tightly.
“No, p-please.”
“Not yet pup, I want you coming on my knot.” Derek’s voiced vibrated along the
arc of Stiles’ ass, his teeth biting down lightly on one cheek.
Derek turned him back over, eyes burning down at the flushed tone of Stiles’
body, how his nipples were pearled and his cock was a deep shade of red.
He leaned over, releasing the tie from Stiles’ hands and quickly retying it
around Stiles’ dick. He wanted his boy to be pent up for when he entered him.
Derek then kneeled back up, gripping his cock and stroking it, eyes slowly
fading into his Alpha red as they stared down at his mate.
Stiles mouth was open slightly, his eyes glued to the man’s flicking wrist.
Derek let him watch, let his eyes light up gold and soon he was moving.
The omega looked like he didn’t even know he was moving, his eyes trained on
Derek’s hand. The Alpha knew exactly what his mate wanted and when he got close
enough, he fed his cock to him.
Stiles closed his eyes, groaning as the taste hit his mouth, the one that told
his wolf he was sucking a virile male, one that was ready and able to breed
pups into him.
It turned his internal temperature on high and he moaned, sticking his ass out,
the heat starting to inch over his body.
Derek let Stiles warm up, knowing his mate needed to be thoroughly ready to
take him. Even if he was old enough, he was still small.
So he let himself thrust into the boy’s mouth a couple times, watching as it
disappeared into the omega’s drooling mouth.
Derek slowly draped himself over Stiles’ back, fingers smoothing along his
spine and dipping into the cleft oh his ass, two fingers slipping inside
effortlessly.
Stiles bucked his hips back, throat swallowing around his cock.
“Come on pup, get me nice and wet for you.” Stiles groaned and started bobbing
his head, wiggling his hips as Derek added another finger. “There you go, good
omega, taking it so well.”
The Alpha scissored the digits, adding a fourth when he could. His knot was
bigger than his fist but his mate’s body was made to take it. This would have
to do.
He pulled back, slipping his fingers and easing his dick out of Stiles’ mouth,
replacing it with his fingers.
“Taste that baby, that’s how much you want this. Your body has wanted this
since the day we met.” Stiles nodded, slurping up his own slick like it was his
favorite liquid.
Derek eased them back out, pulling Stiles up to bring their mouths together,
tasting the remnants on his lips, his tongue rolling over Stiles’.
Stiles, obviously done waiting turned and fell onto his elbows, ass sticking up
obscenely, his legs parted so wide that he didn’t even need to pull his cheeks
apart to put his glistening hole on display.
“Mate me Alpha, I need it.” He whispered, feeling the emotion behind the words
as Derek shot down over him.
A large hand wrapped around Derek’s cock, guiding it into Stiles with a shallow
thrust. The tip slipped inside and Derek groaned, his wolf howling inside him.
He’d only been inside Stiles like this once, never trusting himself to hold
back in the past so they could try it again. His whole body was shuddering as
centimeter by centimeter, he inched in.
Stiles’ mouth was open wide in a silent scream, the feeling too overwhelming
for his brain to think coherently.
Just as Stiles’ heat spiked, the first wave of it being triggered by the cock
in his ass, Derek finally snapped.
With one hard slam, Derek buried the rest of himself inside Stiles and they
both howled, their wolves merging with their human minds.
Derek turned his head, pressing a hard kiss into Stiles’ neck before his hips
started pounding into him. There was no letting his wolf take over as the
animal was already burning along his limbs, making his hips jack hammer
forward.
The bed, as solid and heavy as it was slammed into the wall, the posters
swaying with the sheer intensity of their movements.
Stiles bounced back onto Derek just as the Alpha pushed forward. Derek’s chest
rubbed along Stiles’ back, the ridges of his abs dancing along the column of
his mates’ spine.
“Such a slut for me, so eager and desperate. You’ve been such a good boy for
me, waiting so long for your Alpha’s knot.”
He pulled Stiles’ head back by his hair, twisting his head so their mouths
could tangle together. The kiss was intimate, so opposite from the punishing
rhythm of his thrusts.
He pulled back and turned Stiles over, hooking the omega’s legs around his
shoulders so he could press more closely to them.
Red stared into gold and Stiles felt a deep jolt as the tie around his cock was
torn away, the purple flesh slapping down onto his belly.
“You are my mate, my omega, I’m going to breed you so often that you’ll smell
like my come all day. No one will question it, no one will keep you from me.”
“Y-Yes, m’yours. Always yours. Wanted this so badly, Alpha.” Stiles felt his
eyes water, especially as Derek’s knot started expanding.
They clung to each other as Derek’s cock swelled, the shaft still pushing and
pulling, hitting his prostate over and over again until suddenly it couldn’t,
and Stiles cried out in pained shock.
The organ swelled, pressing right up where he needed until it locked fully into
him. They both came harder than they ever had, their teeth naturally burying
into their mate marks, renewing the bond and making it snap together in a
permanent seal.
Their vision blacked out, their senses leaving them until all they felt was the
swirl of the bond, teasing from their feet and riding along their nerves to
their skulls.
It reinvented them as it travelled, solidifying them into true mates, their
wolves twisting together through the both of them.
When their minds returned, they were still wrapped around each other, hearts
beating at the same fast pace.
Derek, despite his knot continuing to spill seed into his mate, pressed his
lips softly into Stiles’ mouth. The omega responded slowly, letting his mate
control the gentle roll.
They pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed as the swell of their bond
could be felt heavily in their chests.
The bond meant they could now feel both of their wolves, the two dancing
between bodies and minds, feeling the other out in a way they never could have
before.
Stiles let out a watery laugh, “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
Derek could only nuzzle him in response, planting another kisses to his neck,
ear, and head. Slowly, he turned the omega, his knot caressing the tight walls
as it rotated.  
Stiles hissed as he was gently moved, his back now pressed into Derek’s chest
as they laid on their sides. The Alpha glided his fingers along Stiles
sensitive skin, feeling the omega’s wolf rise into the touch.
It was fascinating, his mates wolf felt as close as his own did and he honestly
couldn’t believe they’d been missing this.
Stiles grabbed his hand and brought it over to his stomach, the rough palm
cupping the flesh. His heat had calmed slightly, having been placated by the
bond for the moment but the effects of it still remained.
“I want to wait to have pups, I don’t want to share you yet but…one day.”
Stiles murmured, shivering as Derek rubbed the soft swell of skin.
“When we have pups, they will be born into a safe world, into a solid pack.”
Derek said into his neck, breath tickling along Stiles’ hairline and the omega
smiled at the promise in his voice.
“I love you Derek, I know we don’t say it often because it seems so obvious but
I really do. I’ve never wanted anyone else but you.”
Derek turned his face so they could kiss, his knot gently rutting into him.
“I love you too, I always have. Ever since Claudia walked in, barley pregnant
and I could feel you. And when you walked into my house that first time. My
wolf has always known you were mine. No matter what happens, know that I will
always be with you and I will alwayscome for you.”
They stayed like that for a little while longer, hands intertwined and heart
beats even, breathing in the calm before the storm of heat would burn again.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope this lived up to anyone's expectations! I had a lot of fun
     writing it and got all emotional at the end imagining how good that
     must feel, FINALLY bonding they way they've been wanting to. It took
     20 chapters for them to mate, think about that. My god.
     This chapter also feels like the first of many that hasn't ended with
     some sort of crazy or angsty shit happening! I wonder how long
     that'll last. O.o
     We still have some plot to dive into so I hope this gives you some
     motivation to push through the coming craziness!
     LEAVE ME LOVE DOWN BELOW. I hope you all are having a fabulous
     weekend. <3
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so glad you all enjoyed their mating, what a wait! This chapter
     made me feel all special inside, it was great to write!
     Thank you for reading through all that has happened, I love it!
     Enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 23
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The next day Stiles woke to a deep burn that ached all through his muscles, the
disturbing emptiness ebbing at his mind.
It wasn’t full on yet but the air permeated with the scent and Stiles whined
deeply, the body behind him shifting.
Derek growled, hands wrapping tighter around the omega and pulling him into his
chest hard. His face pressed into the back of Stiles’ neck, inhaling deeply
while thrusting his cock upward between Stiles’ cheeks.
“I need it Der, s’empty.” Derek lined himself up and sank in, Stiles letting
out a contented sigh. They could afford to go slowly so Derek gently lifted up
Stiles’ leg and started pumping his hips shallowly.
Going this slowly brought on a whole other level of sensations. While Stiles
couldn’t feel the intensity of hard thrusts, he could feel every graze of
Derek’s cock inside him and it was slowly driving him crazy. He was still
slightly sore and the small shocks of pain only served to magnify each touch.
He could feel every budging vein, every drop of leaked precum that mingled with
his slick. It had him gasping into the pillow, his hips rolling back as best
they could.
“Do you want my knot baby? Want me to breed you? You’re so slutty I bet it
would take no matter what.” Derek whispered, biting down on his earlobe and
Stiles keened.
“Ye-yes Alpha, please. Fill me with your pups, want everyone to know what a
good Alpha you are, how I’m the only one who gets you.”
Derek pounded harder and harder to his mate’s words, letting his wolf rise up
and mount Stiles’ wolf. The combination made both of them lose their hold on
the environment as they rode through their orgasms.
The new scent that their bond had produced saturated the air and was a warm
blanket around the two as they came back to themselves.
Stiles nuzzled his head back, purring happily. Derek let the two bask in the
feeling for a while, wanting to savor this before the inevitable came up.
“Stiles, we should talk.” The way the boy immediately tensed was obvious and
sharp sting shot through the bond.
“Before you say anything, I don’t want this to be a fight. I’m not mad at you
but we need to do this before your heat makes you unable to talk.”
Stiles relaxed a little and nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.
“I know I should have never lied to you, and I’m sorry. I just reallywanted to
be here because one, Gwen, and two, because I wanted to show them how useful I
can be. But I’ve been thinking about it and I don’t actually care what they
think. I stopped that when I was little. What I really wanted is to prove to
myself that I’m useful, because sometimes…I don’t feel that way.”
Derek rubbed his fingers over Stiles’ sides, listening intently, making a
disapproving rumble at the end.
“Why do you feel useless?”
“I know you don’t think I am, I know the pack doesn’t and my parents don’t. But
when you started Hale Corps the age gap seemed heavier for some reason.
Suddenly, I had this mate who was proving himself beyond what he already had
and I was still only a kid. There’s nothing I can do about my age and I
wouldn’t exactly want to, but I finally had a chance to make myself important
in a bigger sense, one that would allow me to be with you. And Gwen didn’t
help. I know you didn’t want her, but she looks good next to you, looks like a
woman when I’m still a boy…” Stiles drifted off, not knowing how else to
continue.
“I don’t want to invalidate your feelings, and I do understand them. But you
need to realize that you’re only fifteen and you should feel no responsibility
to be at the level I’m at. You’re already excelling above those your age, you
shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. You’re the one who realized it was Kate who
was behind the mess five years ago and since then, you’ve helped me solve case
after case. You’ve saved lives. It doesn’t matter if you have a title on your
name, you should be proud of what you’ve done. As for Gwen, I won’t be letting
her get close anymore, and I am sorry for not noticing. I should be thankful
that you behave better when jealous than I do.”
That made Stiles snicker but bury deeper back into the Alpha’s chest.
“It’s ok, I like it. Just don’t kill Kevin, he’s not a bad guy and he’s been
through a lot. I’m sorry I lied, I hated doing it and I promise to be honest if
you’ll listen. Would you have stopped me from going had I told you about my
heat?”
Derek sighed, considering.
“I don’t know. Probably not but from now on I won’t stop you. Especially
because I know how effective these hotels are, they’ll work just fine if either
of us needs it.”
Stiles gasped, remembering Derek’s rut. Mates always synchronized but up until
then, they only shared the mate mark and a half bond so Derek’s ruts always
fell in between Stiles’ heats. A spike of excitement shot down the omega’s
spine at the idea of finally getting to help him properly.
Derek pushed his hips in hard, feeding off Stiles’ realization and grinding his
knot into the omega’s prostate. Stiles felt another wave of heat and moaned.
“W-Wait.” Stiles put a hand back on Derek’s hip, trying to stave off the heat.
“So, we are ok? And we’ll talk whenever we need to right?”
Derek kissed his head, squeezing the boy tighter to him.
“Yes, we are ok. Better now.” He said, letting his wolf mingle along Stiles’
through the bond.
“Great, now please fuck me.”
                                       …
The next two days were a blur. Derek had cooked food in the beginning, keeping
Stiles plugged and cozied up in the nest of blankets watching TV.
He’d fed him stir fry, steak, and hot chocolate. They spent the days revealing
in their bond. Stiles could only coherently remember the first day, how Derek
slowly took him apart in the shower, whispering filthiness in his ear as the
tiles squeaked from their movements.
And afterward where he would fuck him up against the wall, tying him to the bed
until Stiles begged to be let out.
But eventually, as Stiles’ mind began clogging with fog, Derek could only warm
up canned food, anything longer would leave Stiles a sobbing mess trying to
push the remote up his ass while whining for Derek.
Stiles didn’t know if the Alpha had managed to get any work done, or at the
very least call to check up on anything.
The fourth day, Stiles was slowly coming back to himself but he’d sill been
sickly dependent on Derek, riding the Alpha the second they woke up and Derek
was bleary eyed as he thrusted up into him.
The fifth day, Stiles was disgusted with himself.
“Stiles, it’s normal. You’re always like this when your heat is fading down.”
Derek murmured, his jaw moving on top of Stiles’ head who was in between his
legs, holding his knees with a pout on his lips.
“Never this bad,” he whined, pressing further back to grab Derek’s hands and
wrap them around his stomach.
He was needy, which yes, always happened around this time of his heat. But it
had never been this bad. Stiles had been mildly annoyed with himself when he
stood behind Derek, arms wrapped around the Alpha’s waist while he cooked an
entire meal.
He actually slapped himself after he octopod himself to Derek who was only
walking to do the dishes, his limbs like tentacles.
And finally, he’d lost all self-respect when he actually cried once he woke up
from a nap to see Derek was gone, because he was showering.
The Alpha had heard his hiccupped whimpers and stalked out, naked and dripping
with suds still in his hair. And sure, it had led to some more killer shower
sex and post cuddling, but it still didn’t make him feel better.
“Get used to it pup, we are mate-bonded now.” Stiles just rolled his eyes.
“You like it too much.” Derek merely rumbled in reply, smelling the ever
increasing heat wave that would be hitting Stiles soon.
It happened less and less but the omega still required quite a bit of sex to
stay healthy. Derek, of course, had no complaints.
                                       …
“I don’t wanna leave.” Stiles mumbled, feet dragging on the floor as he dragged
his suit case behind him, his hand tightly wound in Derek’s.
He was still seriously touch hungry but it had gotten to a less humiliating
point. Derek only smiled at him, kissing his cheek and pulling him along.
Derek felt slight regret that he couldn’t have given Stiles a proper nest for
his first time but it was out of their control.
“It’s ok baby, one day we’ll come back.” That seemed to help as Stiles let
himself be taken back out. The world started turning again as the air hit his
face and he wasn’t all that relieved about it.
Heats were always hard, but he loved them. And now, he carried a deeper mate
scent on him. He’d always smelled like Derek’s family, but now he smelled like
his mate.
The scent was wafting from the both of them in a new way and Stiles was sad to
let go of the room where it had happened.
He at least got to reveal in the looks they both got on the way back to the
convention center as strangers took note of their true relationship.
They had to report to a conference room where all twenty members of the
committee were gathered. Stiles immediately wanted to shrink from their eyes,
feeling vulnerable under their gazes.
Derek stood slightly in front of him, pressing his side into him for comfort.
 “Thank you for your understanding of the situation.” Derek said, voice
commanding. Richard nodded, lips pursed.
“Yes, well, we all know Mother Nature has no consideration. We handed out your
protocols to the Alphas and told them to report back to their territories. You
will be required to present yourself at several locations to go over in detail
what each pack will need. We have chosen larger pack territories and those in
surrounding areas will meet you there.”
“I appreciate it and will send back my reports after every gathering.” Derek
replied, grabbing the sheet of paper on the table that had the schedule, pack
names, times, and addresses inked down the page.
“Ah yes, and Mr. Stilinski.” Richard addressed him, eyes still hard. Stiles
nodded and waited. “The omegas were quite taken with you. Suffice to say, we
will be watching your progress with interest.”
Stiles couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you sir, I’m excited to be of help.”
And with that, they were off. Stiles was grinning all the way to the airport
and Derek kept petting his head, thigh, or back, pride swelling through the
bond and their wolves.
The first gathering is in upstate New York, drawing all leading packs from the
New England area and the committee had already bought them tickets for the
afternoon.
Stiles sulked over his laptop, explaining his heat to his teachers and getting
started on the assignments he was behind on.
If he did this while sitting in between Derek’s legs on the floor of the
airport, well, that was his business.
                                       …
Stiles had never actually been to New York, and he’d imagined that the first
time he went it would be to the city. He’d sit on Derek’s shoulders on top of
the red stairs in Times Square and gobble down over priced candy from the side
shops.
Upstate New York was a whole other world. And it was perfect for werewolves.
The land was covered in thick lush trees, providing perfect cover for those
underneath. The bodies of water glittered with the reflection of the sun and
Stiles was in awe.
He’d even made Derek switch places with him so he could sit in the middle.
Blasphemous, he knew, but it allowed him to stare out the window while also
being semi on top of his mate.
They landed in Albany, rented a car, and began driving. They were driving out
to the Xue Pack’s territory, where packs from all over where making their way
over to.
They’d known for days so they were most likely already there and Stiles felt
nervousness overtaking him. It wasn’t helping that he’d barley got out of his
heat and would usually sleep the entire day after. He just hoped they got a
warm welcome.
Stiles plugged in his phone and put on some Journey, hoping to relax. Only when
Derek began rubbing his thigh from the driver’s seat, obviously feeling his
mate’s emotions, was Stiles able to doze for a while.
                                       …
A warm welcome was a sad understatement for what happened when they got there.
The area was covered in sturdy log cabins, trees brushing over the wood like
protective guardians.
The place was large enough to be considered a settlement and as Derek drove
along the dirt road, they came upon a horde of wolves, both in human and animal
form, waiting for them.
They must have heard them and as they got out of the car, all of them howled,
the sound vibrating through the forest surrounding them. 
It was a welcoming sound, one saved for respected visitors, even family, and
Stiles felt his wolf shimmer under the attention.
The Alpha pair stepped forward and Stiles was happy to see one of the pregnant
omegas he befriended standing next to a tall, lithe, Alpha.  
Derek and Stiles walked to meet them and shook hands, the Alpha’s respectfully
stoic while Stiles shared an excited smile with the Alpha mate.
Zhang Wei Xue and his omega, Huan Yi, were bright and very pleased to have them
there. Few words were exchanged at first, only enough for the two to show them
to their person cabin, letting them know that dinner was within the hour.
“I could get used to this,” Stiles sang, flying back onto the mattress and
laughing loudly as it absorbed his weight like a marshmallow.
The cabin was like a two bedroom house, fireplace piled with wood that Stiles
would light when they got back. Because that was his shit.
Derek growled form the side of the room, going to crawl over his mate, nose
sniffing up his body contentedly.
Stiles rubbed his hands over the male, letting him press soft kisses to his
mouth before sucking two deep marks into his neck.  
“Better,” The Alpha rumbled, eyeing the bruises with satisfaction and Stiles
just rolled his eyes. Mated or not, Derek was still one of the most possessive
people Stiles knew. He loved it.
“So, why don’t we shower real quick? Shower. Just shower,” Stiles laughed as
Derek rubbed his stubble over his cheek. “Because if we stay here I am falling
asleep and we’ve got plans Der! So get up!”
Derek made a dramatic show of going limp over the omega’s body, groaning like a
dying man and Stiles tried sounding mad while snuffing out the playful giggles
that wanted to bubble up.
“Derek! Get the hell off of me! You are squishing me, I’ll die!” Stiles tried
wiggling his limbs but Derek swiftly pinned him in place, that dangerous glint
back in his eye.
Stiles wasn’t able to speak, not when Derek was using his training to make him
feel like helpless prey. What he could do was keen like a wanton omega, and
watch as Derek snapped.
It was safe to say that they didn’t shower.
                                       …
Derek wore a black button down and Stiles chose a red sweater. It was spring
but this far North it was still chilly.
A wolf was waiting outside to escort them to a much larger building and once
they walked inside Stiles gaped.
It was one giant room, the second floor more of a loft that looked over the
lower floor. Tables and chairs were everywhere, decorated with warm candles in
the center.
Lanterns that hung from the walls were the only source of light otherwise, and
it casted a cozy glow over the room.
The cabin was overflowing with people, all chatting happily. They didn’t go
silent when Derek and Stiles walked in but all eyes swung to them at once.
They were led to a table at the center, people baring their necks respectfully
as they passed. At the table sat Zhang Wei and Huan Yi, dressed in traditional
Chinese silk garments.
They smiled warmly as they sat down and Huan Yi immediately spoke up.
“I am so glad you’ve come. And with a fully formed mate bond!” He gushed,
rubbing his swollen belly nostalgically.
“When were you two bonded?” Stiles asked. Huan Yi eyes glossed over and a
gentle smiled curled on his face.
“Zhang Wei came from China about two decades ago, no pack, wanting to establish
himself here. My mother was the Alpha of our pack and I was accompanying her to
a festival for the Blood Moon when I saw him. I remember he wore a black
cheongsam, like he is today, but it was decorated with bright orange threading.
He walked right up to me and scented my neck.”
Stiles’ eyes widened. Scenting was a very intimate action, taboo among
strangers. Huan Yi only laughed.
“Oh I was shocked too, but one smell and I knew he was mine. I was an only
child and when my mother died, shortly after my father, she made him Alpha of
our pack.”
“It was an honor,” Zhang Wei said, voice deep with a thick Chinese accent. He
turned to kiss Huna Yi’s head and the omega looked like he would combust he was
smiling so hard.
Derek had pulled Stiles’ chair right up next to his but he still blushed as
Derek put a warm palm on his thigh, squeezing lightly. Zhang Wei looked back up
to them.
“And you? How did you meet? You are young.” Stiles nodded but Derek began
speaking.
“Our mothers were close friends, and when Stiles’ mom fell pregnant, I was able
to scent him through her. I always knew but we waited until Stiles was five to
officially meet.”
“Oh wow, how did you handle that at such a young age?’ Huan Yi looked awed.
“I guess I didn’t. I only knew mates in the way that my parents were. But I
remember how he smelled and how I couldn’t walk away from him. I learned about
mates and Alphas only after we spent time together. But there’s never been any
doubt in my mind.”
Stiles beamed up at Derek, gliding his hand over the Alpha’s and Derek let out
a soft purr, gazing down at his mate.
They served the food soon after, a mix of traditional Chinese dishes and
western food. Stiles had never eaten so excitedly in his life, the jet lag
kicking in and his heat remnants tickling his stomach.
“Tomorrow, Alpha Hale,” Zhang Wei said, swallowing, “we must meet to go over
your instructions, and then we will do whatever you wish.”
Derek nodded, eyes lost in thought.
“Have those you wish to be agents meet at a training area. I want to assess
their skills and see what we will have to work with. I must also meet with the
other Alphas to see whom they’ve brought. I will do so after dinner.”
Alphas from other packs were at their own tables, glancing up at them ever so
often but it seemed no one was in a rush to get to work.
“And Stiles, I want us to gather with the omega-mates to discuss your part in
the business. We wish to be of help as well.” Huan Yi nodded, sipping noodles
into his mouth.
Stiles lit up, eyes dancing with the possibilities.
“Yes! I would love to!” The omega almost felt silly for having worried. It was
apparent that they were very welcome here, and both he and his mate had work to
do.
Work that would benefit the entirety of the country’s packs. He couldn’t wait
to get started.
Chapter End Notes
     I am really digging the cabin in the wood feels paired with some
     Chinese culture. I want to dabble in that more and I hope you all
     liked it!
     I will tell you, I had planned for something WAY different. I
     literally changed it as I wrote and I am so happy I did. You guys
     would have cut my head off. But I think we'll bathe in some fluff for
     a little while longer :)
     Love ya guys, eat some noms. I'll see you later <3
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Notes
     Love, hugs, and food. Happy Friday everyone, have a fabulous weekend
     and I hope this chapter is a good start to it!
     Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 24
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After dinner, Stiles and Derek were greeted by ten other pack Alphas and those
they had brought along with them.
 The mates who remembered Stiles and were quick to gush about their own
excitement. Stiles was high on happiness as every single person seemed to
recognize his being Derek’s mate and respected it.
They never lingered too close, never smelled either of them. Stiles was so
unaccustomed to that behavior. Even in Beacon Hills, most people were overly
familiar because they were pack and had known the two since infancy.
Here, they were treated as the Alpha pair of the Hale Pack. Talia was back
home, holding down the fort but even she had been deferring power to Derek bit
by bit.
It felt euphoric, how Stiles had always wanted to feel. The age gap, while it
would always be a thing, no longer felt like a problem. It was eye-opening.
They eventually made their way back to the cabin, walking hand in hand while
slowly listening to the sounds echoing through the forest.
It wasn’t unlike Beacon Hills, except this forest was more like those you see
in movies. The tree trunks were thick, the leaves making the sky almost
invisible.
Stiles loved his home but he wasn’t remotely minding being away, especially if
it meant he could be here.
Derek hunkered down and lifted Stiles so that he was dangling over his
shoulder. Stiles yelped, slapping his hand over Derek’s ass which the Alpha
quickly returned.
Stiles could only laugh as he was dragged into the house and thrown onto the
bed. He watched as Derek lit the fireplace, poking at the wood until he got a
nice spark coming from them.
Stiles took the opportunity to strip out of his clothes, pulling himself under
the covers with a satisfied sigh. Derek followed soon after, naked skin
pressing into his.
Stiles cuddled into the Alpha’s chest, eyes closing and ears filling with the
sound of crackling flames. Derek’s hand soothed through his hair and he drifted
off eventually, safe in the knowledge that he was with his mate as he went
under.
                                       …
Derek was sure to wake them both up, the scent of crispy embers coming from the
fireplace and the sheets warm from their bodies.
Stiles was groggy as he went to the bathroom, the sound of the bathtub filling
up only serving to lull him to asleep as he settled down into the water.
Derek slipped in behind him, making sure to rock the water as little as
possible. He pulled the omega back so Stiles could rest against his chest.
He started slowly pressing shampoo and soap into Stiles’ hair and body, the boy
moaning in relaxation at the pampering.
By the time Derek was finished, Stiles was sufficiently awake and quickly
turned around, straddling the Alpha’s waist under the water so he could wash
his mate.
They didn’t talk the entire time, not even realizing it as their eyes roamed
over one another, their hands touching each other. It would look strange to
outsiders, but to them, in their own world, it made sense.
They dried each other off, dressing slowly. Derek pulled on Stiles’ pants,
teeth nipping at his thighs as the denim slid up.
They walked to the cabin that seemed to serve as a cafeteria, light dancing
through the leaves above them.
Stiles felt like he was on a honeymoon and he wondered why Derek and he never
took a trip before, just by themselves. They would need to do this more often.
They walked in and were greeted by a buffet of breakfast food, multicultural in
it’s set up. Derek and Stiles filled their plates and the Alpha quickly
cornered a table, so the two could eat alone.
No one stared at them with questioning eyes and Stiles felt another spark of
thrill as he realized what he was doing with Derek wasn’t seen as strange
anymore.
Stiles even sat in Derek’s lap.
                                       …
“Ok are you ready to get started?” Huan Yi asked, practically jumping with
excitement. After breakfast the two groups had split and the omega was bursting
with energy.
Stiles nodded, recognizing some the omegas that surrounded them but they went
over names anyway.
There was one beta standing in the back, hands clasped in front of her and her
eyes cast downward. When they finally got moving, Huan Yi leading the group
down a trail, Stiles fell back to walk next to her.
“It’s good to see a beta-mate here. What’s your name?” The girl tensed, sending
a sharp look his way before gazing away.
“Victoria, mate of Alpha Dante Davis.” Her voice was soft, almost like she was
worried others would hear.
“The Davis Pack? Why didn’t I see you at the conference in Washington? That’s
one of the largest on the East coast.” Stiles asked, genuinely curious, Dante
Davis was a bear of a man, one that had expressed keen interest on working with
Derek.
Victoria shifted uncomfortably. “You already said it, I’m a beta. I wasn’t
invited and I’m sure they wouldn’t have wanted me there.” Stiles hummed,
connecting the dots.
Head Alphas almost always mated with omegas, simply because the two were more
compatible when it came to leading a pack. It wasn’t exactly taboo, but it was
certainly stigmatized for a Head Alpha to choose a beta as their mate.
“I wasn’t invited either you know?” The girl might snap her neck if she kept
suddenly looking at him. “Assholes wouldn’t recognize me because of my age. In
fact, up until now, most people wouldn’t. I’d get stared at, people would
insult my Alpha simply because he was older.”
Victoria’s black pixie hair fell into her eyes as she frowned. “But you’re the
omega-mate of the Hale Pack.” She emphasized the last part but Stiles just
shrugged.
“And you’re the beta-mate of the Davis Pack. Doesn’t mean people won’t treat
you like shit because you don’t fit into whatever box they want you to. But I
ended up going to the conference anyway, and by the end of it, I think I won
some respect.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her shoulder lifting a bit,
her head raised.
“Thank you, Omega Hale.”
“Call me Stiles,” he smiled back at her, even though he loved the name, “I’m
excited to have you here Victoria.”
                                       …
Stiles was having a very surreal moment. He stood at the front of a room, seats
filled with the Alpha-mates who were all staring at him.
Huan Yi, while a wonderful person, hadn’t exactly planned things out. Which was
understandable considering Stiles had been in heat through most of the
conference so they hadn’t gotten an opportunity to discuss ideas.
So Stiles was given a white board, a marker, and everyone’s undivided
attention. Add on a good luck wink from Huan Yi and Stiles was officially out
of his element. It didn’t help that he was by far the youngest person in the
room.
“Soooo…first things first. I don’t actually know what the hell I am doing. I am
post-heat, jet lagged, and all of you are staring at me like I have the answers
to life’s biggest questions.”
A round of laughs circulated the room, everyone relating, and the tension
broke. Stiles instantly felt better.
“Right, so what I normally do to help my Alpha is I look over cases, give him a
different perspective. Omegas are particularly sensitive to shifts within a
pack, so they can read into those things if it is reported on a case. And betas
are best at being extremely objective, therefore they can see through lies
easily.” Stiles sent a smile to Victoria who had perked up at his remark.
“Alphas are best at dealing with the broad details of a situation, connecting
dots that others wouldn’t. We, however, are the ones revealing the dots. Alpha
Hale has a team of investigators which also help in this process. You all
however, as Alpha-mates, are often the first to see a case and can point the
investigators in the right direction.”
Huan Yi raised a hand. “But we aren’t trained. How do we go about seeing things
nobody else does when we don’t know what to look for?” Stiles grinned.
“Ok, example,” he said, turning toward the board. “Say you have a pack member
that has been withdrawn lately, they are isolating themselves and not
socializing with the pack as they used to. What would you think was going on?”
Several hands shoot up after a beat of silence, their eyes trained on the board
that now had bullet points drawn on it.
“Depression?”
“Social anxiety?”
“If they are young then maybe pubescent mood changes?”
“Family problems?”
“Low self-esteem?”
Stiles wrote them all down and smiled. “Perfect. Say this person stopped
attending pack meetings, didn’t go out on the full moon, and ignored both you
and your Alpha.”
The omegas all frowned, built to think badly of those who were rejecting the
pack.
“Ok, stay with me. Because of this, the pack isn’t really paying them much
attention. And then suddenly, the person starts being aggressive, maybe they
even get into a fight with another pack member. Maybe they yell at your Alpha
who is trying to lecture them. Thoughts?”
“They would have to be fraternizing with the hunters.”
“Definitely a hunter sympathizer.”
“Another pack member must have done something to them and maybe they are
feeling resentful?”
Stiles nodded along with them, expecting their answers. “Victoria, what do you
think?” The female had been thinking deeply and she seemed shy to answer.
“…They were influenced, but not by the pack. And, I don’t think they agree with
the hunters. You didn’t mention any hostility towards humans so I would expect
a hunter acting as a civilian. They befriended the wolf and could be putting
ideas into the person’s head?” Stiles beamed at her while the others looked
shocked and impressed.
“There was a case a year or so back. A teenager, sixteen, had shown all of the
above characteristics. The omega-mate noticed quite early, telling their Alpha
who took note but nothing else was really done. Teens will be teens sort of
thing. That’s all people thought. The girl eventually pulled back from the
pack, and got into fights at school for it. The omegas in the room all knew
what could have made someone do this. Omegas are sensitive to that. But once I
started mentioning their anti-pack actions, you all immediately thought against
them, which only makes sense. However, Victoria, a beta, was able to be
objective, she looked past all of that and saw something else. A human had
indeed transferred into her school, a female who quickly initiated romantic
intentions. The place where they lived was small, mostly human, and not quite
accepting of same sex couples. The human tapped into all of the things you just
mentioned, especially her sexuality, using the method Victoria stated, to build
resentment inside of her. The girl ended up killing the Alpha-pairs youngest
child, with an arrow. That’s when we received the case.”
A collective gasp filtered among them, horrified looks drawn on their faces.
“We were able to stop the girl and locate the hunters the human had been
working with. I was the one to tell the investigators what could have made the
female act out. I even called the girl’s mother so I, as an omega, could
empathize directly, and understand everything the girl was doing up until that
point. What everyone else thought was teenage rebellion was actually the key. A
particularly brilliant beta, Erica Reyes, and I worked together to solve it.
The trick is not training, not for us really. You’ll get better with time and
experience. Your job is to be the Alpha-mate, use your gifts as omegas or betas
as well as the ones you have as an individual, and help your pack do and see
what they cannot.”
Stiles felt himself flush after he ended his speech. He could ramble, everyone
knew that. But it felt addicting to speak with so much purpose.
And as lights went off in the eyes of the Alpha-mates, especially in
Victoria’s, he felt a burning sense of accomplishment that he’d never felt
before.
It was…amazing.
                                       …
Stiles had continued asking choice questions, quickly noticing certain
qualities about each person that set them apart.
He had made sure to tell them, and point out how it could benefit looking over
a case. There was even a few, Victoria included, who he said would be talented
at field work alongside the investigators.
The beta had flourished, her shyness quickly disappearing as her brain started
working. If any of the others had a problem with her gender, they didn’t say
it, and they all recognized her value.
Stiles was quick to catch the grateful smile she sent him as they left. Huan Yi
was gushing again, all about how well everyone did, and how good this was going
to be.
He was leading them down an unfamiliar path, one that winded around the trees
with no real sense of direction.
Unless you knew the area by heart, you’d get lost immediately. A little while
later and Stiles spotted where they were headed. It was comical the way every
single one of them suddenly stopped moving.
Ahead of them was a training area, attached to a large cabin that no doubt had
a gym of some sort. But outside, sweaty and breathing heavily, were their
Alphas.
Stiles, capable of going from cloud nine to cloud ‘fuck me now’ in seconds, was
gaping, Because Derek was fighting.
And yes, he’d seen his Alpha work out plenty of times. He’d watched on as the
male had punched a bag to oblivion, and had done more pull ups that Stiles
could count while turned on. He’d even seen him wrestle with Boyd or another
agent.
But right now, he was fighting…everyone. The Alpha seemed to be constantly
turning, feet too fast to even watch, arms snacking out to punch, block, or
grab and throw.
All around him were the trainees, of all genders, desperately flinging
themselves into action to try and bring Derek down.
They were definitely trained in a series of martial arts but Derek had learned
a variation of them all years ago. And it was very clear how skilled he was.
Stiles almost melted into the ground at the sight of his mate shirtless,
dripping with sweat, and muscles rippling with the potency of his movements.
But it was his eyes that caught him off guard, which made an embarrassing
amount of slick to leak form him.
It was the same look he had in the hotel when he was putting on the suit. The
one that revealed his true capability to maim and kill.
Derek fought them off like a demon, eyes so focused that they saw nothing but
the next attack, and thought only of the next way to one-up his opponent.
At the end of the day, Stiles was a teenager, a newly mated, horny as fuck,
adolescent. So, as mortifying as it was, he would eventually forgive himself
for the deprived, high pitched whimper that slipped from his lips.
Every single person on the training ground looked at him. And dear god did
Stiles want to turn to ash almost as badly as he wanted to lay on the ground,
legs spread for Derek to claim.
His mate’s roar, glowing red eyes, and half shift, really didn’t help with the
latter. But Stiles, while a sex addicted teenager, was also smart.
So of course, what would get him away from the gazes of everyone around, get
Derek to come to him, while also ending in a delicious fucking?
Running. As usual.
So he turned, and did just that. As the trees starting blurring past him, and
after Derek’s earth shattering growl, Stiles could no longer hold back the urge
to shift.
He was able to slip from his clothes with little trouble and let his wolf take
over, leaping into the air as the change washed through his body.
He lifted his head and howled, fur twitching in excitement at Derek’s
responding growl. Stiles was fast, one of the fasted in his pack, but Derek was
big.
Even after they’d aged, Derek only got bigger, so they remained ridiculously
different in sizes. It wasn’t long after until he felt huge paws landing very
close to his hind legs.
Stiles let out one last bust of energy, tongue panting out of his muzzle, but
it was useless. Derek leapt for him, tackling him to the ground and caging the
smaller wolf under him.
Stiles didn’t hesitate turning over, flashing his belly as his head pushed up
so he could lap at Derek’s snout, his voice letting out breathy little whines.
Derek huffed and pressed his jaws around Stiles’ throat, squeezing
affectionately. He stepped back, nudging Stiles back onto his paws, and started
rolling his broad tongue over Stiles’ hole, the fur already dripping with
slick.
Stiles felt it slip past his rim and when he growled, Stiles started shifting,
feeling the tongue inside of him change. It didn’t go as deep but it had more
muscle behind it and the omega pushed back hard.
Derek’s human hands, still sprouting claws, came down on Stiles’ ass. He licked
one last time and rose back up.
Stiles was panting but it quickly turned into a scream as Derek sank inside. He
immediately started pounding, the sounds wrapping around the trees.
Stiles’ curled his hands into the dirt, moaning as his body was literally
fucked into the ground while his knees and nipples scratched against stray
twigs.
“Alpha-a,” Stiles whimpered. Derek pulled out roughly but before Stiles could
be shocked, he was being turned over and lifted up.
His back was slammed up against a trunk, the bark rubbing harshly against his
skin. Stiles let out a choked sob when Derek pulled him down over his cock, the
stretch unexpected.
“You were staring at me weren’t you little omega? Leaking all over yourself in
front of everyone as you watched me? They all knew. All of them could smell
what’s mine.”
Derek bit down hard on Stiles’ neck, fangs sinking in and mouth sucking hard.
“I-I’m sor-ry. I c-couldn’t help it!” Derek pulled back, blooding dripping from
his mouth.
“I know you couldn’t, and that’s why you ran wasn’t it pup? But you liked it.
You liked being chased down like a bitch wanting to be bred.”
Stiles could feet Derek’s knot pulling harshly at his rim as he bounced on the
Alpha’s cock.
“Please, l-let me come.” Stiles whispered, body sore from the position.
“On my knot,” was Derek’s reply. Thank god it wouldn’t take long, it was
already too swollen to pull out completely.
Once it was fully seated inside, Derek circled his hips and started coming. The
hot gush of liquid was what pushed Stiles over the edge, coming in between the
two of their chests. 
They both breathed out the adrenaline that had been pumping through them and
slowly, they both started laughing.
“Think they heard us?” Stiles asked, his breath fanning over Derek’s pecs. The
Alpha chuckled deeply.
“I wanted them too” That made the omega blush.
But he finally understood why people liked outdoor sex.
                                       …
The walk back was…interesting, to say the least. They were able to track their
clothes down and the training facility seemed to be blissfully empty.
Derek mostly remembered the route back, having to sniff out scents on the
ground the rest of the way. As they started passing cabins, the sun setting
behind them, it was clear that those who’d been left behind had been busy.
The entire place was lit up with Chinese lanterns, inscribed with black
lettering. They cast a glow over ornate decorations that were sewn into silken
fabric.
Little booths had been set up, steaming food being served from them. Children
ran around, small cubs bumping into legs and chasing each other’s tails.
In the middle of the settlement was a large circular pond. Lotus flowers with
candles in the middle floated on the still surface of the water.
Zhang Wei, whose arms were wrapped around his mate, nodded to them. Derek
guided Stiles over to one of the booths, smiling at the way his eyes were wide
and distracted.
They stacked their plates with meat filled dumplings, pork buns, and noodles.
They had even gotten a candied fruit dessert called tanghulu.
There were tables set around the area and the two sat down near the center so
Stiles could gaze at the floating flowers that reflected in the glossy pool
beneath them.
As the sun finally fell behind the horizon, the lanterns started really
glowing, shining with whatever color the paper covering it was.
Suddenly, loud drums started beating from all around the circle courtyard. It
started in slow, methodical thumps that bounced off the cabins.
Everyone fell into an anticipating silence. The drums began coming in faster
hits and slowly, the clang of tambourines joined the music.
Strong vibrations from a gong finally started going and from the corner of his
eye, Stiles spotted a blur of color.
In time with the gong, dancers carrying a huge Chinese dragon started walking
out, their steps synchronized with the drums.
The dragon itself was huge and vibrant. It was red, with every other color
decorating its scales and pointed spines.
Its mouth fell open and closed with the tempo, the dancers weaving their way
through and around the tables.
The sticks used to hold the fabric up were twisting and diving, manipulating
the dragon’s body so it looked like it was flying around the yard.
The children, both human and wolves, were yelping, running through the dancers.
Those holding the dragon up didn’t seem to mind, they must have been used to
it.
The idea that they did this often blew Stiles’ mind. He leaned back on Derek’s
chest from his place on his lap and the two enjoyed the battering music,
somehow creating a fluid melody that made the dragon fierce yet beautiful.
The dance went on, all eyes mystified with the movements. So when the sound of
an explosion rippled through the air, Stiles almost thought it was a part of
the display.
However, there was no mistaking the blood curdling screams that came afterward.
Chapter End Notes
     I know you may want to kill me, but you can't! 99.9% of this was some
     fluffy shit that I ADORED writing. So don't hate me for the ending!
     We all know how awful I am!
     I love you all! Let me know all the thoughts because this was a big
     progression in Stiles' character, I loved it.
     <3
***** Chapter 25 *****
Chapter Notes
     I bet y'all have been very impatient!! But this barely late! So stay
     calm! I freaking love this chapter, I don't even know guys.
     I have fabulous ideas people, and they all came alive here!! Well,
     some did; more come later but I'm all excited.
     So enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 25
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Stiles was being thrown under Derek in seconds, his body hitting the ground
hard as the Alpha’s chest pressed him down.
Another explosion rippled through the air, the shock wave hitting them just as
shrapnel flew overhead. Stiles could hear Derek’s calm breath ghost over his
ear, so different from Stiles’ fast panting.
It didn’t take long for smoke to cloud everything in sight and Stiles started
panicking that he couldn’t see.
“I’ve got you.” Derek said into his ear, agitated as well but composed. Stiles
was hauled up, Derek picking cradling his body and suddenly they were running.
Stiles bounced in his mate’s arms, his hands wound around his neck.
“Hold your breath.” Derek muttered into his ear, tucking Stiles’ head closer.
The omega shut his mouth and closed his eyes against the smoke.
They were charging through a building, the wood slapping against Derek’s boots.
Screams of panic echoed off the walls and Derek had Stiles crowded up against
one of the corner walls.
Derek was screaming to other agents, something about securing the building.
Stiles opened his eyes and looked around the room.
People we coughing, wiping tears from their eyes. Everyone was holding onto one
another and more were pouring in.
“What’s happening Der?” Stiles whispered, hands shaking. Derek looked down at
him, eyebrows drawn down.
“I’m going to figure that out baby. Promise me that you’ll stay here.” Derek
stroked his cheek lightly and Stiles nodded hesitantly.
The Alpha leaned down to press his lips hard into Stiles’, pulling back to
touch foreheads before he started making his way to the door.
Stiles watched as his mate called out commands, a female handing him a bullet
proof vest and some type of vicious looking rifle.
Derek sent Stiles one last look before the door shut between them. Without his
Alpha there, Stiles’ mind smacked back into gear.
If he stood there any longer worrying about Derek, he’d end up having a panic
attack and that would only make things worse.
So he started walking, checking up on anyone he passed. His eyes caught onto
Victoria who had her arms crossed, her eyes glowing faintly with stress.
“You ok?” He asked, watching her shoulders jump at his approach.
“Dante’s out there. He’ll be ok, I know that. He’s strong and smart a-and…”
Stiles pulled her into a hug, letting his own body shake.
They held onto each other, leaning on the others fear and letting it bring them
some comfort. She pulled back, hands grasping Stiles’ forearms with a worried
expression.
“Where is Huan Yi? I haven’t seen him.” Stiles turned to scan the room, not
finding the omega anywhere.
“I have to find him.” Zhang Wei had been with him. That either meant the Alpha
pair were in danger, or they had gotten separated. With all the commotion, he
doubted they would be found by the agents.
And Huan Yi was pregnant; if whoever attacked them found the omega, Stiles
didn’t want to think of what they would do.
That and he was this pack’s omega-mate, if anything happened to him, Zhang Wei
would go AWOL Without either, the pack would destabilize and it would be the
perfect time for the hunters to demolish everything.
“I’ll go with you.” Victoria grabbed his arm, looking determined. No one
noticed as they slipped out into the smoke.
The air was soaked in the billowing musk of the fire. The two covered their
mouths as they started making their way out.
They stayed close to the walls of the buildings, in case whoever was out there
was close. It wasn’t long before the sound of flying bullets ripped through the
air.
Stiles and Victoria froze, grateful for the heavy smoke because without it,
they would be seen and probably killed.
Slowly, fear coiled in their guts, they began to move forward, sliding along
the walls in crouched stances.
“NO! Please no, I’m pregnant!” Stiles shot Victoria a look and they started
running toward the voice. The smoke parted as they ran through it.
Huna Yi, golden eyes with claws out was being dragged off by two people. Two
werewolves, to be exact, one male one female. Stiles’ jaw dropped.
He was sure it was the hunters, but the scent coming off the two was
unmistakable. Victoria was having the same reaction but they didn’t have much
time.
The two swung into action, half-shifting and sinking their claws deep into the
necks of the other weres. The attack was a good one, the wounds were large
gashes that would bleed for a good amount before healing.
But, of course, these were Alphas. So they turned around, dropping Huan Yi
hard, and faced the other two.
Stiles and Victoria winced at the roars they let out but stood their ground.
And then they came for them. Stiles wasn’t one for extreme physical exercise
but Derek had taught him a good numbers of evasive tactics.   
He dodged the claws coming at him, rounding on him and stepping in between the
were and Huan Yi. He was so focused on the Alpha’s next move that he didn’t
notice the other wolf coming behind him.
His arms were pulled back, his shoulder blades screaming in pain as he tried
kicking out. He looked over to see Victoria unconscious on the ground, the
Alpha must have made short work of her.
He was being pulled back, watching as the other wolf pulled Victoria and Huan
Yi by the hair. He didn’t have a lot of time to struggle before he was being
thrown into a van, the metal floor colliding with his bones.
Stiles was screaming, along with Huan Yi, hoping someone heard among the
commotion.
“DEREK!!” The van doors were slammed on his face and Stiles started banging on
them, only to hiss and fall back. The doors were wolfsbane infused metal that
stung to the touch. They were rusted, easy to break, but the burn made it
almost impossible to get close to.
He turned to the other two, making sure both were away from the walls. When the
van started up, it became difficult not to slam into the sides as the wheels
went over the jagged rocks of the forest floor.
Huan Yi let out a panicked yelp, hands flying to his belly which had tightened
and was moving. He tilted his head back, falling to the floor with a loud
scream.
Huan Yi gave Stiles a panicked look and Stiles really looked at him. The
omega’s silk pants were soaked through. His water must have broken just as the
explosions went off.
Stiles cursed.  Victoria was still passed out in the corner; Stiles would have
to deal with this alone.
“Ok, ok. Calm down, I’m here.” Stiles said, kneeling down next to the other
omega. Huan Yi teared up, pained whimpers heaving out of him.
“H-He's a month early. It’s not time yet.” He arched back, eyes pulled tightly
as another contraction rolled through him.
“Plenty of babies are born premature, it’s ok. We can do this. We don’t have
any other choice. Do you trust me?” Stiles asked, grabbing the omega’s pants,
looking him in the eyes.
They both knew Stiles was being optimistic. Male omegas tended to have
complicated pregnancies, only evolving the ability to conceive after females,
so their bodies weren’t as accommodating.
But with a stern nod, Huan Yi gave Stiles his permission. Stiles pulled the
pants off, underwear with it. Huan Yi’s opening was an angry red, looser than
normal which was relieving. Early or not, the omega’s body was preparing to
give birth.
The intestines would seal themselves off, the cervix dilating so the side
opening to the womb could expand.
Stiles pushed his fingers in, feeling around for the cervix and finding it to
be wide open, four of his fingers easily slipping through.
This was bad. Labor normally took hours, especially for male omegas. The stress
of the situation, including the fact that Huan Yi had been thrown, belly first,
onto the ground, was making his body speed up the process.
“Ok, everything looks good. I think it’s time you push.” Stiles was out of his
mind. He wasn’t a doctor, all of his knowledge on the subject came from omega
classes.
It certainly wasn’t enough to be dealing with this situation. Huan Yi’s face
was red, his eyes glassy and skin hot.
His body gave a sharp jerk, his stomach clenching hard as he pushed. The omega
screamed, his womb pushing down.
Stiles spewed encouragement, not even listening to himself as his entire focus
was on the way the omega’s rim was rippling with whatever was going on behind
it.   
He knew it had to do with pushing and how strong Huan Yi was. He mentioned
Zhang Wei and how proud he would be of him which caused the omega to keen
mournfully.
Stiles watched as hair started to appear, dark and wet. He felt a jump of
excitement
“Yes! Perfect Huan, keep it up. He's coming!” He helped his friend breathe
while rubbing his legs and stomach soothingly.
Their perception of time was off, and Stiles had no idea how long they stayed
there. Getting Huan Yi to push the head out was the hardest, the rim stretching
further than Stiles could even fathom.
But with every exhale of breath, all progress seemed loss. Huan Yi could only
push for so long but eventually, they got halfway.
“Come on! One more good push! She is right there Huan, her head is almost out.”
The omega was panting harshly, limbs fighting off exhaustion. But with one last
deep breath, he started pushing again.  
Slowly, the skin stretched around her little ears, and with a quick retraction,
her jaw slipped out. It was shocking, to see the head of a baby outside of a
person, but Stiles couldn’t stop smiling.
His expression must have given Huan Yi another burst of energy for the omega
began pushing with a renewed fever, his groans becoming more determined.
The body came out much easier, slipping into Stiles’ awaiting hands. He was
smaller than he should be, but the screaming cry he let out made Stiles' entire
body melt with relief.
His eyes were closed shut, his gender unknown. But her claws were out, his body
a tad hairier than normal as per usual with werewolf babies.
He immediately put his body, as covered in blood as it was, on Huan Yi’s chest
and the omega was not even remotely bothered.
He brought his little face up to his, crying heavily as his shaky hands
clutched him. Stiles reached down to unlace one shoe, then he tied it around
the umbilical cord.
With some patience and finesse, the cord eventually cut around the material.
The afterbirth came soon after and Stiles used his flannel to clean up.
When he was done he looked up to find Victoria, still hazy and lying on the
floor with her arm stretched out to gently touch the baby’s foot.
Her eyes were watering, a groggy smile on her face. Stiles hiccupped, a hand
clutching his own chest. The fact that they were still driving was alarming but
it gave him the time to take a good look back at the door.
He couldn’t kick it, not if he didn’t want the wolves upfront to stop. They
obviously didn’t care about the screaming or baby crying but he didn’t think
they’d be on board for their escape.
He leaned back and thought, hands shaking with stress. Then it came to him. He
grabbed his shirt with the afterbirth and smeared it onto the doors.
The blood on the placenta reacted with the wolfsbane and soon the metal was
sizzling. The reason why wolfsbane was fatal was because, when combined with
wolf blood, it became acidic.
Stiles had made sure to spread it onto the hinges, weakening the already rusted
doors. He turned to the others, seeing Victoria’s sweater wrapped protectively
around the baby.
They were both sitting up, Huan Yi’s pants returned to his body, no doubt
because of Victoria’s help. The two were watching him, and he only nodded.
He knew they understood what was going on when they started screaming and
wailing. They called for help and for their Alphas.
It gave Stiles just the right amount of noise to grab the burning metal and
push. The sound was covered and as it snapped, Stiles held it close, not
letting the wind snap it back.
The other two were close behind him, still yelling. Stiles let the door go,
watching as it flung back. He turned and all three wrapped their bodies around
the baby.
With a lurch, they threw themselves from the van, and then braced for impact.
                                       …
“DEREK!!”
Derek’s ears caught onto the faint sound of his mate and he roared. He was in
his wolf form, teeth bloodied and claws sunk deep into a body.
It had been hunters. They’d brought guns and cheap pipe bombs. Zhang Wei, after
securing his omega in a hidden cabin, had come running.
Derek had he had emptied their gun’s magazines and didn’t have time to reload
before more were on them. They’d shifted and quickly went after the rest.
Every Head Alpha in the territory was wolfed out, and had been ripping through
hunters. The agents he’d been working with that evening were busy getting into
their formations, attacking from all sides.
But when Derek heard his mate’s screams, he was off. Zhang Wei and Dante Davis
were close behind and Derek was able to pick up the faint sound of Huan Yi and
a female, their mates.
The sounds were soon gone, and so were the three Alpha-mates. Derek snuffed his
muzzle into the ground, inhaling deeply until he found that Stiles’ scent was
strong, and then suddenly it was gone completely. Stiles had been taken by a
vehicle; that was the only way his scent would be the way it was.
He lifted up his head and howled, followed by the other two Alphas. When no
sound came back to him, Derek’s whole body rumbled with rage.
The screams and sound of gunfire made tracking his mate almost impossible so he
started running in a random direction, needing to get far enough away to hear
the engine of the car.
The other two headed off in different directions, sprinting hard. Derek was
quickly losing control, having ran far out with no sight or sound of his mate.
He slammed his body into a tree, needing to release some anger before his human
side was completely shut out.
The bond in his chest had been on fire since the first explosion, his mate
obviously agitated but not knowing where he was, was driving him crazy.
Suddenly, a howl, one belonging to Dante, echoed through the forest. Derek
started sprinting in his direction, knowing it was a signal.
As he got closer, he began hearing what Dante must have, the rumbling of a car.
It was so faint that had his ears not been desperate for a sound, he wouldn’t
have heard it at all. It was far away, extremely so.
He eventually caught up to the other two, his legs pushing him to the front.
The car was going fast, having taken an off-road path that was flat enough for
tires. It was too familiar to have been known by hunters.
The fact that they were on it caused an uneasy rippled to run down his spine.
He needed to get his mate first and panic later.
And so he ran.
                                       …
Excruciating pain broke into his bones as the forest floor did nothing to break
their fall. Mercifully, and with claws dug into each other’s skin, they stayed
together.
The baby was as safe as he could be, buried between them and in Huan Yi’s arms.
After landing they rolled off each other, moans of pain coming from all of
them.
The baby was screaming, his little claws grasping Huan Yi’s shirt in
desperation. Stiles, despite how much pain he was in, was on his feet in
seconds.
He ignored the throbbing pain in his ribs and pulled Victoria to her feet. They
helped Huna Yi, who was getting hazier and hazier by the second.
The wolves would have heard the smash of the door and the impact of their
bodies. Stiles knew they didn’t stand a chance at getting away and he was
putting all of his faith in his mate.
Derek had heard him, he must have. The pulsing in the bond assured him of that
but he didn’t know if he’d find them in time.
The three Alpha-mates faced the other two wolves. They’d stopped the van,
getting out as if bored and strut up to them.
The male began moving forward but Stiles held his hand up. His ears weren’t
picking up anything. He swallowed thickly.
They were out of time. His plan B would have to do.
“If you leave them, I’ll go with you.” They snorted but Victoria stepped up.
“I’ll go too.” Huan Yi started protesting but Stiles was quick to interrupt.
“You know as well as we do that they are coming for us. If we fight you,
they’ll catch up. You won’t stand a chance. But if you let Huan Yi and the baby
go, Victoria and I will go willingly.”
If felt like acid in his mouth to say but Stiles couldn’t let anything happen
to Huan Yi or the baby. They came first.
The two looked at each other and nodded, growling at Stiles and Victoria who
immediately ran back to the van.
They were pushed inside and Stiles turned to look back at Huan Yi through the
broken door. The omega was standing, pants still wet and arms shaking as he
held the baby.
Tears streamed down his face and Stiles felt his own cheeks dampen, especially
as howls rippled into the air. Victoria whimpered behind him, hearing her mate
amongst the wolf calls. They were too far away and they were out of time.
The female Alpha got into the back with them, blocking their only exit. Stiles
and Victoria huddled in the back corner, clutching each other as the van sped
off.
                                       …
Derek lifted his head and howled, this time in grief and Dante joined him. Pain
racked his body. Zhang Wei was cradling his mate and newly born child who were
both crying.
He’d been too late. He had tried to run after the van, had tracked it down to
the main roads where it was lost in a sea of cars, probably too far for him to
even see.
Dante and he had returned to the other Alpha pair. Zhang Wei explained what had
happened, all while Derek trembled with panic.
He shifted into his human form and screamed. He fell to his knees and started
pounding into the ground with his fists. His shoulder blades were protesting
with the ferocity in which he was punching.
Broken shouts ripped from his chest until his voice was no longer capable of
making another sound. His eyes were rimmed red, his throat raw.
He looked up to the others. Dante had two dark hands covering his face, his
shoulders heaving. Zhang Wei had his arms wrapped protectively around the two
below him.
Tears gently rolled down his face, anguish drawn in his eyes.
“Your mate saved them. I will do everything to get both of them back, I swear
it.” Zhang Wei said, voice hoarse.
Derek put his forehead on the ground and screamed, no sound coming out except
vicious, wheezing croaks. His eyes went black as his world fell apart.  
Chapter End Notes
     So much shit went down here. Can I just say, I love that Stiles
     helped Huan Yi give birth??? And how depressed Derek was? Like, it
     was horrible and gut wrenching but he loves him so much so it's also
     sweet? In a terrible way?
     And what up with both hunters and wolves attacking them??? What is
     going on???? AHHHHHH
     Love y'all lots. Feel free to scream down below, express yo-selves.
     <3
***** Chapter 26 *****
Chapter Notes
     PEOPLE. Hello again! :D Good to see ya! I hope you are all excited
     for Friday tomorrow, I know I am! Anyway, I have another question for
     commentors down below so look for it!
     I also realize I am a queen of angst and it kills you. I apologize!
     But stay with me as always, because things will work themselves out
     even if it's messy!
     <3 Love you all, have a muffin!
     And, of course, enjoy. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 26
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Stiles could almost hear Derek’s agony as they drove away. He certainly felt
the cracking inside the bond. It felt like his chest was being crushed, his
breathing labored.
His mind was flicking through every memory he had of Derek, trying desperately
to keep him by his side, even if that wasn’t actually possible.
It was like his whole world was erased when they drove away. Stiles always felt
wrong when Derek and he were separated.
But somehow, being takenfrom him, so soon after their mating, was liked being
tortured. His bottom lip shook with the intensity of his emotions, tears
already tracking their way down his face.
Victoria grabbed his hand and squeezed. He looked at her, hiccuping and trying
to convey his remorse at their situation. She mouthed “calm down” at him and he
nodded.
But Stiles’ entire body was shaking with little tremors that made his muscles
hurt. His head pounded and his wolf was nowhere to be seen.
He felt hollow, his skin already starting to itch with the sudden distance
between him and his mate. Victoria wasn’t doing much better, clutching at her
stomach with a sick look on her face.
The female Alpha was crouched in front of them, holding the door shut so no one
saw inside. Her head was shaved, tribal tattoos scrawled across the surface.
Her olive colored skin was marked up with scars and more ink. She didn’t look
particularly angry or aggressive, not anything like Stiles would think someone
who’d just stolen two people would look.
She watched on, almost bored. Stiles felt himself drift off, head lolling
against the back wall which was thankfully free of wolfsbane. It was late and
considering they weren’t in immediate danger, now would be the best time to
sleep.  
Victoria and he settled back, leaning on each other and letting their eyes
droop. Stiles let the pain consume him and take him under.
                                       …
Derek’s vocal cords healed but the hole in his chest was slowly wrapping around
his entire body. Black energy might as well have been seeping from him, going
by the looks on everyone’s faces as they made their way back.
The pain had faded into an emptiness that swallowed every thought and feeling.
It froze his body completely. The only flicker of anything inside him came from
the bond, from his mate, who was gone.
The walk back was silent, dead. Countless settlements had been bombed, their
ashen remains still twitching with burning embers.
Everywhere people were crying, their bodies hunched over lost loved ones.
Bullets and their casings littered the ground, the smoke thick in the air.
Every emotion Derek couldn’t feel was rippling through every person, every
decimated cabin, and every rustle of the damaged trees. They reflected his own
hell, and he was dead with every breath he took.
He now understood why people never survived more than a few months after their
mates died. Why some would pass at the very same moment, healthy or not.
Because this feeling of agony was slowly eating away at everything he was. But
as his eyes fell on a corpse, buried under rubble with dead blood flowing from
the cold flesh, he felt the hollowness turn to anger.
That would notbe Stiles. He would never allow for his mate to be taken from him
for long, that isn’t who he was. 
He turned towards Dante, finding the man’s strong scent even through the musk.
He was staring at the scene just as he was, a walking hush without his mate.
Derek approached, staring at the burly man who looked like the wind could blow
through him.
“I’m going to call for my pack, you should do the same. If we want to find our
mates, we will need them.” Attention swirled in Dante’s eyes, and he nodded
gruffly. Derek continued.
“Call on everyone you think you’ll need. But keep in mind, hunters are still
looking for weak packs. You’ll need to make sure your territory is protected.
I’m going to speak to Zhang Wei to start getting a plan together. We’ll meet
over dinner.”
Dante growled an affirmative, and Derek left him to find the other Head Alpha.
His nose caught onto the overwhelming scent of a newly born pup and he followed
it.
It brought him to a guarded cabin, distinct from the others. It must be their
private den. Two werewolves, stationed on either side of the steps, nodded to
him and he entered.
The combined smell of the Alpha pair was almost overwhelming and it made his
wolf howl mournfully. Zhang Wei was sitting in a chair, cradling his first born
while his omega rested in the bed next to him.
He looked up, eyes boring into Derek. His wolf was on high alert, uncomfortable
for countless reasons but he trusted Derek. Either way, the Alpha stopped
several feet away from the other, giving him his space. 
The pup in his arms was cooing softly, comfortable in the arms of his father.
Derek made sure to keep his voice low when he spoke.
“Do you have any idea who the wolves that took them are?” Zhang Wei just shook
his head, lip curling in frustration.
“No. Huan Yi had never seen them before but there’s many smaller packs around
this area. They are under the protection of the larger packs and wouldn’t have
showed up for this gathering.”
“Are there any packs who you’d consider enemies?”
“No. We have cordial meetings with their Alphas and we’ve never had any
issues.”
“Then I doubt they acted alone. Whoever they were, they knew the hunters were
going to attack and they planned accordingly.” Derek sighed, that made things
worse, if possible.
“We will help you find them.”
“No, you need to focus on your own pack. Your mates just given birth and your
territory has suffered many losses. I will call for trusted packs to come help
you. Dante and I will find them, don’t worry.”
Zhang Wei grimaced. “It is not honorable to leave those who saved my mate and
child.”
“It would be less honorable if you let your pack fall further into ruin. Those
hunters know you have been weakened. Don’t doubt that they will come back. And
if they do, you’ll want to be prepared. You won’t be ready if you’re trying to
help us. I appreciate it, but you need to help us by getting your pack back to
full strength.”
The other Alpha sighed, his shoulders tensed with the amount of stress already
piled on top of him.
“You are right. But please Alpha Hale, should you need us, call. We will come.”
Derek nodded, eyes thankful as he left. His first phone call was, of course, to
his mother.
                                       …
Stiles was jerked away, a hand curled around his wrist. The Alpha female had
her other hand in Victoria’s hair, pulling both of them out of the van.
They fell out and hands were suddenly touching them. Their hands were tied
around their backs with wolfsbane soaked rope, the burn immediately apparent.
Stiles was hauled up soon after and his eyes landed on a group of haggard
looking individuals. There were only about ten people, other than the two who
had taken them, and they were all either Alphas or betas.
Their clothes weren’t torn but they were definitely dirty, hanging off their
bodies in a strained manner. Their faces were weary, heavy bags under their
eyes and they were all skinnier than they should be.
Soft growls were coming out of their mouths, agitated but not overly
threatening and Stiles had no idea what to make of it.
A shove from behind him forced him forward and they began leading the two
captives away. Stiles shot Victoria a look and she wasn’t doing well.
Her face was completely white, her back hunched over slightly like she was in
pain. She was looking at him with panic swimming in her eyes, her mouth twisted
in an uneasy line.
Eventually, they were led to a small bunch of weathered cabins. Unlike the Xue
Pack’s cabins, these were compacted, the wood worn down and metal supports
rusted over.
They were led into the largest of them, which was being lit up with a sad
looking fire. Someone was standing in front of the flames, arms crossed and
body shadowed.
Victoria and Stiles were kicked, forced to kneel as the person turned around to
face them. Stiles’ eyes blew wide, his mouth running dry and body screaming.
Only one thought came to mind.
“No.”
                                       …
The Hale Pack was known for many things, their size, territory, and sheer
influence being some of them. But their loyalty was one of the most impressive
things.
The second Derek had hung up with Talia, plane tickets were bought for every
single member of the pack. Hundreds of them combined, even their small sub
groups that lived elsewhere, would all pile into New York within the coming
day.
John and Claudia, as horrified and alarmed as they were, promised to stay
behind to watch over Beacon Hills. Claudia was in no shape to fight and John
was still the sheriff. And where one mate went, the other stayed with them.
Talia had been so happy to hear from him, only to freeze when Derek relayed
what had happened. In seconds, she had been out of bed, shouting commands to
everyone in the Hale House.
Derek and her agreed, whoever had attacked them had asked for war the second
they took Stiles. The next call had went out to Boyd, his right-hand in the
company.
Upon Derek’s orders, the man had put the investigators to work, gathering
intelligence on all known New York packs and any hunter activity around the
area.
Finally, he called packs he knew in surrounding states, asking for their
assistance for the Xue pack and letting them know to be on their guard.
Dante had been making calls of his own, speaking to all of his fighters and
making arrangements for them to come to New York.
Their territory wasn’t as protected as the Hales’ so only those trained for it
would come, but anything helped.
The hunters would notice their movements and they would be preparing for
attack. This meant that Derek would have to strategize accordingly.
Stiles had always helped him with that and he felt himself slipping back into a
darker state of mind. He imagined ripping the wolves apart, tasting their blood
as the life drained from them.
They deserved nothing less for taking his mate. He laid out his plan, his brain
switching from bloodthirsty, to despondent, to robotic in a matter of hours.
It was the only thing that was keeping him sane while he waited for his pack to
come. He didn’t know how long it would last.
                                       …
“Surprised to see me?” Kevin asked, voice light even as his face was grim.
Stiles couldn’t believe it, mind refusing to accept what it was seeing.  He
shook his head, not understanding.
“W…Why?” Stiles asked, body starting to shake. Kevin just sighed.
“This isn’t what I wanted Stiles. I’ve had my eye on you since I found you
beaten up when we were kids. I’d never imagine you’d have a mate, especially a
Head Alpha in training. I didn’t have long to think about it before your Alpha
killed my father and suddenly, my pack was in shambles. The plan was, Gwen goes
to Derek, and you go to me. But both of you refused to let that happen-“
“I don’t believe you, you never made a move on me, even when I was going into
heat and Derek wasn’t around.” Stiles didn’t sound so sure. Being tied up while
kneeling on the floor probably had something to do with that.
The boy in front of Stiles was also different. He still had the air of
awkwardness, the one that spoke of inexperience, but he had a confidence that
the Kevin he had known, never had.  
“I’m not a monster, I wasn’t going to attack you when you were helpless. And I
know that sounds a tad hypocritical considering what’s happened but I had no
choice. I don’t want to hurt you, and seeing as you are currently Derek’s
bonded mate, I have no interest in pursuing you. For now.”
“What does that even mean, I will always be Derek’s mate? And why take Victoria
then? Why not let her go? She isn’t involved in any of this.”
“It’s simple, I want Derek dead. And with Derek dead and your bond so new,
you’ll be more likely to latch onto another Alpha. My father never liked the
hunters, never wanted to work with them. His stubbornness ended up getting him
killed. I, however, agreed to work with them if it meant an end to the Hale
Pack. They just so happened to require another Alpha-mate. That was supposed to
be Zhang Wei’s omega, but Victoria will do just fine. I don’t know Dante
personally but he has a strong pack the hunters would like to see gone.”
Stiles’ wolf, who had been in the recesses of his mind, let out a straggled
whimper at the words. Derek couldn’t die, it would destroy Sties. It didn’t
matter what Kevin said, Stiles would die if Derek died.
Fresh bond or not, they’d been together for ten years. That wasn’t something
that could just be erased by death.
But Stiles couldn’t afford to panic, not when Derek was probably working
overtime to find him. So he let his mind grasp onto the information, and comb
through it to find anything useful.
How did Kevin know the area well enough to find them? How did he know Victoria
was Dante’s mate? He hadn’t even known that when they first met. And then it
came to him.
“The Anderson pack was originally from New York. This was your home.” Stiles
felt his teeth grind, eyes squeezing shut hard. “The hunters killed your
sister. They destroyed your neighboring packs, and you’re still willing to work
with them?”
“Always the smart one Stiles. Like I said, my father was stubborn. They wanted
his cooperation after my mom died and when he refused, they began picking off
the wolves around us, to make a statement. Then they came after my sister, and
my father relocated us. I was too young to remember much, but what I do know is
that if he had just listened, we’d still have a home and he and my sister would
still be alive.”
Stiles shook his head, watching as the holes in his story started appearing in
his mind.
“You’re not telling us something-“
“Of course not. I can’t give everything away but I want you to feel safe here.
Those people behind you are the remains of the New York packs killed by the
hunters. They are by all means my pack now, and we all agree that working with
the hunters is the best way to survive. Still, they won’t touch you. But your
friend seems to be a little banged up.”
Stiles’ head whipped to Victoria, who had been eerily silent. She was slumped
over, her shoulders almost touching the floor, her hands clutching her stomach.
Below her was a puddle of blood, seeping out from her jeans to stain the floor.
“Victoria!” Stiles yelled, trying to shuffle over to her. He looked at Kevin,
“She wasn’t hurt, something else is wrong.”
Kevin frowned, moving forward, kneeling down and inhaling deeply. He growled.
“She’s having a miscarriage.”
Chapter End Notes
     I'll jump right to the question so none of you kill me! There's been
     some talk of pregnant Stiles! Birth control you failure! But anyway,
     how many of you are feeling that idea? I already have a plan that I
     quite like so I don't promise to sway if you guys either like or
     don't like it! But as you all should know, I do love me some reader
     opinions. I'm still rolling ideas around and things always change so
     this is your chance to make some valid points!
     Anyway, I hope y'all liked this. It's not as much crazy action but
     it's a nice touch of angst and of course, the Kevin reveal. But what
     are his total intentions? We must wait and see!!
***** Chapter 27 *****
Chapter Notes
     Dwindling storage on my laptop, lack of a thumb drive, and some crazy
     juggling around of documents later, and we have the next update!
     Note to self: Get a goddamn flash drive otherwise I am not your
     friend anymore. I don't care if we share the same body!!
     ANYWAY, moving forward. Happy Monday. I know, that didn't feel good
     to type but for real! Hope you all have a great week and if not, get
     yourself some yummy food, take a nice bath, and/or hug an animal! :D
     AND, enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 27
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Kevin was quick to catch Victoria who was falling over, barley conscious.
“Bring them both to their quarters. Have a bath drawn. Untie both of them as
well.” The wolves jumped to obey and Stiles looked on helplessly as Victoria
was pulled away, not far behind her. 
They were taken to an extremely small cabin, complete with a low roof and two
beds. Except one of the beds was a nice looking twin, and the other was a cot.
They laid Victoria on the cot.
And yeah, it was about damn time Stiles freaked out.
“Fuck no. Put her on the bed, she is bleeding to death and you idiots are going
to put her on a cot?”
“The bed is for you, strict orders from our Alpha.” One of them said, monotone
as he placed Victoria on the sad rectangle of hard fabric. Stiles gawked at
them as they moved like robots to start filling a bath.
Once they left he jumped into action, shoving his arms under the girl, not
caring about the blood that got on his arms.
With a little struggle, he was able to lay her on the mattress. Her head rolled
over and she let out a wet sob, her eyes opening and tears spilling out.
“I-I didn’t even k-know.” She sat up, arms shaking form the loss of blood and
Stiles pulled her in for a hug. She cried into his neck, screaming.
They stayed like that for a while, Victoria mourning the loss of a baby she
never knew had been growing inside of her.
“Bathroom,” she whispered and Stiles helped her stumble over to the small
stall-like room in the corner. He gave her some privacy, going over to the bath
and checking that the temperature was warm enough.
The crying sounds from the bathroom made his stomach twist in knots. He
couldn’t even imagine losing a pup, especially before you even got to tell your
mate.
He sat on the cot, put his face in his hands, and let the horror of the
situation really wash over him. He became aware of the low level buzz running
along his skin.
Touch deprivation, most likely sped up due to the trauma of the separation. His
body was weak, his eye lids sore from exhaustion.
If he didn’t find a way to escape fast, he’d be in an even worse situation. He
remembered the pain, the terrible ache in his bones that demanded he be held.
Stiles’ wolf was pushing on the edges of the bond, like it would when he wanted
to interact with Derek’s wolf. Except this time, Derek nor his wolf were here,
so he got no real reply back.
He felt his hands shaking as they cradled his cheeks, his breathing starting to
come faster. He pulled his legs so they crisscrossed and buried his head in the
juncture between them.
“D-Derek,” he whispered, letting tears soak into his jeans. “Please hurry.” He
continued heaving, fighting off the panic attack that threatened to take over.
“Stiles?’ He looked up to see Victoria in the tub. She had her bra and
underwear on, the blood leaching out of them and mixing in the tub water. “Sit
with me?”
Stiles pulled a rickety chair from the corner of the room and propped it up
next to her. He was still shaking, his breath coming in uneven bursts.
He put his hand on top of hers that laid on the edge of the tub and she smiled
at him even if her eyes were dead.
She looked down into the red water and laughed, the sound catching in her
throat so it came out like a broken cough. A gush of hot tears dripped from her
red cheeks to hit the liquid below.
“I just flushed my baby down the toilet…I’ve been feeling sick for a little but
I didn’t even think about it. And Dante…oh my god.” A wet hand flung up to her
mouth to catch the sob that ripped out.
She doubled over and started crying in earnest. Stiles put a hand on her back
as his own silent cries tumbled through him.
“It’s going to be ok,” he whispered, “I don’t know how or when but I know that
it will. They will come for us.”
                                       …
It was the next morning and Derek woke up on the ground in the middle of the
forest. After meeting with Dante for dinner, it had become clear that they
needed sleep before they got to planning.
They couldn’t focus on anything but the pain running circuits through their
bodies and their brains needed rest.
But Derek couldn’t sleep. His head had hit the pillow for less than thirty
seconds before he was up again, knowing rest would not come.
Not with the way the ache in his chest bloomed over his body, or the way mole
dotted skin and amber colored eyes flashed through his mind.
So he got up, put on some basketball shorts, and went out to run. His wolf,
who’d usually be so keen to be set free, refused to even come to the surface
much less shift.
So he ran as a human, letting the hard ground batter against his feet. His legs
pumped to the sound of his heartbeat, the one he shared with his mate.
The trees had blurred beside him, the world becoming nothing but a twisted
carousel that he couldn’t get off of.
Eventually though, even if the callouses gathering on his feet healed, the
exhaustion of his body took over. He was so tired and in so much pain that he
didn’t even remember as his body hit the ground and his consciousness left him.
So waking up was a bitch. His body felt healthy, as it always did. But his mind
felt like his brain had been grated by razor blades.
His chest felt like a hole had been blasted through him, so much so that Derek
groaned, hand over his pec, looking for a physical wound because it sure felt
like one.
Derek was slow to drag himself up and walk back to the cabins. He wasn’t too
far, having run the perimeter of the territory so it didn’t take long for him
to catch the scent of his pack.
His wolf howled inside of him and he let the sound out of his chest. The
answering calls, from hundreds of wolves, got him to start sprinting.
They came into view almost immediately, hordes of wolves and humans tumbling
toward him. He was tackled to the ground and was quickly covered in sloppy
licks, fluffy muzzles, and tight human hugs.
Derek felt it the second it was his mother’s arms that wrapped around him and
he squeezed her tightly, letting his agony overwhelm him for just a moment.
They let go just as more of the pack swarmed in, offering their comfort. It
brought back some hope into his chest, knowing he had an army of wolves at his
back, all prepared to save their Alpha’s mate.
And with them, they’d brought their assistance to the Xue pack. As Derek
followed Talia to the overflowing cafeteria-like cabin, he could see members of
his own pack strewn on ladders, carrying wood and metal.
They had already started helping rebuild the place, without being asked or
prompted. Derek was proud of all of them, even if the emotion was clouded in
grief.
He had apparently slept late because it was already lunch time and people were
scattered everywhere, plates of barbeque in their hands.
Wolves he knew must be from Dante’s pack had arrived as well and the land was
crowded with the sheer amount of bodies on it.
But if there was something werewolves loved, it was the gathering of pack, so
despite the anxiety and stress eating away at everyone, there remained a happy
glow to the air.
Derek knew how much Stiles would enjoy it, and that made it all the more
painful. So he let his mom guide him to get a plate and they went off to sit on
a log where less people were.
“We’ll find him. You know that right?” Her voice was calm but sure. Derek
looked off but nodded.
“I know. But he should be here, with me. Nothing feels right.” Talia smiled
sadly.
“I know how that is.”
“How did you do it? Survive without him?” Talia was one of the only wolves in
history to have survived the death of her mate. Beyond her name and legacy,
that sheer fact made her known around the world.
“Your father knew he was going to die. He had open heart surgery as an infant
and was never allowed to be overly active growing up. He couldn’t do anything
his heart or lungs couldn’t take. It was just as well that he was an omega. The
doctors predicted he’d be gone before he hit puberty. But, well, that’s when he
met me. He was the funniest boy in class and despite the scent of sickness that
always followed him, everyone like him. Especially me.”
Talia was looking down, food forgotten next to her and hands clasped together,
holding herself in one piece.
“He collapsed one day and I took him to the hospital. I don’t know why but I
stayed with him all night, even after his parents left. He woke up and saw me
there. I remember just how he smiled at me. We both knew we were mates, and I
never cared that he was sick. But he knew he didn’t have long, and so he never
let us solidify the bond. I tried to argue with him, told him I’d be happy to
die if it meant I could be with him but he refused. After a particularly nasty
fight, I decided it wasn’t worth wasting the time we did have arguing, so I let
it go. We conceived Laura, Cora, and you via test tube and surrogate. He died
not long after Cora was born, a smile on his face just like always. I was
broken for a long time, you don’t remember because you were so young, but I
wasn’t even able to take care of you for a year. I only survived because there
was no bond to kill me with him. He wanted me to take care of our pups and so I
did.”
Tears, slow and without desperation, slid down her skin. But she was smiling
and Derek could see the images playing out behind her eyes.
He’d known about the in vitro fertilization, and about his father’s bad heart.
But he had never imagined that they’d never bonded.
“That’s why you let me be with Stiles. You never kept us apart, even when no
one would have blamed you. You always defended us.” Derek was shaking his head
in shock, letting the information wash over him like cold water.
“I knew how it felt to have a mate that you loved, but not be able to bond with
them. Our reasons were different but I felt so badly for the both of you. Do
you know that when your father died, I wasn’t listed as his surviving Alpha? I
knew how much it hurt not to be recognized as mates and I wanted to be the last
person who would doubt you. So trust me, I am beyond happy that you’ve finally
bonded with him. And I will be dammed if I let two of my sons die just because
one was taken by traitors. So I need you to push past the pain and we need to
find your mate.”
Talia was beaming at him, her eyes still wet but otherwise determined. Derek
felt a fire build up in his chest. They would find Stiles, he was sure of it.
                                       …
They fell asleep at one point, after Victoria had finished bathing and their
tears had all but dried up. Stiles had thrown himself into the cot and the beta
had looked at him gratefully as she sunk into the mattress.
Stiles doesn’t remember when he finally fell asleep but he knew it had been
when he imagined Derek’s body wrapped around his.
Stiles never liked waking up and he had actually imagined it happening by
someone slamming the door open, something dramatic to go along with the
situation.
But when he woke up naturally, he knew something was wrong. He bolted up right
to see Kevin, sitting on the damn chair, starting at him. A stuffed Walmart bag
sat next to him on the floor.
“Didn’t anyone tell you that watching people sleep is A level creepy?” Stiles
had the thin wispy blanket pulled up to his chest, as if it could hide him from
the world and the stalker in the room.
“You slept in the cot. The bed is for you.” Kevin was calm and it only served
to freak him out more.
“She had a miscarriage dude, have some compassion.” Stiles knew that was a long
shot, being kidnapped by him and all, but he’d juts woken up so give him a
break.
Kevin stared for a little longer, as if trying to comprehend something that
hadn’t been said. Stiles took the opportunity to look over at Victoria who was
thankfully still asleep.
At least one of them was still in the safety of dreamland because they were in
an actual nightmare otherwise.
“We are leaving. Wake her up and be ready in ten minutes. There’s clothes in
the bag.” He said while standing, and walked out. Stiles most certainly did not
wait an entire two minutes staring at the door, like he just conversed with
Freddie Kruger.
He had to give it to Kevin though, the constant anxiety over what was going to
happen helped distract from the pain in his chest and skin. Focusing on that
would help no one but the hunters so distraction it was.
Stiles woke Victoria with a gentle push and after a groggy greeting, she
started moving. They put on their clothes, facing away from each other and
that’s when it struck Stiles.
Other than Victoria ruining hers with blood, there was really no reason for
them to buy new clothes, except their scent.
Stiles’ stomach dropped. If Derek was even able to track his scent here, it
wouldn’t lead anywhere else. He put on the clothes anyway, feeling nauseous,
because he’d rather not fight about it when they could be forced on him anyway.
But that got him thinking. If he wanted to be found, he’d need to help. His
idea was painful, but it might work.
“Victoria, don’t look.” She was still grieving so she didn’t even bother
questioning him, just turned back around. Stiles put a hand down his pants, and
ripped out a handful of pubic hair.
He bit hard into his lip to keep from hissing and by the time he was done, he
had an impressive amount of hair in his hand.
He quickly stuffed them deep into his pocket and made sure to pluck any off his
hand. He quickly ran to put a couple of them under the bed right before Kevin
and his goons returned and began shuffling the two out of the house.
Derek would smell the hairs stronger than anyone else, and the scent would last
longer than on clothes. Plus, if he only left them places he had been, the
other wolves wouldn’t notice anything different. He’d leave a trail and
hopefully Derek would find a pattern.
Once outside, Stiles and Victoria both felt the urge to run but with one look
at each other, they agreed it was pointless. They would have to be smarter than
that.
Two large vans sat in front of them and they were pushed into the backseat of
one. Stiles tensed against the heavy smell of human inside.
He guessed that they had once belonged to hunters and the thought had him
shrinking in on himself. Victoria was leaning to the side, a hand on her
stomach and a faraway look in her eyes.
Stiles didn’t blame her but he felt the pressure building up to get them out.
They began driving and it became clear that Stiles would the most uncomfortable
he’d ever been.
No one spoke, even Kevin who sat in the passenger seat. Radio music was playing
and the sound of the happy DJs was strange to his ears.
Normal people going about their normal day, unaware of the two captives
listening to their musings. The looks Kevin kept sending his way through the
rear view mirror was the only thing keeping him from dozing off.
They drove for hours, going from New York into Pennsylvania. Stiles had passed
out at some point, unable to take the mind-numbing boredom and not willing to
tackle the longing depression going on in his mind.
It was late afternoon when they arrived in a remote area, far off the main
road. Stiles woke up when the tires started hitting dirt and the vans had to
fight to keep going.
The road swirled and sunk, the vans barley managing to keep up. Stiles stared
out into the forest, a hand going to his chest as he began rubbing the ache.
Victoria was fidgeting in her seat, nervous. It only got worse for the both of
them as they drove up to a mansion.
It was huge and white, completely conspicuous. Greek pillars stood proud on the
white deck, holding up the roof of the three story building.
Wealthy people always bought houses out in the forest but this seemed very out
of context considering their situation.
The feeling only got worse when his eyes landed on the female standing outside.
Kate Argent looked as good as new, save the deep scar on her cheek.
The car stopped and they were quickly shouldered out. The smile on her face was
wide and shining. It made sharp spines of panic run down his arms.
It had been five years since he’d seen her and he really wasn’t ready for any
of it. She strode down the steps, her black boots hitting the wood with
menacing smacks.
“So good to see you again Stiles. Welcome to our compound.” Kate sang, laughing
as she looked up at the house.
Stiles followed her eyes and felt his entire body seize up. People were pouring
out onto the balcony, dozens of eyes looking out of the windows.
 Stiles and Victoria gaped at them and the army of hunters grinned back.
Chapter End Notes
     Words. Where have they gone???? Oh right, STRAIGHT TO HELL BECAUSE
     THAT IT WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING.
     What's worse than being a werewolf in a world where hunters exist?
     Being kidnapped by them and taken to the Greek Brady Bunch house on
     steroids full of crazy killers! Lovely.
     Oh! And Talia :((((((( Wasn't that so freaking sad???? Why is she so
     amazing DX
     I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS. Y'all are some dramatic, intelligent people and
     I really do adore it. So keep it up. I made more cupcakes today for
     myself and they are kind of wonky, I hope they taste good. :/ (That
     has nothing to do with anything at all, I know, but I needed to tell
     someone) At the very least I hope you liked this chapter loves! See
     you in the next one :D
***** Chapter 28 *****
Chapter Notes
     I know it has been a bit! It's not super late, but certainly later
     than normal for me. I am sorry!! :( Some shit went down in my person
     life and my time and ability to write were cut down. UGH.
     Apologies my fluffies.
     But anyway, I still hope you enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 28
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Derek had snapped back into himself well enough to gather his agents and get to
work. However, Boyd hadn’t discovered any active packs around the area who
would case issue.
He did have points of hunter activity that had been tracked throughout the
years. They tended to prefer the east coast and a good portion of the south.
They would also never attempt to take Stiles and Victoria on a plane, knowing
they’d be caught immediately. So that meant they’d be using a car.
And they couldn’t risk driving for overly long periods otherwise they’d be
spotted by other werewolves. So he knew his mate was somewhere relatively
close.
They would either move around secure safe houses or would travel to a hidden
compound, unaware to anyone else but the hunters.
Regardless of which it was, they would need a lead. So after lunch, the best
trackers from both packs were dispatched.
They were sent all around New England, told to stick to the forests and only
hit the cities if they had any hint of a scent that would suggest they went
there.
The largest group, which included Derek and Dante, were sent to the location
where Stiles and Victoria were last seen.
It had taken every last ounce of Derek’s control to hand over Stiles’ shirts to
the groups and watch as they stuffed them to their noses.
They all shifted, serval wolves having bags of clothes or equipment strapped to
them and they set off. Derek and Dante were forced to keep pace with the rest
of the group even if their legs wanted nothing more than to sprint.
Once they arrived at the highway were he lost the van, they started following
the road, muzzles pressed into the ground.
The wolves spread over a very large range and paralleled the highway. It was
true that they could have gone anywhere, but the sheer size of the Hale pack
along with Dante’s members meant that at some point, someone would catch a
scent.
That was all they needed. Derek just hoped it happened sooner rather than
later, especially because his skin was starting to tingle.
                                       …
Stiles felt the need to reanalyze his life. Because under no circumstances
should he be sitting at a table, hamburger and fries on the plate in front of
him, surrounded by hunters.
Hunters who were acting like they were at a holiday feast among family, their
real prey sitting right next to them.
They were smart, he’d give them that. They had sat him opposite of Victoria, so
that they couldn’t talk without others hearing but could also play off each
other’s panic.
The other werewolves surrounded them on both sides, and then the hunters next
to them. They weren’t tied up or restrained in anyway because it was fairly
obvious that they couldn’t do anything unless they wanted to die.
So there they sat, staring at each other like they were in some sort of twisted
version of reality where neither of them new the rules.
Did he mention that Kevin was sitting next to him? And really, what a wonderful
way to have dinner. Hunters, with their little hunter babies, were everywhere.
The table was out of a sitcom about a family with thirty kids, and it held
barley anyone of them. Others were scattered all around and inside the house.
They were talking and laughing and playing. Stiles had never seen hunters do
anything but try to hurt and kill him and his kind.
But seeing them like this, he could almost forget they were hunters at all.
They fed their children with gentle hands, cooed at infants in cozy onesies.
Some were even sloppy drunk and yet the others were taking them to bed or
helping them drink water. They keyword however, was almost.
Because despite the merriment, there would be no way Stiles let himself forget
their position. Especially when Kate Argent, who stood behind Victoria, leaning
against a wall, was staring at him. 
She was chewing silently, but the smile on her face spoke volumes. She’d been
bested by a ten year old and she probably couldn’t wait to get some revenge.
Stiles, for his part, was doing his best not to appear fazed. Under normal
circumstances, he’d never eat food from people he didn’t trust.
But besides the fact that he was starving and would desperately need the
strength, Stiles didn’t want to give them anymore satisfaction.
The burger probably tasted good but it felt like he was swallowing mold, given
the situation. Victoria had tried to eat as well after seeing Stiles had taken
a bite but she could only eat so much.
He was thankful no one forced them to eat more, or even spoke to them. They
were being stared at though, their presence very much noticeable. It was
starting to make him twitchy.
“Don’t be scared.” Kevin said, voice hushed but clearly directed to Stiles who
merely tensed next to him. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
“Says the guy who brought me here in the first place.” Stiles mumbled, yanking
his leg away when Kevin’s pressed into his.
It was clear that Kevin wanted Derek dead, and to then claim Stiles, he knew
that much. He also knew that would never happen.
The second Derek drew his last breath, Stiles would do the same. But the fact
that Kevin didn’t seem to notice that fact, or really even care, was going to
cause other problems.
For one, mates were not meant to be separated. Newly bonded mates, especially
so, needed to stay in close contact.
It wasn’t unusual for mates to take honeymoons after the bonding specifically
for that reason. So what normally took days to happen, was taking hours for
him.
The itching on Stiles’ skin was turning to a low-level pain and he didn’t know
how to go about telling anyone. Or if they’d even care if he did.
If he said anything prematurely, he’d be giving them a weakness to use to their
advantage. But wait too long and he didn’t know if he would be able to get help
in time.
Waiting was his best bet, and by the look on Victoria’s face, she was starting
to feel off as well. All genders got touch starved, but they differed in how
fast and how extreme.
Omegas could die from in and it usually set in within a week, though Stiles
tended to fall under it faster. Betas would get high level pains but could hold
out for longer. And Alphas could last weeks without feeling much and when they
did feel it, it was highly uncomfortable but nothing fatal.
With packs being as they were, the nurturing disposition of all omegas,
calmness of betas, and leadership qualities of Alpha’s, this only made sense.
But it put Stiles in a hell of a situation.
“Why don’t we show our guests their housing arrangements?” Kate said, all eyes
turning to her. The answering grins of everyone in the room made Stiles’
stomach drop.
He and Victoria were led outside of the house, all the children stopping their
actions to watch as they passed.
It didn’t take long for them to walk over a hill and down below was a ditch. In
the middle of the giant hole was a cube-like house, very small, and surrounded
by fence.
Outside of the fence but still stuck within the hole that must have been ten
feet deep, were werewolves. Victoria screamed next to him and Stiles’ hand flew
to cove this mouth.
The wolves were feral, their humanity completely repressed so that no
recognition shone in their eyes. Thick, bulky collars hung from their neck with
flashing red lights.
What was the most unnerving was their posture. They sat like guards around the
cabin, shoulders up, heads pointed up but facing straight forward. They were
trained.
Stiles and Victoria were grabbed and thrown over the edge. They both screamed
out before landing hard in the dirt, broken groans rumbling from their chests.
Stiles pushed himself up immediately, knowing the wolves would attack, but they
hadn’t even moved. Except one, who was staring right at him, lips peeled back
and a growl coming from his jaws.
Stiles breathed for a beat, and then the wolf was coming for him. It’s teeth
were about to reach his face when a buzzing like sound flung into the air and
with a pained yelp, the wolf fell to the ground, twitching.
The other wolves were also electrocuted, the collars on their necks causing
them to seize on the ground until it suddenly stopped and they all slumped
over. 
“Guard!” Kate barked from above and the wolves shuddered, attempting to move
back to their original positions.
Stiles was shaking, realization dawning on them. Dogs could be trained
individually, but werewolves were trickier.
Whenever one disobeyed, they were all hit with electricity. Wolves would never
hurt their pack, and if they wanted it to remain that way, they must all follow
orders.
Keep that up and their human minds would fall away, the weres relying on their
animal instincts to protect them.
“You two best be getting inside the cabin, they aren’t used to guests that
aren’t human and we wouldn’t want to punish them anymore, would we?”
Stiles and Victoria had never moved so fast. The fence had a basic lock so they
were able to get in quick enough, falling through the door and into the dusty
room.
It was literally a cube, a toilet in the corner with a single bed on the
opposite side. And truth be told, as bad as it looked and as bad as it actually
as, Stiles was more than relieved to be away from the eyes of the hunters.
Victoria seemed to feel the same because she collapsed on the best, letting out
a deep breath. Stiles let himself slide against the door until he was curled on
the floor.
The cabin itself had no windows and the air was thick with dust. Stiles tucked
his face into his pulled up knees and just breathed, trying his best to not
freak out.
It wasn’t going to work.
                                       …
A howl echoed through the air, rippling along the gusts of wind until it glided
into Derek’s twitching ears. He felt a surge of adrenaline as he started
bounding in the sound’s direction.
He lifted his own head and howled back, hearing other answering calls that were
drawing closer together.
They met up with one of his betas and Derek could pick up the scent
immediately. It was definitely from Stiles and it made his mouth water.
It was very faint, even to Derek and he wasn’t surprised it had been one of his
specialized tracking agents who’d found it.
The wolf had also found a dirt road and they all started sprinting up along it,
Derek and Dante in the lead. As the scent grew stronger, Derek grew more
hopeful.
It took seconds for that hope to die because when they came up on the cabins,
it was clear they were empty.
Derek crashed into one of the buildings, the wood splintering on impact. He
growled, frustration making his fur stick up and jaws ripple.
A strong, pungent scent drew him in and he followed it under the bed. A clump
of hair was placed against the wall and he huffed mournfully.
It was just like Stiles to think of a way for Derek to find him, and even more
like him to use such an unorthodox method. It made the ache in his chest flare
up and the itch along his skin grow worse.
They may not be here anymore, but Stiles had given him something to look for,
and that might make all the difference.
A sobbing growl sounded behind him and he turned to see Dante whose nose was
stuffed into the bed above him, in the center of a dry patch of blood.
Derek had been so focused on his mate’s scent that he didn’t smell anything
else. He inhaled once, eyes blowing wide before all hell broke loose.
Dante started thrashing, throwing his body into every surface. His jaws clamped
down onto the bed, ripping the sheets and mattress
Derek swiftly left the cabin and watched as Dante lost his mind. Victoria had
miscarried, there was no other reason for the scent.
It smelled of blood and baby and death. Dante had never spoken of his mate’s
pregnancy, and going by the scent, it was so early that he probably hadn’t
known.
The large body of the wolf smashed into the wood, which crumbled over. No one
made a move to stop him and everyone was silent.
The only sound in the forest was the screaming of man that came out of the
mouth of a wolf. Derek lifted his head and started the mourning howl, one that
would honor the unborn of the Alpha.
As the others joined, he hoped the bastards, wherever they were, heard them.
                                       …
Stiles had tried to withstand it, not wanting to freak Victoria out. The truth
was, they were stuck in that cabin until the hunters decided otherwise.
So the fact that his skin was well on its way to burning really didn’t matter.
Other than the fact that it hurt like hell.
It was like a sunburn that was constantly being touched. Stiles knew it would
only get worse and he was still at a loss for what to do.
Victoria was napping and he was desperately trying not to make any sounds. But
his clothes were starting to irritate him too much.
His wolf’s only focus was to get back to his Alpha, so he was doing nothing to
help the situation. In fact, he was throwing himself against the confines of
his mind, causing his head to ache.
He was still curled up on the floor but he’d fallen on his side, wrapping his
arms around himself to try and stave off the pain.
Stiles let him mind float, like he did when he was about to fall asleep but the
pain was keeping him up. He didn’t know how long he was there, especially
without the sun the help.
“Stiles! Stiles, wake up!” He was shoved out of his stupor, looking up to see a
pair of concerned glowing eyes. A second later and he cried out, the pain
washing through his nerves.  
“Oh god, oh no.” She sounded frantic, wanting to try and help him but every
time she put her hands on him, it only made things worse.
She’d woken up to muffled whimpers, rolling over to see the omega writhing on
the floor. She felt lightly sick but Stiles was already deep into touch
deprivation.
Stiles’ eyes were glowing yellow, his fags and claws extended even if all he
could do was brokenly gasp out.
Victoria ran to the door, trying to pry it open, but it was locked. She cursed
and starting banging on the wood, her fists near bruising with the effort.
She was screaming for help, yelling for Kevin of all people because he was the
only one who even remotely cared for Stiles here.
Stiles was starting to chant “Derek” like a desperate mantra, his voice shaky
and weak. There was a noise outside and suddenly the door was ripped open.
Kevin stood there, eyes red and teeth snarled. Victoria reeled out of the way
as he walked in, addressing the situation.
“He’s touch-starved. He needs his Alpha.” She said, voice firm. Kevin dipped
down, winding Stiles up in his arms and lifting him off the ground.
The omega screamed as even the tiniest amount of skin to skin contact made his
insides sear. Kevin pushed past Victoria, slamming the door closed behind him
and ignoring the females screams that followed.
The Alpha grabbed onto the ladder, hoisting them both up and over. He had his
own personal cabin to himself and his small pack.
It was one of his requirements when he’d arranged the whole deal with Kate. His
pack mates were gathered outside, having easily heard Victoria’s screams.
“Go get some of Hale’s clothes. Do not get caught and come back immediately.”
He barked at them.
“They’ll smell us the second we get close, Alpha.”
“Argent said they brought in the Hale pack, Davis pack, and others have come
from surrounding areas to help. They will smell you and assume you are from one
of them, now go.”
He didn’t bother giving them more than a flash of his eyes before he stormed
into his quarters. He placed Stiles on the bed, very aware of the omega’s pain.
He quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the whimpering boy, feeling
a sick feeling twist inside of him.
Kevin pushed himself onto the bed, sitting so his back was pressed into the
headboard with Stiles in between his legs.
He wasn’t Stiles’ Alpha, but omegas naturally drew comfort from the scent of
Alphas. So, making sure to cover his skin to minimize the pain, he pulled him
close.
Stiles only struggled for a second before he inhaled his scent. He cried out,
his wolf knowing it didn’t belong to Derek but it helped the panic dissipate a
little.
His mind was too far gone to really grasp onto anything that was happening but
he felt safe for the most part. And he clung to it, knowing that if he didn’t,
he might not make it back to the surface again.
                                       …
Dante had ran off, needing to be alone for a time and Derek was quick to set
everything into motion.
But he didn’t allow himself to hope for much as they scanned every inch of the
other cabins. He was used to working with extremely skilled enemies who never
left any traces of their presence.
So when Boyd called him over to look at the results from the equipment, he was
especially shocked.
They’d found several fingerprints, and he would have thought them to be old or
from vacationing families.
But as he approached the computer, his system having found a match, he felt his
wolf rip from his mouth in a sinister growl.
One of the matches was to Kevin Anderson. Questions overwhelmed Derek’s mind,
but one thing he knew was that he was going to kill him.
Chapter End Notes
     Y'all, Kevin is so infuriating and yet I don't wanna give up on him,
     you know????
     And poor Dante :(
     Derek needs to find Stiles soon cause this isn't good.
     Talk to me!!! Much apologies once again, and I hope to be back to my
     usual schedule! <3
***** Chapter 29 *****
Chapter Notes
     EEEEEEEEH I am super excited to get this out to you guys!!!
     Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 29
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Stiles was barely beginning to scratch at the edges of alertness. Someone was
pressing fabric into his nose and he struggled to place the scent.
It was Alpha, for sure, but his mind couldn’t do much more than acknowledge
that. What he did know was that whoever it was, wasn’t Derek. And all he wanted
was Derek.
He was tempted to just let himself fall back under, not wanting to deal with
the pain but the back of his mind reminded him that he wasn’t exactly safe.
So he tried pulling his eyelids up, wanting to do something other than sit
inside his own mind. He was leaning back against something, wrapped tightly in
a blanket so only his head was exposed.
Next, he noticed the arm attached to the hand holding a shirt to his mouth. It
led up to Kevin who was talking sternly on the phone.
He must have brought him here and was using his scent to try and calm him down.
Stiles was angry, because it was his fault he was in this situation in the
first place.
But he couldn’t help being somewhat thankful, knowing he’d be a lot worse off
isn’t wasn’t for the scent. And he hadn’t touched him inappropriately, but he
still didn’t trust him.
Kevin saw his open eyes and hung up the phone.
“You’re awake.” Not a question, which was just as well because Stiles wasn’t
anywhere near able to speak.
Kevin nodded to himself, fixing the shirt so it was draped over Stiles’ neck
and he could let go.
“I have someone bringing you food. They’ll help feed you.” He said, standing up
and walking to the door, hesitance in his gait.
He waited by the door until there was a soft knock. He opened it and in walked
in a child carrying a tray. Stiles was really tired of being thrown for a loop
but this was just weird.
He wished he could say as much, especially as the boy walked over, all four
feet of him. He was a human with brown curls that spilled over his head and
deep blue eyes.
His cheeks were still puffy and his body still soft with youth. Kevin nodded
once to him, like this was normal, before turning and leaving the cabin.
Stiles was at a loss and with his limbs feeling like wet noodles, there wasn’t
much he could really do about the situation.
Even his mind was having a hard time focusing, the pain still thrumming through
his body was taking up most of his attention.
The boy looked completely unfazed, walking right up to the bed and putting the
tray on the end table. Without a pause, he grabbed the bowl that was filled
with what looked like oatmeal and started blowing on it.
Stiles stared at him, trying to get his mouth to form words but his vocal cords
weren’t cooperating. The boy pulled Kevin’s shirt from his face, lifted a spoon
full of food, and started pushing it towards Stiles’ mouth.
The omega yanked his head back, shutting his lips tightly. The boy huffed.
“You know you’ll die if you don’t eat right?”
“…D-Die…any—way,” Stiles croaked, his voice barley a sound. The boy just rolled
his eyes.
“Only if you’re bad.” A little hand shot out, curling gently around his cheek
and brought the poon up again.
Stiles finally understood why they had made a child come help him. His touch,
while still irritating, did not hurt nearly as much as an adults would. And he
was a beta so it was even less harmful.
Stiles let the spoon slip past his lips, well aware that there could be
something in it. But he could either eat it from this kid’s hand or Kevin could
come in and force him.
The oatmeal was like goopy heaven. It was flavored well with milk and sugar,
its thickness soothing his throat as he swallowed.
The boy looked suddenly much chipper, even pulling on a big grin and dancing a
little. A couple spoons later, with Stiles moaning happily around the food, and
the kid met his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed, eyes sad. He kept feeding Stiles, his gaze still
troubled but every time Stiles took a bite, a look of satisfaction crossed his
face.
Stiles let his confusion float in his mind. It was clear that the boy knew
Kevin was listening, but the idea that someone, especially a hunter child,
would sympathize with him, was suspicious.
Despite his paranoia, Stiles gave him a small smile. The kid finished feeding
him and Stiles croaked out a ‘thank you’ before he left.
Kevin walked back in and Stiles closed his eyes, needing some sleep and hoping
the pain would cease, even for just a little.
                                       …
The only thing keeping Derek’s rage in check was his desperateness to find
Stiles. His skin was definitely uncomfortable, something he had never
experienced before.
Touch starvation had never been an issue for him, and if he was feeling it,
then Stiles must be extremely sick with it.
So while he kept the face of Kevin in his mind, his desire to kill him strong,
he refused to get distracted. Other fingerprints had come up as belonging to
members of the NY packs killed off years ago.
Derek wasn’t surprised with the sloppiness anymore, these were kids they were
dealing with. The only way they were even able to orchestrate kidnapping Stiles
and Victoria was because they had help from the hunters.
The Alpha got into contact with the sheriff and after some questions, it was
clear that the Anderson pack had no involvement in their member’s actions.
Derek had a few of them within his company, so he trusted them. However, Gwen
was nowhere to be seen and he knew she was somehow a part of it all.
He was on the phone, having all his trackers search for the two wolves as well.
Derek knew he couldn’t wait around for someone to find another lead so his next
call was to Chris Argent.
“Hello?”
“It’s Hale. I need every contact you still have of every hunter you ever knew
or worked with.” Derek said and there was a pause.
“This have something to do with the fact that the town is almost completely
empty?”
“They have my mate Chris. I need the contacts.”
“Shit. I’ll email them to you now…do you need help?” Derek considered that.
Hunting techniques were fairly standard, and his agents were trained to see and
counteract them.
But Chris was Kate’s brother. He didn’t know if that would help, seeing as she
was psychotic, but he would take anything at this point.
“I’ll have a ticket bought for you, if you’re willing to come. We could use the
advice and any man power is appreciated.”
“Send me the boarding pass and I’ll be there.” They hung up and Derek counted
himself lucky that he had the connections he did.
He and the others had been waiting at the cabins, pings coming in from other
teams to signal a hunter location. Derek had ordered them to identify any
hunters, tail them, and wait further instruction.
It didn’t take long for him to receive Chris’ email and he quickly let his
mother know about setting up a flight for the man.
The email contained a document of a list. It wasn’t huge, but there were a good
amount of names, locations, and even some numbers of various hunter’s Chris had
known.
Those with numbers were disbanded, like him. The others were still suspected to
be active and he relayed their information to his agents.
A single call came in shortly after. It was from a tracker in Massachusetts who
had broken off from her team and was following a hunter, one from the list.
She had tailed him all the way from New York and he was alone. Derek gave her
the orders to arrest, detain, and bring him back to Xue territory. They would
meet them there.
They packed up, shifted, and headed out. Derek let out a single calling howl,
knowing Dante would hear him and hopefully catch up with them.
If they had any hope of saving their mates, he would need him.
                                       …
“W-Who?” Stiles asked, pointing to a picture of a woman on the side table. His
voice was still overly soft and his body still felt broken, but he was at least
somewhat functional again.
Kevin had been on his computer doing god knows what and Stiles had been
studying the room. It was barren, save for the lone picture next to the bed.
And once boredom got the better of him, he had to ask, at least as a
conversation starter. Kevin turned to look at him, and then the picture he was
weakly pointing to.
“My mom.” Stiles gaped. He hadn’t thought the picture was actually his, it
couldn’t have been. The woman was wearing camo with a hunters bow in her hand.
Kevin turned fully toward him on the chair, sighing deeply.
“She was a hunter. I’m half werewolf. She’s dead though, so it doesn’t matter.
You should sleep, the touch starvation will slow if you do.”
Questions swirled in Stiles’ mind, which wasn’t even remotely equipped to deal
with them. ADHD wasn’t doing him any favors right now.
Suddenly, a wave of pain hit and he moaned brokenly. Kevin shot up and walked
toward him, just as a loud knock sounded at the door.
“Come in,” Kevin barked and two wolves stumbled in. They held handfuls of
clothing, all smelling strongly of Derek and Stiles cried out, arms
involuntarily reaching for them.
Kevin grabbed the clothes and all but threw them at Stiles, who had never smelt
something better in his entire life. Except maybe Derek’s actual body.
The clothes covered him in a thick scent, as if the smell itself wanted to
protect him. Stiles grabbed all of them, stuffing them to his nose and stating
to rub them over his skin.
He was whimpering constantly, desperate little sounds that made Kevin’s eyes
burn red but he held back. The guilt was starting to plague him, especially as
Stiles’ eyes started to fade.
The omega fell unconscious, the clothes draped over him. That was all he needed
to help him fall asleep. Kevin wondered what would happen when he slit Derek’s
throat, if all it took for Stiles to feel safe was his mate’s scent.
He guessed he would find out.
                                       …
Derek stood staring at his suit case, which had been violently ripped opened.
Shirts, pants, and even his underwear were missing.
The scent of foreign werewolves floated all around the room and Derek was so
caught up in his angered shock, he didn’t notice himself shifting into his
Alpha form.
His claws curled into sickening crescents, his fur sprouting along his arms and
face.  Derek was too mad to howl, the only sound he could make was a subsonic
growl, one that was felt more than heard.
They’d been here, taking advantage of his absence and of everyone’s distraction
to take his clothes. And the only reason they would need those is for Stiles.
He put his face in his paws and groaned his suffering out. His mate must be
doing far worse than he thought, if they risked coming into enemy territory
just for his scent.
Derek’s hands shook as he desperately fought for control. He knew that the only
reason his wolf was even lettinghim win was because they had no idea where
Stiles was.
And as much as his wolf wanted to rip out of him and to track over every inch
of land in New England, even he knew it was useless. They needed to wait.
But that didn’t stop him from pressing painfully against Derek’s mind.
Eventually, he calmed down enough so that his vision came back.
He stumbled out of the cabin, letting the air slap him in the face. He could
hear the speeding of a car and screeching as it swerved to a halt.
Derek took off before he even knew what was happening. Jennifer, the agent he’d
been talking to, pulled a bound hunter from the back of her van.
She barely made it a step with the male before Derek had his hand around his
throat, his body thrown up against the metal car.
Derek hadn’t shifted back and he roared in the face of the hunter, his fangs
dripping saliva in front of his eyes.
Hunter or not, Derek could still smell the fear rolling off of him and it made
his wolf shiver with anticipation.
The mere possibility of this man knowing where his mate could be made Derek
want to rip his skull open and dissect his brain.
However, logic broke through and the Alpha dragged him off, hand dug into his
hair as he flailed behind him.
Derek dragged him into a room where Talia and Dante were waiting. They were
both wide eyed at his appearance but said nothing.
Derek tried shifting back but his wolf wasn’t having it. If anything, he grew
more vicious by the second. His mom seemed to know and immediately jumped into
interrogating.
“Jason Houliston, do you know the whereabouts of Kate Argent, Kevin Anderson,
Victoria Davis, or Stiles Stilinski?” Talia asked, grabbing the edge of the
duct tape gag and ripping it harshly form the man’s mouth.
He groaned but quickly regained his composure, spitting at the ground before
Talia’s feet.
“Fuck you.” He cursed, glaring at all three of them. Derek didn’t even try to
control the slash of claws that he racked down the man’s chest.
It was all the more satisfying knowing the weeks it would take for them to
heal, and the scars that would be left behind. And they were just getting
started.
He screamed in return, his head craning back as blood began soaking through his
shirt.
“Jason, we either make this extremely painful for you, or you answer our
questions. Look around you, no one is coming to save you. And trust me, you
aren’t irreplaceable. After you, there are dozens of other hunters we can
interrogate. So, if you don’t speak up, my son will make sure you suffer until
your heart gives out. And after that, we’ll go on to the next one. It is in
your best interests that you talk to us.”
The hunter looked panicked, realization dawning on him that his life was in
fact, completely unneeded. No one even knew he was here.
“Where is my mate?” Dante asked, pupils still enlarged so that they covered the
entire iris. His voice was calm but menacing.
Derek brought up a single claw to the soft flesh behind the man’s ear and
waited, strong huffs coming out of his mouth.
“I-I don’t know.” Rip. Derek’s claw tore through the flesh like melted butter,
blood spurting like a waterfall down his shoulder.
Derek didn’t particularly enjoy torturing people. He killed swiftly, finding no
joy in dragging things out. But if it meant finding his omega, he would do
anything.
The scream that the action elicited didn’t deter him in the least.
“Please! I don’t know I swear, they don’t tell me stuff like that.”
“Then tell us what you know.” Derek’s voice was inhumane, with a sharp
groveling tenor to it. The hunter looked like he was about to liquefy in his
seat.
“I was assigned to Massachusetts a few months ago. I had orders to keep watch
of the Davis pack.” It was Dante’s turn to put his knuckles into the guy’s
temple, sending him and the chair down.
Not a second after he landed was Derek dragging him back upright, growling
tightly into his face.  Blood was dripping slowly from his nose and into his
mouth.
“I had to report movements, that’s all. I don’t know what they did with your
mates. I’ve never heard of this Kevin you’re talking about. And Kate works
independently. No one ever knows where she is.”
“That isn’t enough. Give us something to use otherwise we’ll  kill you and be
done with it.” Derek said, claws poised above his jugular.
They guy swallowed, beads of sweat tracking their way down his skin. He
remained silent. Derek brought his claws down inch by inch until just the tips
penetrated his skin.
He continued like that, pulling them out, and curling them back in, going
deeper each time. It was like a physical version of a ticking clock, and Jason
seemed to know it.
Only when Derek got deep enough to almost bury the entire length of his claws
did the guy break. It was obvious why he was just a reporting hunter, the male
didn’t have much endurance.
“The compound!” He cried, saliva spewing from his mouth with the desperation
for the pain to stop. “I don’t know if they’re there but that’s your best bet.”
“What is the compound? And do not lie, we will know.” Talia said, arms crossed
and face grim.
“It’s like a training facility, disguised as a summer getaway house. But
underneath there’s supposed to be tons of weapons and equipment. I only saw it
once.”
Derek wrapped his paw around Jason’s throat, squeezing just enough to hear him
wheeze.
“Where is it?’ He growled. Jason coughed, eyes bulging out.
“P-P-Pennsylvania. Off of h-highway 81.” Derek didn’t bother waiting. He
release his neck and was charging through the door, Dante at his back.
He shifted just enough to be more coherent when he barked orders into his
phone, a command that when out to every one of his packs’ fighters.
“Gather in the Xue pack’s territory if you aren’t already. We leave at dusk to
Pennsylvania and we will attack the hunter’s main compound at sunrise. Be
ready.”
                                       …
“…Kevin is half hunter?” Stiles croaked, his voice worse, if possible. He
couldn’t move his body at all anymore, the pain already too much with him just
sitting still.
Tears had tracked their way down his face, seeping into his Alpha’s clothing
until they dried up completely and Stiles was nothing more than a paralyzed
husk.
He was no longer able to keep food down, and the young beta boy was only here
to slowly help Stiles drink water.
He had found out the boy’s name was Rex, or so he told him. Stiles’ senses were
so shot that he couldn’t even pick up his heartbeat to detect a lie.
Rex looked shocked, shoulders even jumping a little.
“H-He told you?” He asked and Stiles’ nodded. Kevin had went away again but
this time he wasn’t standing outside of the door.
If Stiles was going to find out anything about him, it would have to be now.
“His mom was Clarice Weldon. She was one of the most well-known hunters ever.
Even I’ve heard of her. But she fell in love with Kevin’s dad, a werewolf. She
was supposed to kill him, stop his pack from growing. But she had two babies
instead. She was in hiding for years, everyone thought she was dead. But the
hunters found out and killed her, and they tried killing the kids. But Anderson
took them to West Springs. And that’s where they met you. I don’t know why
Kevin is helping Gwen though. She was the one in training, not him.”
Stiles stopped breathing, eyes popping out.
“G-Gwen?” he croaked.
“Yeah, Kevin’s sister, Gwen. She’s been training to be a hunter for a while
now. She was the one that had Kevin go with you to that thingy in Washington.
This was her idea, didn’t he tell you?” Rex looked scared, realizing he had
said too much because Kevin had obviously not told him any of this.
“I t-thought Gwen was his c-cousin.”
“No honey, that’s just a cover.”  Gwen said as she pushed the cabin door open.
Stiles hadn’t been able to hear her coming and Rex was cowering in the corner.
“Vince, my father, had my death faked. Other packs were starting to catch on to
the fact that we were from a hunter. Not even our own pack knows. Not that it
matters anymore. They, along with you, will be dead before long. It’s sad
though, my brother was so looking forward to having you as a toy. But, of
course, we can’t have that. That was never the plan in the first place.” She
laughed, flipping her blonde hair behind her back.
“P-Plan?” Stiles wheezed.
“Kill one mate, and the other one dies. I have no intentions of going to war
with your Alpha sweetie. I tried making him my mate, but that didn’t work. But
I have to say,” she said, pulling a knife out from behind her back, “I like
this plan a lot better.”
Chapter End Notes
     BOOM. My mind has exploded and I hope yours has too!!! I want to hear
     from any and all who would like to chat!
     It's way too late and I have to get up way too early so my thoughts
     are a mess guys. (Christmas shopping, shoot me.)
     But I really hope you enjoyed it, because I loved writing it. Next
     chapter is a crazy one!!
     I don't know if I will get it out before or after Christmas, but
     either way MERRY CHRISTMAS. (I wrote Happy Christmas at first. Jeez,
     am I tired.) And if you don't celebrate it, HAPPY HOLIDAYS. (Holodays
     >.> Lemme know if anyone got that).
     And if you don't celebrate holidays, Happy Fucking You-Day honey
     duck.
     <3333 Love you guys, thank you so much!!!
***** Chapter 30 *****
Chapter Notes
     I hope everyone who celebrated it had a FANTASTIC CHRISTMAS. I know I
     did. And for all others who may be celebrating their own holiday, I
     hope it went/is going/will go FABULOUS.
     I am super happy I got this done!
     WARNING: Killing happens here. No major character death, so no
     freaking out. But it is a tad shocking and was unpleasant to write.
     It isn't particularity graphic but I wanted to add the note.
     Anyway, enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 30
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They were an army. Talia had rented out every car within several major cities
and every fighter from the Hale and Davis pack piled into them.
They were nearly in Pennsylvania, and Derek was sitting in the passenger seat
of one of the vans, thinking.
He didn’t make it a habit of bringing an entire militia’s worth of weapons on
him. And despite the amount of preparations his agents had made before coming,
they were still ill-prepared.
Most of his pack were trained for inter-pack conflicts, ones that didn’t
involve guns or blades. So the majority of the fighters were armed with nothing
but their wolves.
This meant Derek needed to strategize correctly. He and his agents would need
to open up a hole, and take down those deemed to be the highest threat.
This part would have to be entirely stealth. Only when they had an accurate
layout of the compound, its occupants, and any captives, could they begin.
Derek would target any wanted hunters, those whose faces were plastered over
the news. They would be the most dangerous, the most trained.
And unless they engaged, he wouldn’t have to kill them, only tranquilize and
later arrest them.
At the same time, his agents would need to find where they kept their weapons,
and keep the hunters from them, until others came to help.
Only then, after the leaders and most guards were taken out, would Derek call
on Dante and Talia. Once that happened, things would get messy quickly.
They would lead the second group, all shifted, and attack. Their objective
would be to kill on contact, overwhelm the hunters who would be scrambling.
Once the chaos struck, Derek would rescues Stiles and Victoria, using the panic
to get them out of there safely.
The plan was solid, but there were still too many unknowns, and it as making
Derek twitch. Under normal circumstances, he would never execute an ambush with
such little information.
Who all was within the compound? Was Kate really there? How many weapons did
they have and how prepared were they for attack? Were Stiles and Victoria even
reachable? Were they being tortured?
The thought had him grinding his fangs into his gums, growling low. The bond
was in a constant state of pain and longing, so he really wouldn’t know if
Stiles was being hurt. As if the touch-starvation wasn’t enough.
Derek was not accustomed to his skin aching like it was a wound. His lower
stomach was burning and his blood was hot.
Alphas were not meant to feel touch deprivation to such an extent, and so
quickly after separation. He was sure the traumatic nature of their situation
was making it worse.
But he didn’t doubt that it was also just a part of their bond. Derek and
Stiles had never been forcefully separated in their lives.
From the second Stiles was conceived, Derek had been with him. Even before
Stiles turned five, when they met, Derek would be invited over to the
Stilinski’s three times a week to spend some time with the boy while he slept.
They were simply not meant to be apart. So it would make sense that it would be
effecting Derek this much, Alpha or not.
He couldn’t even imagine what Stiles was going through, the amount of pain he
must be in. So despite the fact that they lacked information and were rushed in
every sense, there was nothing for it.
Derek and Dante needed their mates back, bottom line. And he would be damned if
they didn’t have them by lunch time.
He kept this image in his mind as they drove down the lit up highway, nighttime
dancing all around the cars.
                                       …
There were moments when things happened too fast, where you didn’t have time to
react and things went to hell in seconds.
And usually, that was Stiles’ entire life. So, one day, if and when he looked
back on this, he’d be happy his mind was half an inch away from shutting off
completely.
Because, as slow as his brain was working, it made the next moment slow as
well. Stiles knew Gwen was going to stab him.
There was no hesitation in her stare, no wavering of the blade as it came for
him. Stiles’ desperation to see Derek again, to see all of his pack, made him
move.
The knife sunk into the mattress as he rolled off the bed. His hand made its
way to his pocket, grabbing and throwing another small clump of hair onto the
ground.
He turned over to see Gwen, poised above him and ready to strike. Stiles made a
slow dash to slide under the bed but Rex acted first.
His body slammed into Gwen, throwing her off balance and off the bed. Stiles
couldn’t wait, he started crawling under the bed and began heading to the door.
His limbs were moving, somehow, but they didn’t feel like it. It was like
swimming through syrup, but in reality he was moving much faster. And
everything hurt.
He scrambled to his feet once he was out from under the bed. He turned to look
at the fallen bodies of Gwen and Rex, only to see Gwen with her yellow eyes,
snarled lips, and knife pointed toward Rex.
Stiles screamed, or tried to, the sound was muddled and hazy to his own ears.
He threw himself forward, on top of Rex’s body as Gwen’s knife shot down.
Stiles felt it slice into his side, cutting a deep gash on his hip. But she
didn’t stop, the blade cutting down and piercing into Rex’s stomach.
Had Stiles not been on top of him, the knife would have gone all the way
through, but it was only able to sink a couple of inches in before she pulled
it out.
Rex screamed anyway and at this point, Stiles was really holding out for
someone to hear them. He willed his wolf to the surface and clawed his hand
forward.
The sharp points dragged through the flesh of Gwen’s arm that held the knife.
She dropped it and Stiles let loose.
His mind was still slow to process, but his movements were not. His wolf was
wild with abandon as he ripped up her legs.
Stiles was snarling and his body hovered over Rex’s protectively. Gwen stumbled
to the ground, unable to get any good scratches in from her position.
Stiles took the opportunity to pick Rex up, grab the knife and one of Derek’s
shirts, and run. He was not coherent enough to know exactly what was going on,
except that he was running.
He sprinted into the dense forest, Rex’s body bouncing in his grasp. It was too
dark to really see anything, and Stiles could barely hear.
He did make sure to toss random globs of hair from his pocket and onto the
ground. If he didn’t know where they were, he would make damn sure someone
would be able to find them.
So Stiles was going on blind luck here, especially as things started going dark
in his mind. The last thing he remembered was the pain running up and down his
thighs, even as he stopped moving and collided with the ground.
                                       …
They had arrived a few hours before dawn. They drove into a small city off the
interstate and stashed the cars in random places.
After that, they packed everything they needed onto their backs, shifted, and
began their trek up through the tress.
Derek sent scouts to find the exact location of the compound and quickly
returned. They were now stationed several miles away, far from any werewolves
scent receptors and were waiting.
Derek, Talia, and Dante all went over the plan and were quick to brief the
entire horde. Now, Derek sat on a log, sharpening his favorite blade and
watching as his agents got ready.
They were all dressed similarly, black shirt, pants, and shoes. Gun holsters
were strapped to their backs, carrying their preferred handguns.
Next were the knives. They were strewn all over their bodies, placed for easy
access or made to be hidden underneath clothing.
Derek preferred short swords as his main weapon, crisscrossed over his back and
ready to be drawn. He had always liked close combat.
Others carried large rifles, especially his snippers which were covered in
leaves and branches. They would be stationed within the trees, watching over
the others as they infiltrated the compound.
Once the ambush was set into motion, their jobs would be to pic off anyone who
was running, whether it be for weapons, to fight, or to simply flee.
Derek had no intentions of holding back and he made sure every one of them knew
it. They were all ready.
Talia gave him a kiss on the cheek, her eyes pained with worry. Derek pulled
her in for a hug, trying to calm her down.
“Everything is going to be ok.” He whispered into her ear. She pulled away, her
eyes slightly red and wet, but she nodded.
Derek gave one last parting look to his pack who were still shifted. They
flashed their eyes back at him and they set off.
Hiking to the compound, while tedious, was the easiest part of the expedition.
All of his agents were trained for every type of terrain based travel and they
made good time.
They all scented the compound well before they saw it. And it took Derek off
guard. He had expected to smell metal, gunpowder, and rage.
But instead, he caught whiffs of pastries and barbeque among the musk of the
trees. The heartbeats were many but they were all rhythmic with sleep.
One scent, made Derek stall. Children. Even the fresh scent of newborns was
catching in his nose and his brain did flips.
This was not expected. And of every unknown he had tried to guess, the presence
of children at the compound was not one of them.
The captive hunter had been right about the construction. It was meant for
disguise, but Derek had never imagined for it to be an actual vacation house.
This complicated things immensely. Derek wasn’t ignorant of fighting and the
toll it took on civilians. But he had always planned his strategies to avoid
hurting innocents.
And it had always worked. Mostly because fights like this were rare and if they
did happen, kids were never really present.
He gave the orders to not harm any of the children in the house, and to avoid
injuring teenagers unless it was in defense.
But all of his agents knew as well as he did, they would be able to avoid
unnecessary harm now, but once the ambush began, there was no guarantee.
He sent a text to his mom, knowing she would try and prepare the pack for what
they would encounter. But a sick feeling started to overtake him.
Derek sent in his scouts once again, and they began entering the compound. His
snippers climbed the trees to find the best vantage points at the same time.
It took a good thirty minutes for his agents to return and they quickly drew up
rough blue prints of the entire place.
They noted where guards were stationed, and reported the first floor to be
virtually unreachable. Many were still awake and watching TV. Derek and the
rest studied the layout and planned accordingly.
“Unit one take the third floor, unit two and three take the second, and four,
station yourselves around the compound.”
And then, they were off. Stiles could be anywhere inside but he suspected he
was in the underground level.
His agents had been unable to venture that far as it was caged in and guarded.
He would just have to find out. But before that, he had to take out as many
hunters as he could.
He had a silencer twisted onto the barrel of his gun and his point of entry
would be the third story window.
He was able to climb nearby trees, vines, and window seals to land safely on
the balcony. After that, he picked the window locks and slid inside.
The quiet of the house was masked by the sound of pumping hearts but he knew
just how loud his footprints would sound to any weres inside.
His scouts had noted various cabins spread along the area and he had to guess
that was where any wolves or guests would be staying.
Hunters were not above working with their prey, but they were pretentious
enough to not like sleeping in their presence.
Derek glided along the hallways and began entering rooms. He was quick to spot
various hunters whom he’d been searching for.
He didn’t need to use bullets for this part, so he merely injected them with
small needles. They would send a sedative into the blood and would put them out
for hours.
His gun was drawn, but only in case someone awoke. Derek was not opposed to
killing, but he would only do so if provoked.
So the sound behind him, as he administered another sedative, immediately
triggered him into action. He whirled around, bringing his gun up.
It was a boy, about twenty, if he had to guess. He was gapping at Derek, like
he couldn’t believe what he was seeing but a look of rage quickly came over
him. Derek’s brain worked double time.
The boy was about to scream, and Derek couldn’t let that happen. It would wake
up the entire house and they would be caught before he could call in
reinforcements. And he would never find Stiles.
A bullet left his gun and sunk into the boys head and blood spurted out the
other side. Derek watched him go down and he took a moment to gather himself.
The kid was so young. He had killed before but this felt different. For all
Derek knew, young or not, the boy may have murdered several his kin, but that
didn’t make the sickness in his stomach go down. He could be an innocent. Derek
would probably never know.
It was necessary, but he would never like it. Another agent had been close and
together they walked the body back into his room, laying him in bed.
Derek looked into his agents eyes, clapping him on the shoulder for
reassurance. And then they were off again.
Derek began his descent downstairs, coming up behind several guards and
dispatching them with a sedative needle or more bullets, depending on the
situation.
He knew the first floor was covered in hunters, all awake. Their voices were
soft in his ears and he had done all he could for now.
He transmitted a signal to his mother and waited. It didn’t take long for the
sound of howls to fill the air. The way all the voices in the house silenced
was a sign of their status as hunters.
To others, what may just be a normal animal within the forest, was an
abomination to them. After that, all hell broke loose.
It was time to find Stiles.
                                       …
Kevin had been inside, speaking to Kate about what to do with Victoria and
Stiles. The girl hadn’t been fed all day and she suggested using her as bait.
Kevin truly didn’t care, he only wanted Stiles. So he had shrugged and Kate had
grinned. That’s when he heard the scream.
It was Rex. It was faint, and Kate noticed nothing but he quickly excused
himself. After he stepped outside of the compound, he ran.
He tore through the cabin, and crashed into a bloody Gwen. Her face was wild,
her curls frizzy so they looked as if they floated around her head.
She was wolfed out and angry but Kevin thrusted her back. It became immediately
clear that Stiles was not there. It was his turn to get mad.
He shifted and roared at her. Older sister or not, she was still omega and she
shrunk back from the sound.
He didn’t waste time with her, simply turning around and catching onto Stiles’
scent. He began tracking it when he felt his shirt tugged back.
“Wait!” He whirled on Gwen but didn’t strike. “Kevin, listen to me, let him
come to you. The kid is touch-starved, he needs an Alpha. There’s been cases
where an omega will break the bond with their Alpha and choose another when
they really need it. This has to happen.”
She smiled, deep and convincing. That sounded…logical. Let Stiles get so worn
out that he was driven back to him by instinct.
That might even seal their bond. He began nodding and Gwen grinned, patting his
shoulder and turning around.
“Come on, we should eat something.” Kevin followed her back inside, his mind
wavering on Stiles.
Wolves didn’t die from touch-starvation. At least, that’s what Gwen had told
him.
                                       …
Stiles would owe Rex for the rest of his life. After he had collapsed, the boy
had dragged him further away.
Stiles had gone in and out of consciousness while it happened, his eyes
catching onto the glimmering of stars through the thicket overhead.
It was almost peaceful, except for the raging fire that was his body. Back in
the hotel room it had hurt, like needles dancing on each cell.
He had screamed and cried. But now, he couldn’t even manage that. He imagined
it was like being in a comma even though you were aware of everything around
you.
You could feel, but show no signs of it. He was trapped inside of himself while
he burned. Never in his life had he been in this much pain, and if he survived,
he hoped he never would again.
It didn’t help that he had a bleeding gash that was only being irritated by the
twigs he was dragged over. His healing ability was severely diminished and the
loss of blood was making him woozy.
Rex may be human, but the kid was strong and desperate. He was making little
huffing noises, pulling on Stiles’ shirt with a vice grip.
“It’s gonna be ok Stiles, you’re going to be ok.” Rex whispered, pain tingling
on the edges of his voice. He had been stabbed and Stiles felt a pang of guilt,
even through the haze.
They eventually stopped, Rex falling over from exertion and pain and Stiles
couldn’t even check on him. He was barely able to hear the boy’s labored
breathing at this point.
Suddenly, Rex shot up, and he gasped.
“Wolves,” he said. What the hell did that mean?
Chapter End Notes
     NO KILLING ME. There is no way a battle scene happens in one
     chapter!! Not one this length at least!
     However, I am seriously loving some fighting, protective Stiles and
     BAMF Derek! MPH.
     Any more thoughts on our manipulated Kevin? Our HORRIBLE GWEN? Next
     chapter is going to be crazy right off the bat, so get pumped!
     Love y'all! I hope everyone has an amazing week. <3
***** Chapter 31 *****
Chapter Notes
     Let's get right to it!
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                                  Chapter 31
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“I can hear werewolves. T-They are howling.” Rex said, his skin trembling. He
was scared but Stiles felt a burst of energy.
He knew it was them. His Alpha had come for him, just like he had promised.
Stiles was able to move his body marginally, his wolf pushing through him to
help.
But it wasn’t nearly enough to get him anywhere. He moaned in frustration and
tilted his back to check on Rex.
The boy was staring out, paralyzed. Blood flowed freely form the wound in his
stomach and Stiles thought it would probably be smarter if they stayed.
He couldn’t protect either of them right now, and if he could stay alive long
enough for Derek to find him, then maybe he had a chance.
“Rex, don’t be afraid. They’re my pack, they won’t hurt you.” His body was
trying it’s best to restore his senses and he could just barely make out the
noises of them coming closer.
By the sound of it, all of them had come and Stiles was overwhelmed. Rex was
starting to breathe heavier by the second so Stiles tried to calm him down.
“It’s going to be ok, they just want to get me and Victoria back.”
“N-No. They’re gonna call Kent.” Stiles was confused by that.
“Who’s Kent?”
“The l-leader of the organization. He has compounds all around here. Everyone
is g-gonna die.”
                                       …
Derek threw himself down the stairs, landing just as the front windows crashed.
No one even noticed him through the noise and he quickly drew his swords from
behind his back.
Then, he fought. Various hunters grabbed easy access weapons and joined the
fray. Bullets flew everywhere.
But a downside to using guns meant you needed a clear shot, and with the
hunters clearly overwhelmed, that was what they lacked.
On the other side of things, Derek wielded two blades and he was slicing his
way through every person who attacked him.
Then, he turned on anyone trying to shot his pack mates. It was shocking to be
fighting along with people he had grown up with, aunts and uncles who were now
shredding through flesh and bone right beside him.
But bullets were also ripping through them at the same time. Derek made as
large a hole as he could to the stairs leading underground and flung himself
down.
Heavily built guards were sending waves of bullets at anyone who tried to gain
access to the underground area.
Derek picked up a dead body of a hunter strewn on the ground, lifting it up in
front of him, and charged forward.
The body was shot countless times, some of the shrapnel punching through it to
scratch over Derek’s flesh. The Alpha barely noticed.
He barreled forward and started slicing and stabbing. He whirled as one by one
they attacked him. After they went down he started scanning the room.
A single door stood in the back and he dragged one of the bodies over to the
hand reading scanner. It unlocked and he busted inside.
It was large and white, with translucent panes of glass separating the rooms.
Weapons littered the walls and floors of some. In the others, were bodies.
They were strapped down to tables, with tubes going in and out of them. They
were all weres, in different stages of their shifts.
Some were different colors, others had horrible disfigurements that were
pulsing. Derek roared, feeling himself half shift.
They were testing on them. It didn’t surprise him so much, that’s how they must
have discovered the effects of wolfsbane and foxgrain.
But seeing it, was different. The howl drew several of his pack mates
downstairs and they all gazed at the horror in front of them.
“Defend this room, do not let any get inside.” He growled, his voice distorted
on the edges. The wolves all went to stand guard, ready for anything.
Derek couldn’t stay here any longer because if he noticed anything about the
room, it was that Stiles wasn’t in it.
                                       …
“Rex, Kent is the leader of what organization? The one that got Kate out of the
institution? Where are they?” Stiles tried to convey any type of urgency, but
it was near impossible with him being laid out on the forest floor. There was
no reply.
“Rex!” It came out with a normal volume and Stiles wanted to punch something.
“Y-Yes,” The boy jumped, “they are all around here. Hundreds of them. I have to
go!” Rex was trying to stumble up, his hand clutching his bleeding belly.
“No! No you can’t go, they could kill you, stay here!”
“B-But Jake is still there. They’ll hurt him,” he started hiccupping and
crying. He fell on the ground next to Stiles, unable to walk any further.
Stiles pulled a shaky arm up to touch Rex’s leg in a sad show of comfort.
“Whose Jake, maybe we could figure something out but you gotta help me.” Stiles
heard the sound of alarms, going off all over the forest and he felt tension
tighten in his gut.
“M-My m-m-mate.” Rex whimpered and Stiles froze. “He’s a wolf, t-they promised
to keep us alive if we did what they said. B-But if they are being attacked,
they’ll kill him and the others.”
Stiles brain was not in any state to be thinking right then but he tried
anyway. Rex had a wolf mate, which made sense.
They had sent him to help Stiles not only because he was a kid, but also
because he was a part of Kevin’s pack.
But, of course the hunters wouldn’t allow weres anywhere near them unless they
had a deal. The hunters don’t kill what was left of the NY packs, and the
wolves would help them target other weres.
If they were being ambushed though, no wolf would be saved. Stiles began to
hear yelling and the footsteps of hundreds of people.
Kent, whoever the man was, had an army of his own. Kate’s compound had been a
cover, but dozens of others must be hidden within the trees, filled with
hunters, and they were all coming out now.
He needed to tell Derek. Stiles’ breathing started coming faster, and he fought
through the pain. His body must have agreed that, despite his sickness, he
needed to move.
So while it felt like popping broken bones, Stiles was able to push his body
up. He was hyperventilating with the effort, but he kept pushing.
“Come on, we need to get back down there.” Derek would be looking for them, and
Stiles was going to find him.
They needed to retreat. The Hale pack was strong, but when matched against an
equally large group of hunters, packing what were no doubt wolfsbane bullets,
they would be massacred.  
Rex found it in him to stand up again, even if his human body was extremely
slow to heal. He helped Stiles as best he could, and together they stumbled
forward.
Each step felt like his bones were being battered together like a pestle
against mortar. But slowly, they progressed.
Stiles heard movement behind them, not too close to reveal them but definitely
close enough that they’d be found soon.
He grabbed Rex and thrusted him upward.
“Grab onto a branch and start climbing.” He whispered and Rex did as told,
scrambling up the bark. Stiles jumped and grabbed onto another branch, narrowly
holding back his scream of pain.
They had climbed a good distance up when people started to emerge from the
bushes. Stiles gaped down at them.
There really were hundreds of them, all armed with rifles. No one spoke, the
air obviously tense. They were jogging, staring straight ahead and Stiles was
relieved.
Both his and Rex’s blood was splattered all over the ground but they didn’t
seem to notice. It was still too dark in the early hours of morning and they
were too focused.
Stiles took the opportunity to rip his own t-shirt off, replacing it with
Derek’s that he’d brought. He then ripped up the material and started wrapping
it tightly around Rex’s wound.
It really wasn’t as deep as it could have been, and despite the blood, Stiles
could tell it had hit no major organs.
If anything, that was a good sign. They waited until the hunters passed and
Stiles desperately held onto his panic.
If he allowed himself to calm down, he feared his body would give out entirely.
And now was really not the time.
 
                                       …
Derek was wild. He cut through people, their blood soaking into his clothes and
skin as he went. He eventually made it outside, only to land in more chaos.
But then, yells came from the forest. And like a shockwave, hunters started
pouring out into the open. Derek roared at his pack, warning them.
And then the bullets came. Derek flew back inside, the only idea he had sitting
like a thumping bolder in his mind.
If they found his mate, they would kill him. He couldn’t let that happen. So he
ran back downstairs, dodging bullets and punches on the way down.
His pack mates were fighting more hunters, attempting to keep them from the
room where their weapons were.
Derek weaved through them and pushed through the door. He quickly looked around
and his eyes caught onto what he needed.
He walked up to the syringes, grabbing one filled with orange liquid. He didn’t
hesitate uncapping it and sinking it deeply into his neck.
Derek felt the foxgrain shoot into his bloodstream and pump through his heart.
And just like last time, his body morphed.
It was less painful this time, probably because of the adrenaline helping the
process along. He felt his clothes tear and he dropped his swords, he wouldn’t
need them.
The Alpha turned around, his shoulders pressing up into the roof. He never
thought he would be doing this again, but this time, he didn’t fight the
aggression that took over.
This time, he knew exactly who he wanted to kill. He rammed through the door
with a roar, feeling the drywall crumble over his fur.
And he started attacking. Every sense was sharper, and he picked up the smell
of hunter immediately. His claws and teeth targeted it.
Before he knew it, he was covered in blood and was upstairs. Everyone, even his
own pack, watched in stunned silence as he rose above them and let out a
chilling growl.
Bullets came at him, maybe even sinking into his muscles, but he didn’t notice.
Instead, he barreled through the house into the forest air.
The hunters who had come were now everywhere and Derek went for them, shredding
their bodies apart the second he touched them.
A chorus of howls came from behind him and he turned to gaze. More wolves were
cascading through, jumping into the fray with abandon.
It was only when Derek’s eye caught onto one wolf that he knew what was going
on. Even through his rage, he could see the Xue pack’s coat of arms hanging
from the neck of a large and sleek wolf.
The Alpha roared and Derek returned the gesture. Zhang Wei had come, his pack
ready to assist in any way.
No matter how many hunters came out of the forest, they’d be met with total
resistance. Derek whirled around and was about to let loose again when a sweet
scent drifted over the wind.
It wafted through his nose and he let out one, booming howl. A calling sound,
meant for a single wolf. And with that, he began tracking the scent, killing
anyone who stepped into its path.
                                       …
Stiles and Rex might as well have jumped out of the tree. It would have felt
the same considering they basically fell from branch to branch on the way down.
Would have been quicker too.
By now, the sound of screams, shooting, and inhumane growls were punching in
every direction. Stiles was holding Rex up to the best of his ability.
Which was sad considering Rex was very much acting as his human crutch. Either
way, they were making their way slowly through the forest.
Until they heard the howl. Stiles’ entire body lit up, turning the fire in his
veins into something much heavier.
He knew it was Derek. The sound itself was off but his instincts reacted
immediately to it. And while the howl was helping him keep moving, it didn’t
change the fact that Stiles was sick and wounded.
His voice was mostly shot, so any reply howl was impossible. Add onto the fact
that his side had only just stopped bleeding and that he was still very much
touch deprived, and he was out of luck.
Stiles pushed his legs harder, his wolf trying to help. Derek was so close to
finding him, to saving him. And with the entire situation going to hell, that
is all he really wanted.
                                       …
Derek tracked the scent to a cabin, close enough to the compound but very much
off to the side. He crashed through the door, unable to hold onto any sense of
gentleness.
What he found, were wolves, huddled together for protection. They were all
relatively young, some even pups, but they did not smell like pack.
They all flashed their eyes at him, baring their necks and bellies in a show of
submission. Derek had no time for them and pressed his large body onto all
fours.
He pushed the bed up with his shoulder blades, his muzzle ghosting over the
floor until his eyes and nose picked up the scent.
It was a chunk of hair, Stiles’ hair. He growled in approval, knowing what to
look for. But his mate’s scent was not concentrated inside so he’d have to use
more than scent to find him.
Blood was on the ground, also belonging to his mate but also to a human. With a
warning growl to the others, he left.
His omega was injured, and with another human that could very well be a hunter.
One that he’d eat whole if he found him.
Derek quickly found the trail of blood and hair leading further off into the
forest and he bolted, knowing he would find Stiles at the end of it.
                                       …
Rex was really struggling, and Stiles slowed down considerably to let him catch
his breath. But his skin was still buzzing, begging him to keep moving but he
couldn’t leave the boy.
Another howl came, only feet away. And Stiles barely had a second to look up
from Rex before he was quite literally, tackled to the ground.
It was like being set on fire after having frostbite. Every centimeter of skin
swelled up to meet Derek’s fur and his body was completely enveloped.
He gasped, the sound coming out as a wet sob and he clutched onto the big body.
Stiles was somewhat aware that monster Derek was back, but he truly didn’t
care.
His body felt completely overwhelmed, wave after wave of sensation rolling over
his skin and muscles. He was whimpering desperately, nuzzling in closer to
Derek’s warmth. His chest felt like it was bursting open.
The Alpha was letting out a string of growls, completely lost over to his
animal side as he pulled the omega’s body tightly to his chest.
A delayed scream from behind them stopped everything. Suddenly, Stiles was out
of Derek’s hands, on the ground, and completely out of his mind.
Rex had a hand covering his mouth, staring up at the hulking mass of fur that
was Derek. But the Alpha was too far gone to register much of anything.
Except that there was a strange human, too close to his mate. So he roared at
Rex, about to snap him between his jaws.
“NO DEREK NO!” Stiles yelled and it gave him pause. Derek wasn’t able to
process language properly anymore, but his mate was distressed. Probably from
the human in front of him.
So he was about to get back to killing it when his omega gave out a high-
pitched yelp, one that screamed of pain and fear. Derek whirled around and all
the air rushed out of his body.
Stiles was being held against the chest of a man, a dagger pointed out from his
stomach, dripping with blood. Beside him stood Kate and Gwen, two large guns in
their hand, the barrels pointed at him.
“Hello Derek. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”
Chapter End Notes
     First off, NO FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER.
     1.) If y'all have been here for a while, you know I love me some
     cliffhangers.
     and 2.) We are in the middle of a battle scene!! No matter where I
     end it, it would be a cliffhanger. SO NO KILLING THE AUTHOR.
     Now, this just got A SHIT TON MORE CRAZY. There's SO many people in
     the fight now and it is insane! How about Zhang Wei's awesome
     entrance tho! They were serious when it came to paying them back. And
     where is Dante and Victoria????? And Kevin?????
     We will have to find out!!
     Talk to you all later <3 Love you.
     P.S Don't kill me *Hides face*
***** Chapter 32 *****
Chapter Notes
     AAAAAAAAN HERE WE GO.
     HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEARS!!!! <3 I am actually quite pumped for 2017,
     and I hope you are all as well!!
     Enjoy :)
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                                  Chapter 32
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This was really not Stiles’ day. The metal sticking out of his stomach, coated
with red, was probably the best example of that.
Derek was growling and it was so loud, any other sounds were drowned out. His
body was shaking, his fur twitching in every direction.
Stiles had tried to look for Rex but was unable to see him. He hoped he had ran
off and would get away to safety. Especially as things were only getting worse.
Derek was trying to calm down, and Stiles couldn’t imagine what that was like.
From what his mate had told him, being under the influence of foxgrain was like
being held hostage to your animal side.
Your wolf turned into something more wild and out of control. The human within
could only observe through a small window, and sometimes, not at all.
Derek must be yelling inside of the beast’s mind, trying to reason with it not
to jump and kill immediately. And Stiles desperately hoped he won.
Beside him, were wolfsbane loaded guns, Stiles could smell it. It would take
several rounds to take Derek down. Or they could just kill Stiles and Derek
would die as well.
The fact that they didn’t, meant they wanted something.
“Stiles, it is clear your mate is in no shape to negotiate with us. However, it
would be in both of your best interests to come with us.” A voice said into his
ear.
It sounded hard and scratchy, like it had been exposed to smoke one to many
times, but firm in its resolve.  Stiles didn’t even bother replying.
Even if he could, he knew they would do whatever they wanted anyway.
“Talk to him. You are dangerously close to death and we still need you. So, we
will not keep you two separated. But before that happens, he needs to know not
to kill us while we take you to a secured area.”
“D-D-Der?” He whimpered, stomach clenching around the blade. Derek whimpered in
the back of his throat, claws curling further in.
“You n-need to calm down sourwolf. T-They won’t hurt me.” Derek growled, ready
to pounce. “STOP!” The wolf hesitated, falling to all fours and looking
directly into his eyes.
“Please. Calm down. It’ll be ok. I’m right here.” That’s when ten darts
simultaneously sank into the Alpha’s body, draining the sedative inside of them
into his body.
Stiles cried out, seeing the body of his mate fall over hard. It didn’t take
long for something to pierce his own skin, and his world went black as well.
                                       …
Dante and Talia had rushed to answer Derek’s signal the second it came through.
And from there, it was madness.
Dante had seen a few fights, mostly between packs, and they were never
particularly serious. He’d even killed a couple of hunters who had been hanging
around his territory.
But this, was a full out battle. He kept sucking in breath after breath, trying
to catch Victoria’s scent. But every time he might have smelled her, a bullet
was flying his way or a blade was coming close to his body.
He’d eventually made his way from the house and into the chaos outside. Once
the hunters reinforcements came in, Dante knew he didn’t have long to find his
mate.
And with the Xue pack showing up, he could afford to go off and track her. And
truth be told, he found her by chance.
He’d been travelling deeper into the forest when a group of wolves jumped out
of a ditch and started running in a direction a hunter was pointing in.
Dante ran, seeing the small house below, and then he heard her. Her voice
sounded strained but determined, the thumps from her fists landing hard on the
wood.
He wrestled with the fences, clawing through it with some practice. He threw
his body up against the door until it crashed down.
Victoria had been beaten. Bruises spotted over his face and arms, one of her
eyes was swollen purple and she was weak.
Even still, she threw herself at Dante, crying into his fur. She shifted,
finding comfort with her wolf now that she was back with her Alpha.
They stayed like that for a while, nuzzling each other’s snouts and scenting
one another, almost forgetting their surroundings.  
His pack caught up with him, having broken through the fighting that was slowly
dying down. They jerked their heads, growling low.
Dante and Victoria leapt out of the ditch just in time to see a group of
hunters retreating away, holding onto bloody injuries as they went.
One look at his mate’s wounds and he felt anger rise through him. These people
had taken a pup from him, and had beaten his beta. He wasn’t going to let them
simply run away. And so, alongside his pack mates, they chased them, rage in
their eyes.
                                       …
Stiles woke up surrounded by fur, his body feeling like a tetris game, slowly
putting itself back together. The pain that had been doing its rounds over his
body had dulled into a warm ache.
He sighed, curling deeper into the chest he knew belonged to his Alpha. The
wolf had Stiles pulled so tightly to him that it was a surprise he could even
breathe.
And as nice as it was, reality had a nasty habit of snapping back into his
mind. Derek’s insistent growling didn’t exactly help either.
So Stile shot up right, only to have Derek roll his body underneath his and pin
him down. The Alpha was huffing, his head turned to look over his shoulder,
obviously wary.
There was a twinge of pain from his stomach and Stiles remembered that he’d
been stabbed. Right. Derek must have licked it at some point because it was
healing fast.
“Ok big guy, hey. Let me tell you, it is so good to see you.” Stiles pulled
Derek’s gigantic wolfy head back around to face him.
Yes, they were almost certainly under surveillance, and they really should be
doing more important things. But this was a reunion, dammit.
Stiles’ eyes were wet, a happy laugh hiccupping out of his mouth and Derek,
monster or not, got the message.
With an equally happy whine, the Alpha buried his head in Stiles’ neck, curling
his arms tightly around his waist.
Stiles clung to his neck and wrapped his legs around his mate’s hips. They
breathed in each other for what felt like seconds, until an intercom buzzed on.
“Very touching,” a man voice, Kent’s, sounded through the small room, “however,
I have other matter to attend to. So, you should both know, or Stiles really,
that you two will be detained here until the fighting stops. It is unfortunate
that I cannot make more use out of you, but I’d rather take you both alive.
Stay here and behave, it shouldn’t be long.”
Stiles scoffed, because really? He should count himself lucky since he, and
apparently Derek as well, were touch-stared. Otherwise they’d probably be
drugged up and used in the fight.
For now, they were just stuck in this room. Considering that his entire pack
was outside being shot made that feel a whole lot worse.
Derek also hadn’t stopped his growling and Stiles sighed.
“Ok Der, you need to let me up so I can, you know, look around, maybe get us
outta here.” Stiles tried pushing against his mate’s chest, only for the wolf
to snarl softly and bite his exposed neck.
The scent hit Stiles just as Derek started grinding down into him. The
aftershock made his brain stutter just as his dick plumped up.
Derek’s rut was almost starting. And, of course it was. They had the worst luck
on planet earth. After bonding, it didn’t take long for mates to synchronize
their cycles.
So it would have come early no matter what, but add on the trauma of the
separation and their sudden reunion, and that Derek was more beast than man
right now. And, of course it would happen.
“Ah!” Stiles whimpered as his body was physically thrusted upward. “Ok ok, why
don’t we-mmmgh-calm down?”
Let it be known that Derek had never been known for his listening skills. He
was fucking purring, lapping behind Stiles’ ear to attempt to get his mate to
become pliant.
In Derek’s world, they were safe for now, which mean sex needed to happen.
Maybe human Derek would have used his brain a little more, but human Derek was
decidedly not here.
And it was getting harder and harder for Stiles to deny him. He was an omega
whose Alpha close to his rut. He was not biologically made to say no right now.
And sure, he didn’t want to.
Not with the thickness of Derek’s cock rubbing up his thigh, the dick that
would surely not fit. It didn’t take Stiles long to start moaning, slick
leaking like a geyser.
 He was an inch from losing control, his mind too foggy from the touch
deprivation and his Alpha’s scent to do much other than relent.
So, he didn’t know whether to be afraid or grateful for the loud bang that
travelled through the walls. It stilled Derek for a moment, the Alpha tilting
his head up to inhale and try and find a scent.
Roaring, thrashing and clanging came from outside the room. The room itself was
completely plane, brown, with a metal door.
Had Stiles looked around earlier, he wouldn’t have found anything he could use
to escape. So it was just as well that a huge dent appeared in the door,
another growl coming afterward.
Derek stood up, putting himself between Stiles and whoever was trying to get in
and roared in warning. Their bad luck was just getting started wasn’t it?
Stiles got to his feet, his knees shaking from the stress running through him.
A few more hard hits and the door busted open, the heavy metal falling to the
floor.
And in walked in another hulking mass of wolf. The beast was smaller than
Derek, but no less aggravated. It didn’t take long for the scent to register in
Stiles’ mind. It was Kevin.
“Oh my god.” And then they went at each other. Ruts were unlike heats in that
it didn’t make Alpha’s less functional.
It made them more alert, more out of control, more viscous. And right now, all
Derek saw was another Alpha, threatening his claim to his mate. He was in the
best state to fight, but that also meant in the best state to kill.
And it was about that time again that Stiles completely freak out. He dodged
the two as they grappled, claws ripping into flesh and teeth snapping at each
other’s necks.
Stiles rounded them and ran out the door. He needed to find something and fast.
His foot caught on something and he tripped over it. And wouldn’t you know if
the impact didn’t cause his wound to tear a little.
Stiles looked down to see a gutted body on the floor and he gagged. With a hand
covering his mouth, he stood back up, clutching his stomach, and ran down the
small hallway.
More bodies were littered around the area, most likely guards who had tried to
stop Kevin. Suddenly, a body ran into the hallway and Stiles cursed. It was
Gwen.
She looked wild and she didn’t wait to start charging for him. Stiles was
morethan done with her. He growled, half shifting and meeting her halfway.
Stiles’ body was fighting him from leaving Derek’s side so his brain struggled
to get into the fight. Derek had taught him plenty of techniques, but Gwen had
been trained by hunters.
So really, it was a hell of a fight. Stiles threw his whole body at her and
they both fell. After that, it was all claws, teeth, and a lot of limbs.
Stiles barely felt the cuts and bites she inflicted, he was more focused on
slamming her into the wall and getting in his own jabs.
He looked around, noticing a body with a small dagger. He reached for it,
grabbing the hilt and pulling hard.
The blade flipped in his hand and he drove his arm down. It sunk into her rib
cage fast, her scream coming quickly afterwards.
Stiles backed up, a bit shaken. He’d never stabbed someone and seeing her
writhing on the floor was shocking. A growl came from behind him and he snapped
around.
Kevin was already well on his way, charging towards him. Stiles ducked just as
the wolf flew overhead, jaws clamping down hard on one of the brainwashed
wolves.
The pack of them had been sent in, ready to attack and kill. Derek was close
behind him, and together they tore their way through them.
Bullets started pouring into the hallway and Stiles dropped his belly to the
ground, covering his head. Turns out you could compact absolute chaos into a
single walkway.
Stiles crawled toward another body, stripping it of a handgun. He cocked it,
turned the safety off, and took a deep breath.
He quickly stood and aimed. He was a great marksmen and where Derek liked
blades, he liked guns. He aimed for any feral wolf or hunter who walked into
sight and who wasn’t already being killed.
Stiles pulled the trigger over and over again, watching as each one sank into
their target. Suddenly, a sharp pain zinged up through his leg and he looked
down.
Gwen had crawled over to him, pulling the dagger from her ribs and plunging it
into his foot. He cried out in pain and Derek swung his massive head around.
He prowled toward them, hunkering down to all fours to grab Gwen by the neck.
He lifted her up, her body dangling in his mouth and with a sharp snap, his
teeth cracked her spine.
She dropped like a weight to the ground, her eyes lifeless. Kevin roared
mournfully next to them and threw himself on Derek’s back.
Stiles lifted his gun with shaky hands, refusing to look at Gwen’s body any
longer. He aimed it for Kevin but hesitated.
He imagined the little boy he had first met in the locker room five years
before. The kid who had helped him up after he had gotten beat. The one who had
lost his parents to hunters and only had a deluded sister to lead him.
“KEVIN STOP PLEASE!” He screamed, hoping to get through to him. The wolf didn’t
so much as look at him.
Stiles bit his lip hard, aimed, and shot. The bullet snagged into Kevin’s
shoulder, throwing him sideways and off Derek’s back.
Derek looked at Stiles, eyes recognizing something. He turned toward Kevin,
grabbing the body and throwing his head hard into the wall.
The body went limp and fell to the floor. Stiles gasped, hand going to his
mouth. More fighting was going on outside but they had cleared the hallway.
Even with the silence, Derek was still agitated. He prowled over to the omega,
grabbing the knife and pulling it out of his foot. Stiles shouted but didn’t
resist as his mate pulled him close.
He nuzzled Stiles’ neck gently, in apology, before picking him up in his arms
and running through the hallway.
They burst out into another room and Derek was quick to pick up the quickest
route outside. Stiles looked around and saw a group of hunters running past
them.
He looked back and figured out why. Dante, alongside a shifted Victoria, were
chasing them all down with their pack mates.
Derek was content to shield Stiles but otherwise he made no effort to move.
Dante was about to catch one when a shot rang out and the dark wolf tumbled to
the ground.
Stiles looked back to see Kate, a gun poised on her shoulder even as blood ran
thickly down her face. Her eyes were wild like Gwen’s had been but were much
more determined.
Derek and Stiles were off to the side, shrouded by the tree canopy even as the
sun was rising. No one noticed them. The Alpha set Stiles down gently, licking
his neck once and stalked closer to the female.
Victoria had cried and ran up to her mate who was struggling to get back up.
Stiles was relieved that he was still alive but his focus was primarily on his
own mate who was going to give him a heart attack.
And then Kate started shooting. Stiles screamed out just as Derek charged
through the trees at her. Kate didn’t see him coming and Derek knocked her
down.
Stiles looked away, but the sound of screaming and snapping bones was enough to
fill in the details. He only looked back when he heard his mate’s muffled
growling.
Kate’s still alive body was hanging loosely from Derek’s jaws. The Alpha stood
up, reared his upper body back, and threw her across into the air.
Dante ran, albeit with a pronounced limp, and grabbed Kate out of the air,
finishing her off with another vicious crunch, her screams dying in her throat.
The other hunters had taken their chance and ran, disappearing into the forest.
The remaining wolves were silent, looking at one another with pensive stares.
The sky lit up with howls, coming from all around them. It was a victory call
and slowly, they all joined in, not exactly believing it could be over.
But as Derek came over to his mate and collapsed on top of him, Stiles hoped it
was.
Chapter End Notes
     BAM BITCHES. I, again, have no words. Like, after all the anxiety and
     stress and fighting, I just feel like I want to fall over and sleep.
     Don't think we are done!! What happened to Rex? Is Kevin actually
     dead? What about Kent!?!?! Tune in next time friends! <3
     Let me know what you felt!!! Kate and Gwen are dead!!!! It definitely
     happened fast, as I think is appropriate and realistic for situations
     like these. But I want some reflection in the next chapter.
     Like I said before, I hope your year is off to a great start! <3 Talk
     to you later!
***** Chapter 33 *****
Chapter Notes
     And here we have it. We are winding down the chapters now guys but I
     fully plan to make sure everything is settled. I'm not sure if we
     have one, two, or even three left, but either way I hope you like
     them.
     Enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 33
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Stiles knew there were things to be done, bodies to be picked up, and packs to
restore. But he couldn’t move.
Instead, he was sitting sideways on Derek’s lap, his head tucked under the
Alpha’s with his forehead pressed against his chest.
Derek’s hand was running up and down his back, purring softly to comfort his
omega. Stiles had his own hand cupping Derek’s neck, his thumb soothing back
and forth.
No one bothered them, most likely because nothing was actually happening. The
only sounds in the air were crying wails or broken howls.
Everyone else was sitting down, hands running down their face and exhaustion
leaking from their bodies.
Speaking of bodies, they were everywhere. Derek refused to let Stiles look,
keeping his face turned toward him. But the scent was enough to get a clear
picture.
They had succeeded, he guessed. Battles weren’t ever really won. Someone just
ran out of steam faster. But there was no real winning when Derek was staring
at the bloody, rotting bodies of his kin.
They were just beginning to move them elsewhere, but everyone was waiting on
trucks to collect and transport all of the bodies.
For now, they were left to deteriorate right in front of them. Suddenly, a jolt
went through Stiles. He sat up right, looking at Derek with wide eyes.
“Rex.” Was all he said and he took off, jumping off his mate and running up to
Talia who was standing nearby. Derek wasted no time in following right after
him.
“Stil-“ Talia began, nodding to him but he quickly cut her off.
“Were there any captives??? Especially a little boy with brown curls and blue
eyes and is human and saved my life and got away when Derek and I were taken
and needs to be okay. Where-“
Talia held up a hand, stopping him and stifling a smile.
“Your little friend is fine. Any captives were taken back into the house. I’ll
show you.” Talia began walking off toward the compound and Stiles blushed back
at Derek.
“Sorry, ah, I was worried.” Derek pulled him back in, kissing his head before
turning and leading them both after Talia.
The once spotless building was now covered in glass, blood, and crumbling
walls. All the bodies had been moved out but otherwise it was still a wreck.
Stiles’ eyes landed on a small body seated in the lap on a teenager. The two
were being watched but were otherwise left unrestrained and alone.
“Rex!” He yelled and ran over. The little boy looked up, groggy and tired. His
eyes lit up immediately when he saw the other omega.
“S-Stiles!” He smiled and the teen looked over at him, shocked.
“You’re really Stiles?” He asked. He must be Jake, Rex’s mate. The boy looked
around thirteen, his arms wrapped protectively around his little omega.
He had spiky blonde hair and brown eyes that were wary and tired. Stiles
nodded, a bit confused.
“They’ve both been waiting to meet you two.” Talia said from behind them,
crossing her arms and looking satisfied. “Derek, Stiles, meet Jake and Rex.
Jake is fourteen and Rex is eight. Apparently, they’ve known about you for a
while.”
Derek and Stiles shared a look, gazing back at the two kids.
“We heard about you guys a long time ago. You’re the most famous case of mates
with large age differences that meet when they’re young. You’re the reason I
decided to stay with Kevin’s pack and with Rex.” Jake said, a little unsure.
Stiles raised his hands. “Wait, hold up. Explain this to me again.” Jake and
Rex looked nervous but Talia filled the silence.
“I never told you about it, but back in day I used to get a lot of interview
offers. I never hid the fact that my son was mated at such a young age, and
many people were interested. It was either I let them interview me, answer any
questions they may have had and keep you away from prying eyes. Or, they would
end up going to your schools and getting the information themselves. I wanted
to protect you both so there were many articles written about your relationship
that you never knew about. Nothing personal, just the facts. It would seem Jake
here met Rex when his pack was targeted by the hunters. Rex was barely past
infancy but Jake knew right away, just like Derek did. He read some of the
articles, and decided to stay here, with what was left of the packs. Kevin and
Gwen eventually came around and promised to help him keep in contact with Rex
if he joined their pack. Rex here convinced Kevin to help you with you because
he wanted to help you escape. And Jake delayed the signal sent to Kent, he
bought us time.”
Talia ended her speech with a grin and Stiles just gaped at her. Derek sighed,
running a palm down his face.
“Okay. One, I need to read these articles. I can’t even believe they exist.
Two,” Stiles said, turning to the boys, “you’re crazy!”
Stiles kneeled next to the chair, wrapping his arms around Rex who gave a
shocked squeak and Jake who stiffened in surprise.
“Thank you,” he whispered. Stiles had never known it, but his story had helped
others. And because of that, Rex and Jake were probably one of the main reasons
him, his mate, and his pack were still alive.
Small hands eventually wound their way around him and Stiles smiled brightly,
especially as Derek came over and clapped both of the boys on the back.
As bad as the situation was, this made it a little better.
                                       …
Stiles didn’t know the exact number, and he didn’t really want to know. But it
was clear that they had lost a great many pack members.
On the way back, no one spoke. Every van that travelled down the highway was
silent, like a moving memorial.
So many had stayed behind to clean up the mess and gather more information.
Kent had gotten away, along with many others.
He was the head of the organization responsible for most every hunting attack.
He had planned to use Stiles and Derek for god knows what.
But after realizing the fight was mostly over, he fled, and no one had seen him
since. Stiles knew that he’d be on news channels and wanted lists.
And eventually, they’d find him. But right now, as his head lolled against
Derek’s shoulder, he couldn’t bring himself to think about the future.
Especially when he was horrifyingly behind on his online assignments and hadn’t
spoken to his parents in forever.
It was all vastly overwhelming and that wasn’t even counting Kevin. Turns out
Derek had sent men back for the other boy.
The Alpha had purposefully avoided killing him for Stiles’ sake. But the omega
didn’t really know how to feel about it.
Kevin’s body was paralyzed dude to the foxgrain and he was being transported to
Beacon Hills where he would be held until Derek and the rest of his agents went
back to interrogate him.
Derek had offered to let him be there but Stiles was undecided. And, of course,
Derek was another problem all on his own.
Stiles hadn’t expected him to react so strongly to being near him again. After
all, he’d been with him for a decade. But finally, with things calmed down, it
was clear that his body was in serious need of his mate.
His skin had stopped hurting but now it was aching, like a sore muscle that
needed to be rubbed. Which was ridiculous considering how he was acting.
Just like after his heat, he was being touchy. Even now, they took up the
entire back of the van’s backseat because Derek’s legs were spread horizontal.
Stiles’ body was shoved between them, his upper body draped on Derek’s chest.
And he was snuggling up into his jaw, nuzzling his head on Derek’s scruff. And
he was humming because Derek was purring and they were probably making everyone
else uncomfortable.
And it was definitely Derek’s fault, and he whispered that to him but the Alpha
only nipped his ear. Derek was close to his rut.
In fact, the excess of hormones travelling through his blood was the only
reason he wasn’t paralyzed like last time.
His eyes were still black, which wasn’t hot in a demon-like way, not at all.
And his skin was still fading out of its red color, but Stiles couldn’t focus
on anything other than the scent coming off of him.
Derek’s ruts had always mad him go a little crazy. But this, after the whole
bonding, was on another level. It was the closest he had ever felt to a heat
without actually having it.
And yes, he was in a van with five other people. So no, rutting into his mate
and sucking marks into his neck while Derek’s fingers were dipping into the
cleft oh his ass was really not okay.
But Stiles was an inappropriate little fuck alright? And his mate was the last
person to care about their surroundings so…it was happening anyway.
So much so that by the time they arrived in the Xue territory, they were being
as filthy as they could, without actually having sex.
And the second the van stopped, every single person inside the car dove out and
left them to it. Derek didn’t waste a moment.
Suddenly Stiles was being pushed up, his chest pressed into the seat in front
of them, with his hips sticking out.
Derek sat behind him and he started stripping the omega. It was more like
ripping his clothes off but Stiles wasn’t so much paying any attention to it.
Especially when he was completely naked, with his legs spread and his hole
dripping openly and on display.
Derek had taken his shirt off but his patience had flown out the window so he
only bothered to unbutton and unzip his pants before dragging his cock out.
He then reached up, twining his fingers in Stiles’ hair and pulling back. The
omega gasped, his nipples rubbing hard on the fabric of the seat as he was
forced into an arched position.
“You want this baby? Have you missed my cock?” Stiles was panting, and drove
his hips down, moaning as his hole rubbed up and over Derek’s dick.
“Yes! Yes Alpha, missed it so much. Please fuck me.” Stiles tried aiming so
that he could impale himself but Derek made a quick grab for his hips, halting
them with one hand. Stiles whined but Derek only pulled his hair more,
chuckling deeply.
“Eager aren’t you pup? You’ve kept me waiting though, I think it’s only fair I
return the favor.” Slowly, the Alpha sank Stiles down.
He kept him suspended, only half penetrated, when he started thrusting
shallowly.  Stiles whimpered, only able to get a couple of inches down before
Derek forced him back up.
“W-Why? Hurry~”
“I won’t have any control once my rut begins, and right now I want to hear you
beg,” he growled the last word.
Stiles shivered. He was never particularly shy of talking during sex, but he
was never as vulgar as Derek was. And it was clear that a regular ol “please
Alpha fuck me” wasn’t going to do.
So he arched his back as much as he could, offering his ass up and baring his
neck sideways.
“I m-missed you so much. My body hurt every day, worse and worse because you
weren’t there. I needed you so bad,” he gasped when Derek suddenly leaned
forward, yanking him back and breathing onto his neck.  
“He didn’t touch you did he? He didn’t touch what’s mine?” Derek’s eyes were
red, Stiles could almost feel them flashing.
“N-“ Stiles stopped himself. He knew one way he could get Derek to snap and get
to it. “Not a big deal anymore. I’m with you now so ple-“ Derek growled,
interrupting him.
“What did he do to you.” It was a demand, not a question and Stiles’ eyes
flashed with the need to obey.
Stiles couldn’t lie, but Derek didn’t order him to answer so he kept his lips
shut tight. That only lit Derek’s fuse faster.
He pulled him back tightly to his chest, Stiles’ legs spread wide as they
dangled on either side of Derek’s thighs.
The Alpha reached around and pinched on of Stiles’ nipples hard, his other hand
wrapping around his eyes to serve as a blindfold.
Stiles yelped and tried bucking up but Derek held him back.
“Did he touch you here?” The fact that Derek was continuing to use his Alpha
tone was really starting to get to Stiles and the man knew it.
He rolled the nipple tightly in between his fingers and it sent a sharp current
straight to Stiles’ dick. Stiles had his hand covering Derek’s, his fingers
shaking.
He was high up on Derek’s chest, still only halfway down on his mare’s cock but
with one hard pull, he was forced all the way down and he screamed.
“D-Der, s’rough.” Stiles didn’t know if he was complaining or begging for more
but Derek didn’t seem worried. Instead, the man brought his hand down and
started jacking him off.
Stiles’ head lolled back, his breath panting out in fast bursts. He felt the
burning start to light up his entire lower half and drive forward.
And just as he was about to fall over the edge, Derek’s hand released, letting
his cock fall back against his stomach pitifully.
“Alpha?” Stiles was delirious, his hand trying to pull Derek’s back down but
the man wouldn’t budge. He simply licked up a long strip behind Stiles’ ear.
“Shh, we have to make sure your body still knows who it belongs to.” He curled
his hand once again around Stiles’ cock, pumping it fast and hard before
letting it go right before he came.
Stiles whined, pushing his hips out to receive any sort of friction. Derek
gently swatted his dick, watching as it bounced back and forth and growling at
his mate’s cries.
He could feel himself starting to lose more and more control. His rut had a day
or two to go but it was showing itself aggressively already.
He wanted to make this memorable for Stiles because in the coming week, there
would be no time for anything like this.
The high pitched whimper his omega let out was well worth the extra effort. And
he continued on like this, pulling Stiles to the edge quick and fast only to
let go right before.
“P-P-Please” Stiles whispered brokenly.
“Please what baby? You need to tell me.”
“L-Let me come. I p-promise he didn’t do anything. I s-swear. He used his scent
to make sure I d-didn’t die but I only want you. M-My body only wants you.
Please!”
“Shhhh pup, it’s ok.” Derek soothed. He could feel the wetness of tears
escaping Stiles’ eyes and dragging down his neck.
Slowly, he pushed Stiles forward, off his cock so he could brace himself. He
got himself on top of the seat, kneeling behind his omega, before lining up and
plunging back in.
Stiles shouted but Derek let go, letting his hips snap forward just as hard as
he pulled Stiles’ back. The sounds were amplified in the van so much so that
Derek almost didn’t hear Stiles talking.
He leaned forward, biting down lightly on his mate’s neck and listening
closely.
“M-Missed you,” he was whispering, over and over again. Derek groaned, leaning
over as far as he could before shifting his teeth to fangs and biting down,
right over the mate mark.
The burn ran through both of them, all the way down their bodies so that even
as they came, their whole bodies felt it.
Derek slowly brought Stiles back down to sit on his lap, the omega still
quivering with the aftershocks. He turned him sideways, cradling his body and
tucking his head into his neck.
Their breathing slowed down to match one another’s and they said nothing. Derek
soothed his hand down Stiles’ hair and back and the omega nuzzled into him.
They stayed like that for as long as they could, forgetting everything that had
happened, and everything they still had to do.
For now, this was all they needed.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Rex and Jake are so cute!!! Kevin is alive and Derek is close to his
     rut. Lots of things are still happening!!!
     Like I said before, even as things are wrapping up, I will make sure
     to attend to each of our characters so nothing is left up to
     question.
     <3 See you next time :)
***** Chapter 34 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is much lighter, and it was super nice to write so I
     hope you all like it :)
     Enjoy <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 34
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“Victoria I-I can’t breathe.” Stiles gasped, his ribcage being crushed by the
girl’s arms as she hugged him. She got in one more squeeze before letting go
and smiling.
“I’m just so happy you’re alive!”
“I should be saying that to you.” Stiles was glad to see her in one shape.
Faint bruises lingered on her skin but Dante had made sure to get her fed and
healthy again.
They had been one of the first people to leave the compound so it was only now
that Stiles had gotten to see her. They were in the dining cabin of the Xue
territory which had been converted into a makeshift hospital.
But people were quickly starting to clear out. Those who had lost family
members in the fight were already on their way back home to start planning
funeral arrangements.
Derek’s agents had also gone, taking the few prisoners, Kevin included, with
them. Stiles had to leave quickly as well. As for Rex and Jake, Talia assured
them that she would take care of them and update them on their whereabouts.
Deaton had come with and was currently administering a fast acting suppressor
injection into Derek. It wouldn’t stop his rut, but it would give them enough
time to get back to Beacon Hills.
With everything that had happened here, Derek’s wolf was less liable to go
feral if they were in his own den.
Of course, this meant they had to say goodbye. And Stiles was not having it.
The back of his throat burned like it always did when he was holding back.
Victoria was not fooled. She pulled him in for another hug, one less murderous,
and spoke into his ear.
“Don’t think we won’t visit. And don’t think you can get away with not
visiting. We’ll go boating on the Charles, it’ll be great!”
They pulled back and Stiles grinned.
“Thank you for helping both of us stay alive. Make sure to have lots of fun
with Dante.” He gave her a wink and she blushed but put her hands on her hips.
“I’m not the one who had ‘fun’ in the car back there.” Victoria smirked but
Stiles just stuck his tongue out at her. Hands gripped his hips from behind and
he leaned back into them.
Derek bent down to rub his chin over Stiles’ head and smiled when his mate
started grumbling. He didn’t like to admit it but he liked when Derek treated
him like this so he ignored his protests.
“Victoria, if there’s anything we can do for you, let us know. I assume Dante
is saying his goodbyes to Zhang Wei and Huan Yi?” Derek asked.
Victoria nodded, smiling. “He wants to leave as soon as possible. He’s really
on edge after what happened.”
“I wonder why,” Stiles scowled and poked Derek’s neck above him. The omega
walked forward, giving Victoria one last hug before they both left, heading to
the Alpha pair’s cabin.
Stiles hand was wrapped tightly in Derek’s and he has to resist making fun of
him. The pheromones he was throwing off were pungent and made Stiles head spin.
He knew it was taking every ounce of Derek’s control to not have Stiles pressed
to his side, and to not take him away to the forest to fuck him.
So while Stiles was also suffering from excess neediness, which was not waning
at all, he was at least getting some entertainment from the whole situation.
Dante was leaing the cabin when they approached and he quickly walked up to
them, reaching out to shake their hands.  
“Thank you for watching over Victoria, and I hope to see you both soon.” Dante
nodded.
“Thank you for helping my pack with everything, we owe you just as much.”
Stiles returned, and they were off. Stiles wasn’t surprised by the brief
exchange, Dante was visibly twitchy and he’d never been a man of many words.
Either way, Stiles would miss them.
They were allowed inside the cabin and Stiles was again enveloped in tight
arms. He was released only to have his shoulders shaken in excitement.
“I am so glad to see you!” Huan Yi grinned, his teeth flashing. He looked eons
better than he had the last time Stiles saw him.
But before Stiles could even get a word out, he was being dragged away, Derek
and Zhang Wei laughing behind him.
“Meet Chang Ah Xue, my first born.” The omega was grinning as he picked up the
small baby boy who was wrapped in red.
Stiles internal system almost died. He carefully held out his hands so Huan Yi
could transfer over the little body.
The boy was a beta, his eyes a glowing blue that had yet to settle. He was
cooing softly, little fists moving every direction.
Stiles could have died, especially when a small smile curled on the baby’s
lips. He felt a tug of his wolf and he let himself picture cradling another
small pup, one with dark hair and small moles.
The warm purring coming from the door only made the image more exciting. He
played with the baby a little more, letting the tiny claws wrap around his
finger before handing him back to Huan Yi.
Zhang Wei walked forward to wrap his arms around his omega, smiling warmly at
the other two.
“We will be in touch about establishing Hale Corps, but beyond that, you will
always be welcomed here. Thank you.” Zhang Wei said and Huan Yi nodded
enthusiastically.
Derek promised that they would visit and suddenly it was time to leave. Stiles
stood outside, waiting for Derek to pull up in the car, and stared out into the
forest.
The smell of ash was still faint in the air and debris was still being cleared
out. Wind ghosted through his hair and he bit his lip.
Kent was still out there, and they were all targets. And now, Stiles had more
people he wanted to protect, people who lived in entirely different states.
He didn’t exactly know how things were going to turn out, but it felt like ages
since he’d left Beacon Hills.
So now, he felt like he was leaving another world, one where he was himself and
not just the underage Alpha mate with ADHD. It was bitter with very little
sweet.
The honk of a horn eventually snapped him back into his own mind and he made
his way to the rental car.
Stiles hopped into the passenger’s seat, only to be thrusted hard against the
door just as it shut. Derek’s mouth was hot on his as it shoved him down.
He squeaked and Derek took the opportunity to shove his tongue in, rolling it
under his and growling while he did it.
Stiles’ body was quick to respond, even if his mind wasn’t. So, when Derek’s
had smoothed over his growing erection, he couldn’t help but jolt.
Especially when the same hand gave a light squeeze before diving under and
pushing up hard against his wet hole.
Stiles was keening in the back of his throat, which turned into a sound of pure
confusion when Derek ripped himself away and sat upright in his seat. His eyes
were red, his shift barely contained.
“Um…wha-“
“Don’t make that face.” Derek grumbled before pulling away. Stiles scoffed,
pushing himself up and snapping in his buckle, decidedly ignoring the wetness
going on in his pants.
“What face? The one I make when you suddenly attack me and then stop?”
“The one you were making outside, when you’re sad. We’ll come back, I promise.”
Derek looked over at him, a glint of determination in his eye, before turning
back around.
Stiles blushed at the same time as he barked out a laugh. Because one, Derek
had seen his little self-reflection scene, two, had been massively bothered
because “mate sad, make mate happy,” and three, used sexual jump scares to fix
the problem.
“Thanks Der, I’m okay though. So if you aren’t going to pull over the car to
fuck me, at least be kind and don’t rile me up before we get home.”
Derek’s answering growl and claws digging into the steering wheel was all the
repayment he needed. But he was not ignorant of the fact that it was going to
be a long trip home. The tightness in his pants attested to that.
Lovely.
                                       …
“Derek, people are looking.” Stiles whispered, trying not so successfully to
keep Derek at an appropriate distance.
They were currently in line for their second and last flight home and Derek has
his face pushed into the side of Stiles’ neck with their chests pressed
together.
And Stiles was significantly shorter, which meant the Alpha was bent more than
a foot down, growling into his scent glands, and again, making everyone around
them very uncomfortable.
Derek’s always been the PDA type. Even when they were younger, when Stiles
still looked like his adopted little brother, he’d make it very clear that they
were mates.
He’d kiss him openly, holding him around his hips by his ass, and even bit into
his neck to make a point. So Stiles had a pretty high boundary level.
But he hadn’t been fully mated then. The suppressor was doing its absolute best
to keep Derek in line, but everyone within a hundred foot radar of them knew
exactly what was going on. And what Derek wanted to do. To him. On the ground.
Right now.
And his thigh was now pushing Stiles’ body up and the omega had no other choice
but to drop his bags and hold onto Derek’s shoulders.
And because of the mate bond, Stiles was losing all sense of control. His inner
omega wanted nothing but to respond to his Alpha.
The pheromones pumping off of Derek were meant to simultaneously make Stiles
more pliant while serving as a strong warning to outsiders, especially unbonded
Alphas. And damn if it wasn’t working.
From what Stiles could see from inside his own haze, everyone around them had
their eyes glowing and their necks bared, regardless if they were humans or
weres.
And Stiles was so gone, just about to kneel on the ground and present when the
line suddenly started moving forward.
He gasped, but resisted pushing Derek off. It would be a challenge to Derek’s
wolf and that was the last thing they needed.
So he gently nudged at him, baring his neck to ease any pressure off.
“I-It’s time to go Alpha. The faster we get on the faster we get home.” That
was all he needed to say, but Derek had no intentions of letting him go because
Stiles was suddenly hauled upwards.
Derek dipped down to get their backs, stacking them on their suitcases, and
pulling them behind him. This left Stiles the desperately cling to his mate in
hopes of not falling off.
He soundlessly handed the worker their boarding passes, not making eye contact
with the open mouthed human.
Once inside the plane, Derek settled Stiles down far in the back, in the window
seat before storing their bags.
Stiles shouldn’t have been surprised that no one sat next to them, even with as
full of a plane as it was. And Stiles nervously sat, waiting for the plane to
take off, which wasn’t made any easier when Derek’s hand crept up his thigh and
started stroking it like a promise.
And what do you know, not even thirty minutes in on a two hour flight and Derek
was dragging Stiles into the lavatory.
And the worst part, was that everyone knew. And yes, Stiles, being who he was,
had countless airplane sex fantasies. He’d gladly hop on the mile high club if
Derek wanted entry as well.
But they usually involved some planning and stealth and just plain ol’ privacy.
But no, not for Derek. The man grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom in
the back.
The few people they past were smart not to look, but Stiles wasn’t stupid.
Everyone on that plane knew what was going to happen, probably when they were
forced to watch their little airport display.
And suddenly, public sex took on a whole new meaning. It took minus a second
for Derek to shut the door and have Stiles pressed up against it.
Lavatories on airplanes are not big by any stretch of the imagination. And
Derek would have felt cramped by himself.
Even so, the Alpha had Stiles’ pants down before the omega really knew what was
happening.
“Derek, we can’t. Not here-“Derek’s growl cut off his attempt at whispering and
the man suddenly sank to his knees.
He pressed his face into Stiles’ crotch, his mouth swallowing down his cock.
Stiles gasped, one hand flying to Derek’s head and the other up to catch his
moan.
Derek was the one on his knees and yet Stiles was completely at his mercy,
especially when Derek’s fingers shoved up into his hole without warning.
There was nothing teasing about what he was doing but Stiles was too
overwhelmed to care, already so close to the edge as Derek drove him toward it.
“Alpha…hurry!” Stiles gave up, knowing he wasn’t leaving this sad excuse for a
bathroom before Derek got what he wanted. And sure, he may also want it too. A
little bit.
So he went with the flow as Derek spun him around, propped him leg up on the
tiny sink, pulled out his own cock, and buried it into his mate.
Stiles has his arms pressed up into the door to save his face from being
crushed and he immediately bit down hard into his flesh to stop his scream.
Derek didn’t care about being quiet and immediately started grunting when he
began thrusting into him. It became quite clear that the door that Stiles was
being fucked against was flimsy, plastic, and not made for this specific
function.
And Stiles was mildly terrified it would break down because it was shaking. And
if it did, he was 70 percent sure that Derek wouldn’t stop.
“Stop,” Derek growled, ripping his head back from his arm, “I want to hear you.
I want themto hear you.” Make that 99 percent sure.
Stiles had made a gag out of his arm and now drool was slowly trailing down his
chin, especially as his head was pulled back against Derek’s shoulder as he
pounded into him.
Stiles couldn’t keep his whimpers and moans in anymore and Derek was doing his
best to make them louder.
He was trying desperately to keep his hips from caving in but he didn’t have to
worry because Derek was wrapping his had around his front, grabbing his cock,
and began pumping him.
“N-No I’m gonna-“
“Come for me.” Stiles didn’t even bother trying to catch the come before it
splattered against the shitty plastic door. He did try to stifle to full on
cry-scream that came from him, unsuccessfully. But hey, he tried.
The small bathroom was filled with their scent and Stiles was riding the waves
of near unconsciousness. Despite that, it was impossible to ignore the
inflating going on inside his ass.
He felt it swell inside him as Derek bit down on his shoulder and he paled.
Derek knotted him. He had enough self-control to refrain from knotting him in
the car less than a day ago.
But when they are in a rectangular prism flying through the air with more than
a hundred strangers sitting outside, that’swhen his mate decided to lose his
damn mind.
“DEREK!”
Chapter End Notes
     I imagine Stiles being so flustered with how to deal with Derek
     because this is his first rut since their bonding. And I got a kick
     out of picturing Derek knotting him inside the plane bathroom because
     he is NOT thinking and Stiles is just like "no, no you didn't."
     I hope this gave you a laugh and a good start to your weekends! Next
     chapter is most likely the last one and I am getting a little (it's a
     lot) sad.
     So join me one last time guys. It's been a real pleasure. <3 See you
     then.
***** Chapter 35 *****
Chapter Notes
     And here we are :') I have so many feelings and things are going to
     get hella sappy. But for now, I want you all to read!
     And as always and forever, enjoy :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                  Chapter 35
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Imagine a wolf. Huge and growly and aggressive. Now imagine a puppy. One that
looks guilty when they’ve done wrong and tries licking your face as an apology.
Smash the two together and you get the current Derek. On a normal day, without
rut pheromones clouding his mind, he might be able to verbalize himself.
Like, “I’m sorry that I knotted you inside an airplane lavatory, Stiles. I’m
sorry that we were stuck for thirty minutes inside of it, Stiles. I’m sorry
that every single person on the plane knew about it and were so afraid of me
that no one even scolded us, Stiles. I am sorry that I’m a big dumb horny
idiot, Stiles.”
Which was exactly what happened. After screaming Derek’s name, which had gone
unanswered because the Alpha was in mid-orgasm, Stiles just pressed his
forehead into the door and doomed his life.
He had at least gotten one more orgasm out of himself before Derek’s knot went
down and he had to limp back to his seat.
And even the humans, who lacked a strong sense of smell, could catch the
pungent scent of sex coming off of them. Stiles had avoided their eyes like the
plague.
He had proceeded to make Derek take the aisle seat and ignore him for the rest
of the flight. The Alpha was not at all okay with this but he had enough sense
not to try and jump Stiles again.
They had taken a taxi directly from the airport to Derek’s loft and Stiles had
walked in, dropped his bag, and put his hands on his hips.
“I am trying reallyhard not to be mad. Because if I was in heat, I doubt I
would even care about privacy. But the bathroom?! On an airplane?!”
Derek’s shoulders and eyebrows sagged and he huffed.
“I apologized seven times already, Stiles. I couldn’t control it,” Derek
muttered, his hand rubbing over his arm and up his neck.
He was twitchy, even Stiles could see that. And once Stiles sat down and Derek
quite literally slumped over in between his legs, wrapping his arms around his
waist, Stiles gave up.
He soothed his fingers through his mate’s hair, feeling the spiky tips tickle
along his skin. Derek sighed, letting the tension leak from his body. Yup,
puppy. Big ol’ horny puppy.
After have been away for so long, being surrounded by their scent was the best
stress reliever. And now that Stiles thought about it, he assumed he would be
moving in soon.
He spent so much time here that he practically already had, but now that they
bonded, there was no way Stiles would be able to stay anywhere else.
“So what’s the plan Der?” Stiles asked after a couple of minutes. Derek
grumbled, burrowing his way deeper into Stiles’ hip.
“Parents.” He mumbled and Stiles laughed.
“How long do you have?” Derek pulled back and looked up at him.
“If I had to guess I’d say we’ll be locked in starting tomorrow morning.” Derek
answered. Stiles nodded, thinking as much. That meant any errands needed to be
done in the next several hours.
“How about this. You need to stock pile some food for us, get anything you
think we’ll need. Drop me by my parents’ house so I can fill them in. Then meet
at Talia’s?”
Derek growled, trying to reel himself in. The idea of them separating right
before his rut was unsettling but he knew it was necessary.
The less time they were away from the den, the better. So Derek nodded, pulled
his mate up, and they headed out the door.
Derek drove Stiles down to his parent’s house and dropped him off. Before the
omega even got the door open, Derek was dragging him back and smashing their
mouths together.
Stiles gasped, especially as Derek’s mouth trailed down his neck and sucked a
mark deep into the skin above his collar. He blushed at the man before
stumbling out of the car.
And of course, Derek didn’t pull away until Stiles was safely inside. And by
safe he meant sandwiched between his parents, nearly suffocating.
They were muttering about how glad they were that he was okay and that they
were on standby the entire time and that they had Deaton update them every hour
and that they lost sleep and that Stiles was grounded and that they know it
wasn’t his fault but they didn’t care.
And he really meant his mom because his dad was too busy squeezing him and his
mom to say much of anything.
But suddenly, they breathed in and snapped back. Their eyes were blown wide and
their mouths were gaped open.
“You’re bonded?” They both asked, Claudia’s voice high and excited, John’s
shocked and quite. Stiles nodded nervously.
His dad grinned, all his teeth showing and his mom jumped back into his arms.
That’s when Stiles realized something was up and freaked out.
“You’re not in a wheelchair!”  Claudia pulled back and laughed.
“Post-op treatments have been going great. I’m still a little shaky and have to
sit for long periods sometimes but I am finally standing!”
“Mom, that’s amazing!” Stiles felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. He’d
been guilty for not speaking to them for so long, even if it wasn’t his fault.
Knowing they were doing well helped alleviate it a bit.
“Let’s sit down for a second” John said, walking to the dining table while the
other two followed. Stiles sat across from them, taking a deep breath before he
began.
Stiles relayed the entire trip, from the lying about birth control and his
oncoming heat (yes, he took a break from talking to get properly scolded), to
getting stabbed a comical amount of times.
He ended with the fact that Derek was hours away from going into his rut so he
was hard on time and that he had yet to stop by Talia’s.
Oh, and that he was indeed bonded and would be moving out in a week. All in
all, they took it pretty well.
Along with some pale faces, shock-scented air, and tense jaws, that is. But
everything they could be mad about was already taken care of, so it was more
belated worrying then genuine upset.
And as for the bonding, the two were ecstatic. It would make everything easier,
especially as Stiles continued to travel with Derek.
“So, I should probably get going. I need to talk to Talia before Derek gets all
growly, and trust me, he’s well on his way.” Stiles rolled his eyes and went to
get his keys to his jeep, brushing the dust off them.
They didn’t question Stiles’ exasperated look, probably to save their minds
from the trauma. Smart people. They both hugged him, his dad slapping him on
the shoulders.
“Derek and I are gonna have to go over the proper blocks for knife attacks with
you.” He chuckled, but Stiles knew he wasn’t kidding.
“I’m glad you took the birth control, even though you should have told someone.
I want grandkids but I know you’ll decide when the right time is.” Claudia
patted his cheek and Stiles pulled her in for another hug.
“Oh, one more thing.” Stiles said as he made it half way out the door. “I
failed my online classes because I didn’t actually do them. Gotta go, love you,
bye!”
And with that, Stiles shut the door and sprinted for his jeep. He’d deal with
that lecture another time.
                                       …
Stiles drove up to the Hale house to see Jake casing after Rex in the front
yard, half shifted. They didn’t even notice his car pulling up.
He waited inside the car for a second and just watched. Jake tackled the omega,
growling playfully into his neck. Rex screamed and giggled, putting up a
halfhearted fight.
Stiles remembered doing the exact same thing with Derek and he felt his chest
get tight. He was surprised to see them, not knowing what Talia had decided.
But he was beyond happy she had brought them here. They deserved a happy life.
He eventually got out of the car and stifled a laugh as Jake noticed his
presence and let out a warning growl.
“Stiles!” Rex yelled, crawling out from under his mate to hug Stiles’ legs.
Jake shook himself, recognizing the omega and smiling up at him.
“Hey guys, it’s good to see you both.”
A much deeper, louder, and darker growl floated from the deck. Stiles snapped
his head up to watch as Derek prowled out of the house.
Stiles just rolled his eyes, leaning down to hug Rex before turning to walk
over to his mate. Derek dragged him to his side, licking along his neck.
“Sorry guys, I have to talk to Talia and get this one to calm the hell down.”
He said, poking Derek’s cheek and looking over his shoulder.
The two boys were staring wide eyed at them but Jake caught himself.
“Alpha Talia is inside.” He said, pulling Rex against his chest and ignoring
the omega’s protests. Stiles nodded and let Derek all but carry him inside.
Talia was in the kitchen, stirring a thick broth that made Stiles’ stomach
growl. Without looking, she laughed.
“Both of you sit down. We have some things to discuss and you need to eat.”
Derek pulled Stiles onto his lap as he sat and Talia poured the food into
bowls. She set them down and Stiles stared longingly down at the thick cuts of
beef that was juicy from the stew surrounding it.
He dug in, letting Derek feed him a couple bites before forcing him to feed
himself.
“So,” Talia said, sipping tea, “where would you like to start?”
“Jake called you ‘Alpha Talia.’ What’s that about?” Stiles asked.
“Well, you both know that Jake is orphaned. But so is Rex. His parents were
actually the hunters that killed Jake’s family off. They died in the fighting.
I asked them what they wanted to do, where they wanted to go, and they said
with us. They’ll be introduced into the Hale pack just as Derek’s rut wears
off.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped but he started bouncing on Derek’s lap, excited. He looked
back at his Alpha who was watching him, a small smile curved on his lips. But
then, he snapped.
“Wait, why after Derek’s rut is done? Why not now? I’m sure that would make
them feel better.”
“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about. We have to wait because I’m not
Head Alpha anymore, and only Head Alpha’s can welcome new pack members.”
Stiles and Derek were struck at that.
“Mom, what are you talking about?” Derek said, hands tightening on Stiles’
waist. Talia took another sip, meeting their eyes.
“I am formally stepping down as Head Alpha. Now wait-“she held up a hand,
cutting of their words. “I’ve been planning to do this for a while. I know it’s
early for you Derek, but with everything going on and the fact that you lead
Hale Crops, it’s only natural that you represent us wherever you go as the
official Alpha pair. I’ll still maintain my place here, and I’ll hold down the
fort if you have to travel. But you two are both more than capable to step into
the titles that you’ve already been filling.”
Speechless is not something Stiles often was. And while Derek wasn’t as
talkative, he was also struck stupid.
“Don’t forget that I’ll be one of your advisors.” Peter whirled in, not even
looking at them before he got his own bowl and sat down.
“Peter where have you even been?” Stiles scoffed, happy to see the man but
genuinely curious.
“Making sure Beacon Hills didn’t explode overnight while you all decided to
start a war.” He said, waving his dripping spoon in the air.
Talia slapped him on the head but he just wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“He was appointed temporary Head while I was gone.” Talia said, rolling her
eyes. Stiles just smiled. Only in this pack would a beta be in charge in their
Alpha’s absence. He loved it.
“You realize this is going to be a controversy?” Derek asked, gulping down his
own drink and trying to ignore the growing insistence in his blood.
“You two have always been a controversy, I think you’ll be just fine.” Talia
replied. “Now, before you two leave, because you really should be leaving soon
seeing as my son reeks, I wanted to let you know that Kent hasn’t been found.
He’s the leader of what the government considers rebel hunting groups. They are
scattered all throughout the world and the only reason you even found him was
because they had Stiles. He must have seen that as the closest he could get to
the Hales. Finding him this time is going to be much harder, he won’t
underestimate us again. But for now, we need to rest and regroup.”
“And Kevin?” Stiles asked and Derek growled, nails shifting into claws at the
mention of his name.
“He’s being held at the local prison. I told them to wait for interrogation
until you two can be there. Otherwise, he is alive, healed, and docile for the
most part.” Talia sighed.
The other two nodded and shared a look. That would also have to wait but it
gave them both time to think.
“Now, no more talking about all this mess. Go home and rest, you two need it.”
“M’ not sure they’re going to be doing much resting,” Peter mused, narrowing
ducking the swinging hand that came his way.
“We’ll see you guys later then. Thank you for the food mom.” Derek stood Stiles
up, both of them hugging the other two before making their way out.
Stiles had a mini argument over taking his jeep which he couldn’t leave here no
matter how badly Derek wanted him with him.
Derek was in the middle of conceding when they heard soft breathy sounds coming
from the forest. They both looked toward the sound to see Rex, settled on Jakes
lap, up against a tree.
The boys were kissing, rutting together like they had once done and Stiles
flushed red. He pushed Derek towards the car, the Alpha laughing at his
embarrassment.
“Give them some privacy!” Stiles whisper yelled, rushing to his own car. Once
inside, he looked over at the two, smiling softly, before turning and following
Derek’s Camaro down the dirt trail.
He still didn’t know exactly how to feel about the whole Head Alpha business,
and even less about Kevin, but in spite of everything, he and Derek were
together.
And nothing was going to chase away the happy buzzing going on inside him.
                                       …
Stiles had two hidden talents. One, for being stabbed in all manner of ways.
And another, for being slammed up against all manner of surfaces.
They both hurt, but one of them happened to be his favorite activity. And Derek
knew just how to oblige. Stiles was face up on Derek’s dining room table,
naked, and wet.
Derek was an animal, and that really wasn’t as funny as Stiles thought it would
be. Before now, the Alpha’s ruts were always about control.
Derek could never afford to completely let go, not when his wolf would mate
Stiles in a second if he did. But now, there was no reason not to let his rut
take over, and it was beyond overwhelming.
They were both in their half-shift, claws surprisingly gentle even if their
movements were erratic. Derek was nothing but growls and snarling, biting over
every inch of skin he could.
“Derek y-you need to calm down.” Stile stuttered. He’d never seen Derek like
this, and after a decade of being together, seeing a new side of his mate was
rare.
And even though he trusted Derek with his life, knew he would never hurt him,
Stiles couldn’t bite back the spikes of fear that were twitching through him.
Derek’s eyes glowed red and were hungry, burning into every inch of him. He was
tasting him like he couldn’t get enough and his back was contorting in an
effort to cover Stiles’ body.
With a quick pull Stiles was off the table and on the floor. He winced as his
shoulders were pushed down and his hips naturally curved up.
Stiles choked on a gasp as Derek roughly lined himself up and sank inside of
Stiles’ hole. Thank god for slick, but it was still painful.
Even so, the glide of Derek’s cock up against his prostate was hard in all the
right ways and it made Stiles keen and thrust back.
The fear had yet to dissipate, even as Stiles grew more and more aroused.
Derek’s thrusts were so rough that the carpet scratched heavily into his knees,
burning them.
Stiles sobbed out a cut off moan every time Derek pulled out and slammed back
into him, tip to base. The Alpha was roaring behind him, desperate to claim his
mate for the first time during his rut.
But the man could still smell, and he knew Stiles was feeling uneasy. Suddenly,
the omega felt the pressure on his back deepen, and Derek’s tongue licked along
his ear.
“I’m here. Safe.” His voice was gravelly, distorted but unmistakably Derek. And
all at once, the fear drained out of Stiles.
Derek was still there, still aware of what was happening. And for some reason,
that made Stiles’ eyes water. They’d never done this.
Stiles always let go when he was in heat. But to allow Derek the same, to let
his Alpha take him the way he had always wanted, was engulfing the bond inside
his chest with excitement.
And feeling how much more out of control Derek was now, Stiles couldn’t have
ever imagined how much his mate had been holding back, just for his sake.
So Stiles titled his head as best he could, turning to look at Derek with
watery golden eyes, and whimpered.
“Alpha, please.”
Derek responded with an appreciative snarl, sinking his teeth into his neck and
grinding down on Stiles, his knot pushing past the omega’s rim.
Stiles felt his mind go hazy but he recognized Derek’s hands picking him up and
cradling his body before he passed out.
                                       …
Never underestimate jetlag. Because it was kicking Stiles’ ass just as much as
Derek was fucking it. And Stiles was starting to realize that Derek’s ruts were
imitating his heats a little too much.
Sure, he remembered all the times Derek needed him. He felt every thrust, bite,
and knot. But Derek was also hyper possessive, needing Stiles to be under him
or the covers, pressed against him at all times.
He also felt the need to provide. So he had Stiles cling to his back while he
strolled into the kitchen and got them food. Which he fed to Stiles and watched
intently as the omega sucked and licked his fingers.
 The difference was mainly in how Derek acted aside from that. He spoke very
rarely, not really able to. Words like ‘mate,’ ‘mine,’ ‘omega,’ and ‘Stiles,’
were the only ones that came out of his mouth.
And Stiles often looked through Derek’s eyes and saw his wolf staring back. It
was more powerful than he had anticipated, and his own wolf was quick to take
over.
Derek claimed him everywhere. He had bent him over the kitchen counter, kneel
in the shower, and even ride him once he was calmer. So far, it had been about
five days.
And Stiles was now slowly sinking onto Derek’s cock, his entire body covered in
suds from the bath they were currently in.
Derek looked relaxed, laid back against the tub with one hand behind his head
and the other digging into Stiles’ hip bone.
“Fuck yourself baby,” Derek growled. His voice was still mostly shot but any
word out of his mouth made Stiles shiver.
“Y-You’re being mean,” Stiles whined, pulling his hips up only to push them
down as hard and fast as he could with his shaking legs.
Derek’s eyes had yet to stop glowing red, and the smirk that was plastered on
his face was making him look like a demon.
“I’m only punishing you pup.” Derek said, thrusting his hips up suddenly and
making Stiles gasp and struggle to stay upright.
“For what?” Stiles cried, pushing his hands into Derek’s chest to gain some
leverage.
“You made me worry, little omega. And don’t pretend you don’t want this.” Derek
pulled his other arm down to grip Stiles’ hip and he started to piston up into
him.
Stiles screamed, hands flying to grab the tubs edges to stabilize him. Derek’s
forearms tensed as they lifted and pulled down.
The Alpha’s hips snapped up to match his arm movements, causing their skin to
slap upon impact. Over and over again, Derek forced Stiles down and his cock
up.
The noises of the rippling water and slick slapping skin was echoing off the
tiles of the bathroom. Buried underneath them were Stiles’ breathy whimpers.
The omega was bouncing hard, the air stuck in his lungs so that all he could do
was hold on and let his eyes roll back.
Stiles couldn’t even prepare for his orgasm as it was literally fucked out of
him. His own dick bobbed and spurts of come shot out onto Derek’s soaked chest.
The Alpha’s approving growl only made it worse and he didn’t even slow his
thrusts, making Stiles ride out every shock that rippled through his body.
Derek continued to pump into him, watching as Stiles lost more and more energy
until he was able to knot him.
The Alpha tilted his head back, groaning as he felt his cum fill his mate up.
Stiles decided that was the best time to lean forward, and bite Derek’s neck,
right over his own mate mark.
He felt a pulsing in his chest and once Stiles released his jaws, he slumped
over on top of him. He mumbled lazily, enjoying the feeling of Derek coming
inside him while the hot water lapped around them.
“I love you baby.” Derek said, turning his nose into Stiles’ hair and inhaling
deeply. He rubbed his hands up and down the boy’s back, rubbing the soapy water
into his skin soothingly.
“Love you too Alpha.” Stiles smiled, nuzzling closer and letting the
dissipating heat from Derek’s rut absorb into his body.
If they could stay like this all the time, Stiles wouldn’t mind being stuck on
Derek’s knot. He just so happened to be lucky that they had so much more.
                                       …
“Are you ready for this?” Derek asked, looking at his mate from the corner of
his eye. Stiles was twiddling his fingers, murmuring under his breath
nonsensically but he nodded.
“I’m just not sure what to expect. Kevin’s obviously got problems, and he needs
help with them. But we killed his sister and took away the only pack he had. I
feel like we’ve only made things worse and I just really want him to show us he
can get better.”
Derek reached across the seat, curling his fingers over Stiles’ leg and
squeezing encouraging.
“I think he’s not lost completely. But nothing is your fault and we will try
our best. Stiles,” Derek said, bringing his hand up to cup Stiles chin and
bringing his face toward his as he parked the car, “no matter what happens, I’m
with you. I’ll always be with you and even if things don’t go our way, both of
us will be okay.”   
Stiles smiled, leaning it to kiss Derek before they got out of the car. Kevin
had been transferred to a holding cell in the Hale Corps building and they
slowly made their way in.
They walked down a flight of stairs and turned a few corners until they stood
in front of a plane white door.
They shared a look, waiting for the other to nod before Derek pushed open the
knob. Inside sat a bound Kevin, his hands tied behind him to a chair. His
ankles were the same way.
Two guards were posted on the inside, ready to shoot if needed. Jordan Parrish
sat in a chair on the side, his pen scribbling down notes until they walked in
and he looked up.
“Derek, Stiles, good to see you.” He nodded and the two sat down. Stiles stared
at the boy as Parrish began briefing Derek.
Kevin looked as good as he could, all things considered, which was haggard.
Dark circles made his eyes look sunken and his cheekbones too prominent.
His hair was curled out of control and his orange jumpsuit was crinkled
uncomfortably.
“Are you sorry?” he asked, unable to stop himself. The room went silent and
Kevin finally met his eyes.
“I’m sorry you got hurt, that was never my intention. But I would have tried to
get revenge one way or another.” Even his voice was hoarse and tired.
“You realize I would have died had you killed Derek? Your revenge would have
never worked.” Derek reached out to cup the back of his neck and Stiles was
grateful.
Kevin was just silent and Stiles sighed, looking over at his mate and Derek
took the lead.
“Are you willing to give us any information on Kent or those working with him?”
“I am half-breed werewolf, they wouldn’t tell me anything I didn’t need to
know. The deal was, my pack serve as a middle man to hunt down other wolves and
in return, they help us take down the Hales and keep us safe. But you already
know that. As for Kent, he runs the show. I met him maybe once and I don’t know
where he could possibly be.”
Stiles, Derek, and Parrish listened intently. There was no skip in his
heartbeat, confirming that he had spoken the truth.
“And what of the experiments being done on weres?”
“They had shipments of chemicals that came in but I don’t know what they were.
The wolves guarding Victoria are from a pack that were kept isolated until they
went feral. But I don’t know the full story on them either.”
“Do you have anything we could use?” Parrish asked, seemingly irritated that
Kevin wasn’t giving them anything they didn’t already know. Derek was relaxed,
obviously not surprised.
“I was a pawn, even to my sister. I have nothing left except to give you
everything I know, which is mostly nothing, and hope you don’t kill me or keep
me locked up. Trust me, if I had anything to give you, I’d give it.” Again, no
lie detected.
“Do you want to get better?” Stiles asked, not caring if they received any real
information. He just wanted to have some form of closure.
“I want the Hales dead.” Derek and Stiles both growled at that. “I want my
family back and I want to feel normal again. I doubt any of these things will
happen. You’ll do whatever you want with me, and as I have nothing to lose, I
don’t think I care much.”
Stiles was growing restless, sighing and shifting in his seat. Derek began
rubbing his back, the motion catching Kevin’s eye and he stared.
“I think we are done here but Kevin, do you acknowledge Stiles as mine?” Derek
asked, already getting up.
Again, silence. Derek walked over to Kevin, and with one calculated blow,
punched Kevin in the jaw. The boy went down, chair and all. He groaned, his jaw
slack and broken.
Derek kneeled down, menacing with his eyes glowing.
“Whether you know it, say it or believe it, Stiles is mine. For his sake, I
still haven’t killed you. And if you want to get better and grow from this,
then I will help you. Otherwise, I will make sure you hurt no one else, least
of all my mate.” Derek’s voice was like ice and without another word, he
grabbed Stiles and started walking out.
“I-I-I’m ssssorry.” Kevin’s whispered, his jaw only able to manage a scratchy
whisper. Stiles and Derek looked down at him.
Tears trailed down his face, pooling on the side of his cheek on the floor.
Stiles frowned, sadness rushing through him.
“Kevin, I haven’t given up on you. You still have things to live for. It’ll be
okay, somehow.” He met his eyes and Stiles tried to convey that, in spite of
everything, he didn’t hate him. And that though they weren’t friends, they
didn’t have to be enemies.
Derek soon had him out the door, leaving Parrish to deal with the rest. He
sighed deeply, grabbing Stiles’ hand and leading him up the stairs slowly.
“I’m sorry that didn’t go that well.” Stiles shook his head and squeezed his
hand.
“We both knew that he probably knew nothing. And he did say sorry, so I think
there’s room for something. He did just lose everything he had, I didn’t expect
some big apology, but I’ll take that.”
They smiled at each other and Stiles’ stomach growled.
“Want to go to the pub? Get some steak?” Derek asked and Stiles winked at him.
“You speak my language Alpha, let’s go.”
                                       …
Talia’s Restaurant and Pub was booming. After everything that had happened, the
pack was eager to restore bonds and comfort one another.
Derek and Stiles’ booth in the corner was empty, just for them. And just like
always, they got steaks, rare, with veggies and curly fries.
The two didn’t talk much, choosing to sit beside one another with Derek’s arm
draped over Stiles’ shoulder so they could just watch.
Scott was shooting him a thumbs up, his hand clutched in Allison’s as they
laughed with Isaac. Erica and Boyd were in the corner, the female feeding him
spoon fulls of chocolate shake.
Pups were running around everywhere. Rex and Jake waved over to them. They were
sitting at the bar, Rex sitting on his mate’s lap as they ate sundaes.
Claudia and John eventually walked in, looking bright and hungry. Talia was
sashaying all around the restaurant, dropping off orders and chatting with
everyone around them.
Peter, Deaton, and Chris Argent of all people were even sharing a table,
drinking beer and laughing loudly.
“Everything is going to be fine, you know that?” Stiles asked Derek, sliding
onto his knees so he could turn and straddle the Alpha. He curled his arms
around Derek’s neck, bringing them close.
“What makes you say that?” Derek smirked, leaning in to kiss Stiles slowly,
letting their lips linger so they could breathe one another in.
“After everything, I can honestly say that there’s nothing we can’t get
through.”
“You have a lot of faith in us.” Derek stroked his thumb over Stiles’ cheek,
staring into his eyes. They both slowly lit up red and gold.
“Of course,” Stiles shrugged, grinning toothily. “I’m an Omega. And my mate is
an Alpha. How could I not?”
The two kissed, smiling into one another with the sounds of their pack, happy
and lively, all around them. Like it was always meant to be.
Chapter End Notes
     *Crying loudly*
     Ok fluffies, where do I possibly begin? Well, I started this story in
     September, when I wasn't doing so good. I have always loved writing
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