Forever Yours
Part One
Derek Hale sniffed the air trying to locate the source of the scent that had his wolf unsettled. He was consumed by it. It was past midnight when he came to a halt at an apartment block. For two weeks he's been trying to find the source and all along it was right under his nose. The apartment block was a few streets from the abonded warehouse he called home. Derek stared at the apartment block wondering which of its many inhabitants were the cause of his unrest. He leaned against the building across the road, his eyes on the apartment block's main door. He needed to find that scent even if it meant he had to stand here until every single person left the building. His phone beeped. He pulled it from his pocket checking the message.
"Where are you?" It read. It was from one of his Beta's, Isaac. Derek sent Isaac the address and it wasn't long before he showed up.
"What are you doing?" he asked looking around. "I traced the scent to these apartments," Derek answered.
"Okay, any idea who it can be?" Isaac said sliding down the wall sitting down on the ground. Derek stared down at him, but didn't say anything. Isaac had a good idea. They were going to be here for a while, so why not get comfortable. He sat down pulling his legs up and resting his arms on his knees.
"No fucking idea," he replied staring at the building.
"So we just wait?" Isaac asked looking at Derek.
"We wait," Derek said. They sat there for a couple of hours in utter silence. Neither Derek nor Isaac said a word. Derek was staring at the building and Isaac was busy on his phone. "Boyd's on his way," Isaac finally said breaking the silence.
"I don't think the entire pack is needed for a stake out," Derek said looking over at Isaac.
"He was bored," Isaac replied with a shrug. Twenty minutes later they were joined by Boyd. "Anything?" he asked sitting down next to Isaac.
"Nothing," Isaac replied.
"It's three in the morning," Derek pointed. "Whoever it is, is probably sleeping."
"Right," Isaac said with a nod. "I forgot about that."
"Don't you two have school tomorrow?" Derek asked looking at the two teens.
"It's Saturday," Boyd answered. "Oh yeah," Derek nodded.
He's been so fixated on finding the person with the scent that he's barely noticed what day it was. Isaac and Boyd started discussing Lacrosse while Derek idly listened. Around 6 o'clock the first wave of people left their apartments. They were the ones working. A second wave came out just before eight and at nine one woman stepped out. Derek rose from where he sat, staring directly at her his nose tilted slightly. "Derek?" Boyd said getting up. Isaac followed and looked at the woman. She paused putting on her sunglasses and set off in the opposite direction. "Did you smell that?" Derek asked not taking his eyes of her. "No," the teens said together. "It's her," Derek said following her. His wolf fought to be let free. Derek pushed it back, keeping it at bay.
"What are you planning on doing?" Isaac asked following Derek. Derek stopped. That was a good question. It wasn't polite to just go up to someone and sniff them. "Go home," he said to the boys. "What are you going to do, Derek?" Boyd questioned concern in his voice. "I'm not going to hurt her," he replied looking back at them. "Your eyes are disagreeing," Isaac said. Derek cocked his head to the side. It took him a moment to realize they were speaking of the wolf.
Derek reined in the wolf. "It's fine," he repeated. Isaac and Boyd didn't look convinced. But they didn't argue. Derek was their Alpha after all. "Don't hurt the pretty lady," Isaac said leaving, Boyd following.
Brooke Davis was drawn to Beacon Hills. She didn't understand why, but for some reason she felt that she needed to be here. There was something here calling to her. She walked out of a local Cafe, Latte in hand, and walked back to her car. She paused and turned around, her eyes falling on a handsome stranger. The same stranger that's been following her. Everywhere Brooke was there he was too. He stared at her intently a frown on his face. Their eyes met and a shiver ran down Brooke's spine. She blinked and he was gone. Brooke stared at the spot he stood, her heart beating a little faster than before. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was supposed to know him. She turned around and walked around the corner towards her car. She stopped in her tracks coming face to face with the stranger. Their eyes locked and that same feeling of familiarity washed over her. Derek stood grounded in one spot. There was something about this woman that drew him to her.
Ever since he found her two weeks ago he couldn't stop thinking about her. The time spent following her, he's had the opportunity to take in her beauty. She was absolutely beautiful, flawless even. He saw the shiver that ran along her spine, felt it go through him. He saw intrigue in her eyes, not fear. Like she knew him. Derek couldn't place her. But, she stirred something inside him. Brooke stepped closer his presence intoxicating. She didn't stop until she was only a few inches from him. She was close enough to hear him breathe. Derek inhaled sharply her scent drawing out his wolf. He instinctively stepped back afraid of hurting her. He barely knew her. "You've been following me," she observed still too close for his comfort. "I'm Brooke," she said extending her hand.
"Derek," he greeted taking her hand in his. He was careful to not get too close. Her hazel eyes found his and he stopped breathing. "So, are you stalking me?" Brooke asked holding his gaze. Derek was handsome. With his dark hair, hazel eyes and stubble he woke something inside Brooke. Brooke maintained eye contact, she could sense it was unsettling for him.
It all changed the day she met him. Brooke replied the memory of their meeting in the car park. He infiltrated her dreams and every waking moment was consumed by him. Brooke couldn't understand how one man could have such a profound effect on her. He still followed her like a lost dog. She didn't mind. To be completely honest she found it exciting. There was something about Derek that drew Brooke to him. The only problem was that he wouldn't let her get close enough to find out just why she was so consumed by him. It was dark when Brooke returned to her apartment. She found him standing outside watching her. A sudden flood of rain was unleashed from the heaven's. Brooke and Derek stared at each other from opposite sides of the road. Brooke smiled and went inside. Derek watched the door close behind her and listened to her take the stairs to the first floor.
She opened her apartment door and switched on the light. Brooke walked over to the window and saw Derek no longer standing outside. He was gone. Brooke sighed she was really hoping to see him once more before he disappeared for the night. There was a knock on the door, and Brooke smiled. Her gut told her it was him. She went to open the door. A wet Derek stood on the other side of the door. "Took you long enough," Brooke said stepping aside. Derek walked in and paused. He shouldn't be here. His wolf was erratic. It was dangerous for him to be here. Especially with Brooke in a confined space. Brooke closed the door excited by the sexual tension in the air. It was obvious with their very first encounter that there was chemistry between them. Brooke stepped closer and Derek growled. Brooke paused, sensing danger. "It's not safe for me to be here," Derek breathed. "Are you a serial killer?" Brooke jokingly asked. "Worse," Derek answered.
"Okay," Brooke said seriously, all jokes aside. "What's worse than a serial killer?"
"Me," Derek said mysteriously. "Right," Brooke laughed unzipping her dress. The sight of her undressing nearly killed him. He felt his control waiver. Brooke approached in just her underwear. The lace barely covering what it was meant to cover. Derek clicked his neck, and without thinking he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer. He leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was driven by pure animalistic lust. He thought Brooke would pull away and slap him, but she didn't. Instead she tangled her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. Afraid that he won't be able to contain his wolf, Derek pulled away. They were both breathless and it took all Derek's strength to walk away.
Brooke got out of the car walking towards the abonded house in the woods. She followed Derek here. She saw him and four teens walk into the house. Derek provoked Brooke's curiosity, enough that she felt she's become the stalker. It wasn't long before there were a few loud crashes and a couple of howls coming from the house. Brooke knew that she was meant to cower from the noise, but at the same time she was drawn to the house. That same feeling that drew her to Beacon Hills was now pulling her towards the house. What she came to Beacon Hills for was inside that house. She could sense it. Brooke walked to the front door, wondering how it was still standing. This house was one forceful wind away from collapsing. Brooke stopped in her tracks fear setting in. There were five people, dressed in all black, brandishing weapons and four creatures that looked like wolves.
One of the wolves paused and turned to look directly at her. His eyes red, menacing. Brooke's fear turned into admiration. The wolf blinked and he phased into Derek. "Run," Derek yelled turning back into the wolf. One of the men dressed in black headed straight for her, crossbow raised. Before Brooke could run, Derek jumped between her and the man. He crouched low snarling to the man. A warning, Brooke realized. "Brooke. Go," Derek said through gritted teeth, not breaking eye contact with the man in black. Brooke did what she was told. She turned around and hurried from the house. She reached her car and left the property.
The alarm that told Derek there was an intruder sound, pulling him from bed. He rushed over in time to see Brooke sliding the door open. She walked in wearing a black trench coat, and Derek was ready to bet his life that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "How'd you get in?" he asked as she slid the door closed behind her, silencing the alarm. "I have my ways," she replied looking at him with those seductive eyes of her. Derek couldn't have her here, in his home. Her scent drove his wolf crazy. It was almost like he had no control over it. It's been nearly a week since Brooke saw him in wolf form. Instead of running for the hills she kept advancing. It was like she had no fear. She didn't even flinch when she saw Derek transform. She stood transfixed. Brooke knew that a sane person would've put as much distance between themselves and the wolf. But she wasn't scared.
Not even a little. "You shouldn't be here," Derek said watching Brooke cautiously. He didn't trust himself around her. He didn't trust his wolf around her. Brooke smiled and took a step forward demanding Derek to really look at her. He was looking at her, but not seeing her. "Where should I be?" Brooke asked taking another step forward, untying the trench coat and dropping it on the floor. Derek was right. She had nothing on underneath. "As far away from me as possible," Derek said through gritted teeth. Her presence here was strong, her scent overwhelming. Derek fought to keep his wolf at bay. But it was persistent. He made the mistake to look Brooke directly in the eye. She grasped the wolf's attention, and what threw Derek was that the wolf looked at her and it didn't want to rip her throat out. Instead it wanted to lie down at her feet. That shocked Derek. He was an Alpha for god sake. He didn't bow to anyone. But something in Brooke's eyes made his wolf submissive.
Derek and Brooke stared at each other from across the room. She was challenging him. No. She was challenging his wolf. "I will hurt you," Derek breathed, fighting to keep the wolf under his control. His control was wavering. His eyes changed color. Brooke stared at him intently not worried at all. She had no fear. She felt strong, in control. Something told her that she'll be safe with the wolf. She was confident that no harm would come to her. It felt instinctive, natural even for her to draw out the wolf. "Brooke," Derek warned when she got too close. Brooke didn't budge, taking hold of his hand. She needed to stand her ground. Why she didn't know. But she held her stare firm. Derek felt his wolf fight to be let free. He wasn't even sure if it was lust or anger driving the wolf. Neither was good, because Brooke could get hurt.
"Brooke-" Derek didn't finish his wolf breaking through. His claws came out and he took a step back from Brooke. Afraid that he'll hurt her. "Derek," Brooke said inching closer. She continued advancing pushing Derek to take a few steps back. The back of his legs hit one of the chairs and Brooke forced him to sit down, their eyes still locked. Brooke's heart was hammering in her chest, drowning out all rational thought. With her legs on either side of Derek she sat down. He let out a low growl Brooke's scent calling to his wolf. "I'm not scared of the wolf, Derek," she said huskily, leaning closer. She stared into his eyes, almost like she was looking directly at the wolf. Derek lost the little control he had, his wolf surfacing. Brooke smiled seductively putting her hands on his shoulders getting closer.
Her hazel eyes held his red eyes, not breaking eye contact. Brooke bit her bottom lip and pressed her hips forward, arching her back slightly. Derek snarled, Brooke awakening every animalistic desire within him. He grabbed her face with his left hand, squeezing it between his fingers. His thumb nail made a small cut under her eye. Brooke smiled maintaining eye contact. Derek let out a roar and pushed her back. Brooke hid the floor, Derek on top of her his face hovering close to hers. His lips came crushing down on hers, the kiss driven by pure animalistic need. Brooke kissed back just as fervently, grabbing a hold of his face.
Derek still had his left hand squeezing her cheeks, and used the other to take Brooke's hands and restrain them above her head. The wolf needed to be in command, he needed to prove he was worthy of Brooke. The kiss intensified, and one of Derek's teeth cut Brooke's lip. Derek pulled back staring straight at Brooke. He gained control of the wolf and let go of her hands. Brooke touched her bottom lip with her middle finger touching the spot where Derek drew blood. "I want you to take me, right here, right now," Brooke breathed unbuttoning Derek's jeans. Derek inhaled and his wolf emerged again. "You don't need to ask twice," he barked with a smile. He pushed her legs apart and pushed inside her. Brooke groaned gripping his ass, arching her back. Brooke pushed her head forward grabbing Derek's bottom lip between her teeth, pulling his mouth to hers. He devoured her lips their tongues fighting for dominance. Every harsh thrust Derek gave Brooke met with equal ferocity. Derek used one hand to balance and the other to cup Brooke's face. Their gazes locked, and Derek let out a brutal howl and Brooke screamed as their bodies convulsed into climax.