Rating: Mature in future chapters. I'll up the rating when we get there.

Warnings: Underage Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Allison Argent/Scott McCall Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore

Warning Tags:Claiming, Bonding, Mating, Pack Dynamics, mates mating for life, one sided relationship with Peter, were!stiles, creeper!peter, Attempted Rape Non-con touching, Murder scene, Masturbation, Ghost!Laura, Torturing, Talk of knotting but none actually takes place in this fic, There should be an actual mating in the sequel, BUCKETS OF ANGST, Misunderstanding, Setting what you love the most free

Disclaimer: I don't own teen wolf, I am sadly not the great God of Tv writing, Jeff Davis. Teen wolf belongs to him and all of the other writers.

unbeta`d, all mistakes are my own. If you want to read the whole thing or my other fics that are in progress. You should just head over to my AO3 account under the same name.

Full summary:

Takes place right after Peter offers Stiles the bite and then it becomes an alternate timeline.

"No, Peter just bit me there, I did try to ask why there and not where Scott had been bitten.. He said it didn't matter where you were-"
"Doesn't matter?! Hah, yeah, he lied to you Stiles... It matters."
"Matters, how?"
"You're in the process of being claimed and bonded to Peter Hale."

"Is there any way of stopping it?"
"There are a couple of options, The fast one and the one I'm not that sure about."
"Well let's hear em, come on, we don't exactly have all the time in the world."
"Either we kill him which is the one I'm not sure about, We have to be stronger before we challenge him...or."
"Yes?"
"I could stake a claim on you and begin my own ritual."
"Wait... what?"

CHAPTER ONE

It was late at night and Stiles made a split decision right then and there. He was tired of Scott being the one that had the powers but not the willpower or the intellect for that matter to do the right things. He was tired of being just below average in anything that he wasn't good at. Most of all, he was tired of being that fragile human that hid behind sarcasm. So when Peter had offered him the bite for helping him track down Derek. Stiles didn't fight or pull away, though he did struggle briefly when he saw where Peter was going to bite him.

"W-Why, Does it not matter where you're bitten?"

Peter stopped for a moment, gave a small smirk like he knew something that Stiles knew nothing about and then said, "No." before proceeding and biting Stiles on his right wrist. Stiles felt his heart beat pick up and the pain settled in, he flinched and made a small noise in the back of his throat once the teeth broke through the fragile skin and he could see blood coming out despite the way Peter's mouth had latched on. He briefly wondered if Scott bled that much when he was bit near his hip.

He didn't get to dwell on those thoughts much because now peter was sucking. He freaked out and tried to pull away but the older man was stronger and man handled him until he was pressed up against the nearest surface and a deep growl could be heard. Okay, so don't interrupt the now blood sucking Werewolf. "Don't tell me you're a vampire too."Stiles muttered under his breath and he would of said something else too except Peter's hand slid over his neck and squeeze with a brief warning that practically screamed 'shut up Stiles'.

He wondered if he was losing too much blood or something because he felt himself get slightly dizzy. Then again, he hadn't been all lying when he had told him that blood didn't make him feel very well. Stiles just remembers seeing black after that.

xxxxx

Stiles awoke with a start and for all of five seconds, he didn't know where he was until he gazed around wildly. He was at home in his bed that he distinctly doesn't remember getting into. He's still in yesterday's clothes so that brings some relief until he raises his right wrist to scratch at the back of his head and he sees something out of the corner of his eye. His wrist is bandaged and last night comes rushing in.

Shit.

He couldn't take back his decision now... So he woke up, he was alive. Did that mean that it worked? He didn't feel too different, in fact he still felt slightly antsy just like every morning except maybe he was a tad more focused than what he usually was. Did that mean that the ADHD was gone too? Just like with Scott's asthma? It was possible, but he was still on edge and noticed him tapping an unknown beat with his fingers on his leg absentmindedly.

Maybe he has always just been wired this way, hyper? Nice to know he had been possibly taking medication for nothing since it didn't seem to do anything except keep him awake at night. His thoughts trail off once he gets off the bed and walks over towards his bathroom to gaze into the mirror. He still looks the same too, damn, he had been hoping for like a hotness transfer or something. Nope, still just an average Joe. Maybe the bite didn't take?

He knew that was false the second he said it because he smelled Derek before he heard him.

There was a woodsy smell that had a hint of some kind of spice blended in with something else he couldn't even think to label and then he heard Derek come through his window. Stiles felt his heart pick up and he panicked for a moment before he heard Derek's voice sound from his room.

"Relax, it's just me..."

Stiles knows but that doesn't seem to matter, he looks around for anything long sleeved and finds nothing. So much for keeping it from Derek for a while. He lets out a sigh and makes his way out of the bathroom and into his room where Derek is sitting in the corner. Derek's eyes narrow as he sniffs at the air. He takes in Stile's appearance and a low growl resounds in the room.

"What did you do?! What happened?" Derek's off of his chair like it was on fire and over to him so fast, Stiles is stuck for words. Derek's zero's in on the bandage on his wrist and seems to be putting the puzzles together. He probably reeked of Peter, so that didn't help.

Derek's voice is low as he repeats what he said over and over softly. "What did you do?.. What happened?" Almost like a soft mantra as if he's trying to not panic himself. Stiles can feel something inside of him that he didn't have before. Something that shares his mind, something that wants to break out soon. Derek approaches and takes Stile's wrist in his hand softly touching the gauze before unwinding it. Like seeing it will actually make everything in fact real. But if the bite took, shouldn't the mark not be there? Maybe that's what's going to happen.

But it isn't what happens and Derek takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself down because his worse fears happened or something. "Did you ask for it here?"

Stiles is too busy staring at the large bite that isn't as gruesome as it had been last night but the fact that it's a scar now. Should he had been healed? Well, it's not really a scar, just scar like... Stiles is hoping it will fade. He must of asked that out loud because Derek is talking again. "This mark does fade after a while... but did you ask for it here?"

"No, Peter just bit me there, I did try to ask why there and not where Scott had been bitten.. He said it didn't matter where you were-"

"Doesn't matter?! Hah, yeah, he lied to you Stiles... It matters."

"Matters, how?"

"You're in the process of being claimed and bonded to Peter Hale."

Stiles felt his eyes get big and his heart thump with that small panic feeling that was building up. He heart beat was rising and going to fast, he saw a flash of red, his vision changing. Derek looked at him without blinking for a moment before approaching him and telling him to calm down. Stiles wonders if his eyes are golden too like Scott's are when they glow. Because how come Peter's is red and how come Derek's are an electric blue.

It's another time that he hasn't realized what he's said out loud.

"Yours are blue, like mine are when I'm changing."

Stiles doesn't know the significance of that but knows that he will, he'll know all the small details that had been kept from him when it came to werewolf lore.

The red fades and he can feel himself back to normal. "Okay, so rewind here, what do you mean I'm claimed and being bonded to Peter?" Derek looks off to the side and then lets out a deep sigh before speaking. "Being bitten on the wrist is the first step, after that he has to bite you on the neck and then fully claim you as his on the full moon for the ritual to be completed."

"And by fully claim you totally mean, oh god, no. Ugh, no way. You know he doesn't strike me as the type of person to take a no, no thank you, I don't want to be his freak'n mate or whatever. He also strikes me as the person that will totally take what he wants and not care. Awesome, first time having sex and I'm not even going to want it, that like, total rape." He's on the verge of babbling and probably would of had, hadn't Derek gotten so close to him, his his hands on his shoulders and spoke. "I won't let that happen to you. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

And Stiles is suddenly grateful for being a walking breathing polygraph because he can tell that Derek is telling him the truth. The younger teen feels himself relax and lean into Derek so that he's almost hugging him, then he brings up his arms and buries his face into Derek's neck and shoulder and then he is hugging Derek. He feels Derek awkwardly place his arms around Stiles too after a moment.

And for this brief moment in time, it feels like everything might be okay.