A/N: I don't own anything the plot! Teen Wolf isn't mine!

Summary: A mysterious new person moves into Beacon Hills, but he's not causing much trouble. In fact, he's been, strangely, rather helpful to Stiles ever since he was kicked out of the pack after a night of passion with a certain alpha. Derek and the pack, have been avoiding him like the plague ever since and just when Stiles needed someone the most. Now he's pregnant with Derek's child and suddenly finding himself surrounded by demons claiming he's their pack leader. Trouble only starts when one of Stile's newly found pack members is murdered at the hand of the newly arrived Kistune Clan of Kira's family. How will Stiles' former pack react to Stiles' being the new Pack Leader of Demons? Will they help him or will there be war between the three packs? More importantly, what is Derek to do when Stiles' seems to appear less human.

Stiles sat on the cold tile floor of his bathroom, with his back against the wooden door. His skinny digits curled around the little white stick in his hand as he tapped it against his knee.

He knew exactly where he stood in the pack, but even so here he was, sitting helplessly as he tapped the stick holding his unplanned, and perhaps unwanted, destiny tying him to the pack.

He was pregnant; he knew it wasn't impossible for him to be pregnant. He had the gene after all. However, what was impossible was what he'd do next. Surely, he couldn't tell the baby's daddy about it, when he was the main one who wanted him out of the pack. He'd probably only think he had done it on purpose to keep himself tied to the pack.

He lowered his hand, finally letting his wrist rest against the tile floor as his lips curled down into a frown; it seemed like everything in his world was tumbling down so suddenly. The worst part, he was falling all by himself and there would be no one to catch him.

*~*FLASHBACK*~*

Stiles was out in the woods in the middle of the night, he had initially wanted to do this with Scott but Scott had ignored his calls and texts. He could only assume he was with Allison. It hurt him to know how easily of a person he was to be tossed aside. Sometimes he thought their years of friendship meant nothing to his 'best friend'.

He shook his head, getting himself together, and listening carefully to the sounds all around him. Stiles had seen a new mysterious person move into Beacon Hills, though that's not made his skin goose bump but the fact that he had been staring at the man, when he first arrived, through his window from across the street. The man had turned back to look up at him and smirked. That had sent all his flags up, yelling danger! Danger! He just couldn't shake off the feeling this man was not human.

So here he was, following the man into the woods, he knew it wasn't the best idea, doing it alone, but hell. It's not like he didn't call for back up.

"Hello Stiles, were you looking for me?" A voice ringed in his ear, making him come to an abrupt stop and look up startled. It was the man, but at the same time, not the man. It was strange; the man he had seen across the street, now had a sickening smirk and fangs. "U-uh...no.. I just happen to be taking a walk." Stiles said as he tried to be cool about it. The man's smirk only widened as he let out a chuckle, "I don't believe that, Stiles." The man said as he zoomed towards stiles, not even giving him a chance to blink as he suddenly found himself pinned up against the tree by his throat. He struggled to provide his lungs with air as his dull nails clawed at the man holding him so tightly.

"Let's try this again shall we? Why have you followed me? Does your pathetic human life mean so little to you that you'd walk straight into the lion's den?" The man asked as he released Stiles, but not after taking a long whiff of him. Stiles held his pained throat as he gasped for air, "y-you *coughs* su-…*coughs* sure are a talker.." Stiles said as he slowly brought his breath into a steady cycle. The man looked at him unamused with a small stare in warning.

"First of all pal, why have you come all the way from Ohio, to this shit city? Have you come to cause trouble? And how do you know my name, anyways?" He asked before throwing a glare his way, though it was hardly intimidating compared to his cold stare. The man smirked, though the odd thing was that, his eyes didn't reflect the amusement his smirk clearly showed, "Clever, Clever." The man taunted before parting his lips once more to speak to the teen "I see you've done some research, but I assure you, you'll be wasting your time. However, I'm sure you already know what I want deep down. For a smart kid, whom is the researcher for wolves, not to mention the smartest one amongst them, you sure ask the stupidest questions. Although as to your name, Genim Stilinski or rather preferred the pet name, Stiles, I've acquired it in the most fascinating way. Which, you'll soon be coming to find out about." The man smirked.

He couldn't help but wince, the man... he was demon, and nothing like the demon that had possessed him a year ago, this was a whole new specie of demon. But even so, he felt even more intimidated and scared of this one then the thing that was inside him. Even though it appeared not to be interested in attempting to harm, the feeling he felt, was never far from the truth, and right now Stiles wasn't feeling very too sure about this demon.

The man took a step closer to his personal space, making him flinch a bit and step back, "If I where you Stiles, I'd run home, where it's safe." He was confused by the warning though when he closed his eyes to blink and reopened them, the man was gone, and he was left standing there alone in the middle of the woods and a bit confused on what had just happened. He didn't know how to process this information. Though, he hardly had time to process anything when he suddenly heard a branch break making him quickly snap his head to his left. Bright red eyes stared at him, and his sudden fear rose in him again, "Derek?" He called out to the alpha unsure if it was him or not as he took a step back but it only served to make a growl escape the wolf and step closer to him.

Stiles didn't dare move. He shuddered under the intense gaze and shut his eyes, if it was Derek he would have cursed at him by now instead of eying him so intensively. He waited for something, anything, to happen but nothing. His eyes slowly opened and saw Derek staring down at him silently. He backed away startled "Jesus Derek! What the hell? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!" He half yelled as he held his hand over his chest trying to calm his racing heart. "Stiles," Derek said as his hand rose to cup the back of Stiles' neck and buried his nose in his neck.

Stiles immediately felt a blush creep up his neck and to his cheeks as he tried to move away but felt Derek's hand grab hold on his waist, as if to hold him from moving away. "What the hell Derek? Let go...!" He said a bit strained. It's not that he didn't have the hots for Derek, but it was because of the fact that he did, that he didn't want to be so close. He hated having the feeling of being at hands reach to someone he knew he could never have.

"Who touched you?" Derek asked as he backed Stiles to a tree, leaving him trapped between himself and the tree. Derek didn't know why he was doing this, he couldn't control himself, ever since the fall breeze brought him Stiles scent mixed with fear, he had left the comforts of his newly rebuilt home and followed it without a second thought. He knew it was the moons fault, making him be overly concerned with someone whom was in his pack, although he was his least favorite.

'Ah… so he just wants to know about the demon... I should have known he wasn't really concerned for me.' He thought as he let his body relax into the awkward place he suddenly found himself. "Some demon, I don't know who he is exactly but I'm working on finding out." He assured, the last thing he needed was having Derek harass him for being useless to the pack. He knew Derek was a good alpha and tried his best to help his betas and omegas be as normal as can be as well as control their little wolfies and get stronger, all together, while he, Stiles, did little to nothing to help, other than research, but even that sometimes he had help from Lydia or Deaton, heck even Peter helped.

"All I know is that this demon is nothing like the demon that possessed me... he's stronger, I can feel it. Strange, right? Maybe it's like some weird side effect I had from the possession, heck maybe I kept some freaky powers or something cause I'm telling you Derek something abou-..." his insufferable rambling was cut off by Derek's lips over his own, making his eyes go wide.

He had little time to process what was going on, as his body went into auto, as it rapidly forgot its common sense and resorted to instinct. "D-Derek" he breathed out as he gripped tightly to Derek's shoulders, as he bared his neck to the alpha as he grinded his hips against his to create more friction.

*~*END OF FLASHBACK*~*

"Stiles!" He was suddenly brought back from his flashback by his dad's voice yelling to him. "STILES!" The sheriff's voice got louder as he slammed his fist on the door Stiles had been resting on for nearly an hour.

"I'm coming, just give me a sec" Stiles yelled back as he scurried to pick the pregnancy box up and stick, wrapped it in toilet paper before trashing it. He quickly washed his hands and scurrying out the door, only to meet his father standing there with arms crossed with a worried gaze, "Something wrong kiddo? I've been yelling for nearly half an hour now." "No, I'm ok, I just think I had a bad lunch and it kind of gave me diarrhea, but I'm good." He said before grinning. His father just raised a brow before shrugging it off. "Alright then let's just try and have dinner and hope it doesn't upset your stomach again," his dad said as they walked down to the dining room.

It was silent for the most part; the sheriff looked through files with one hand while the other held his burger. Stiles stared at his dad for a bit and smiled a bit, he couldn't help he was unwanted by everyone even his dad, even though deep down he knew his dad loved him more then it appeared right now to him. He let out a sigh, and that caught his dad's attention. "Something you want to say Stiles?" The sheriff asked his son as he closed the file he was looking at.

He hesitated a bit before finally saying, "I was thinking, after I graduate I want to leave Beacon Hills. I mean I've been looking at colleges and there's one I really want to go to, but I didn't know how to tell you without making you think I didn't want to be with you." He said which only made his dad smile, "Hey, I wouldn't think that. I'm not going to lie, I may be a little depressed not having you around but I can't let my selfishness keep you from doing what you got to do. If it's what you want I'll support you son." His dad said as he placed his hand over his sons shoulder, lightly squeezing him.

Stiles gave him a smile, but didn't say anything anymore. The truth was he was afraid if he stayed much longer he'd completely fall apart. His friends, or should he say former-friends, weren't talking to him, nor answering their phones. But it wasn't like he was trying to contact them anymore. It had been nearly a month since Derek told him to get lost.