Done For You
A/N: *For those that read my other stories* Guys, I am alive! :)
I am so sorry. It's just every time I sit down and write for any of my BTR stories, I blank and never know what to write. So, initially, I decided to continue on and read stories that keep me away from here. And the idea for this came out. And so, I wanted to do a Teen Wolf story. I'm sorry for any inconvenience to any of you guys. I plan on working on my one shot for my BMT series, however, that will take longer than it already has because I don't like the way that it's going.
And there is no more centered crap in my stories. I got tired of the way that it looked. So, it's the way it's supposed to be.
Annyways, here ya go! :D
Chapter One.
Stiles hardly remembers the last time that he saw his dad and brother face to face. In fact, the only thing that he could remember about that day was that it was the day of his mother's funeral. But he remembers perfectly what it was like being in that house after his mom died; it sucked. He couldn't go through the house without being reminded of his mom and that she was no longer around. That was why he left. It was why he left in the middle of the night, being as quiet as possible because his twin brother was a light sleeper, and walked out the front door before running a couple blocks.
It hadn't been easy at first, being on his own, the only reason why he survived was because he ran into this girl named Laura who gave him a ride "home". He had told her that he had been kidnapped and he needed to get home before his parents got worried. He felt bad for it now, but back then he just had to leave.
It took him a while, but eventually he ran into these brothers who were his age and reminded him of his own brother – they were twins also. At first, he said that his parents were out of town and he had gone to school, locking the door, and had left the key inside when he left; his "parents" weren't gonna be home until the next weekend. And by the time that next weekend came up, he told them that his parents weren't coming back for him. It wasn't until years later that he told the brothers truthfully what had really happened; they only replied with a 'we knew you were lying' before changing the subject.
He blocks out the panic attacks that happened back home, or he told himself that what he did. They stopped happening when he got almost a whole state away from Beacon Hills and it made it that much easier to forget about his family back home. He didn't get in contact with his dad until the brothers knew the truth; it would have been hard to explain before. Now he had the others to look out for the adults and tell him when one of them were coming.
What made things impossible for him, was when he found out that the brothers happened to have been keeping a secret from him. He literally stumbled upon the truth, having snuck out once to crash a party that someone at school was throwing. He had decided to come home early – "no, Aiden, I wasn't kicked out. I was just bored" – and when he walked through the front door, they were all there half wolfed out and ready to maul anyone that had contact with Stiles all night. It had taken him awhile to get used to the whole werewolves-are-real thing, and when he finally accepted it, he got his first boyfriend.
Ethan had always had some sort of crush on Stiles, that's what Aiden says anyways, and Stiles was apparently too oblivious to recognize it. It wasn't Stiles' fault, he had never had any experience with things like that; they should know. But when they went out on their first date, everything became really obvious to him and he was grateful for that because it made things a whole lot easier on Stiles. Especially when he and Ethan would sneak off alone and make out or something more involving less clothing. Stiles and Ethan got together Freshman year, which gave them two years of going out, and Stiles was starting to get the hang of it.
No one outside of Ethan and Aiden's family liked Stiles all that much, always warning Ethan that he'd turn on them and rat them out to the hunters (Stiles didn't even know about hunters until then). But what made things worse, was the fact that the pack was always trying to get them to break up. That never made much sense to Stiles, since they were all werewolves and knew when he was lying or when he smelt of someone different; he never did either of those.
But the pack knew that Ethan would choose pack over a human any day. And that was why they resorted to their last resort.
X
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Ethan, you have been arranged to marry this man." The alpha said, pushing a photo across the table towards where Ethan and Stiles were sitting. Stiles had understood right away what was going on and he was frozen, not being able to move because he didn't know what to do. He didn't want Ethan to have to choose between his pack and him. "We intend to merge the packs and they only agreed if we were willing to have their son marry someone of this pack."
"No." Was Ethan's immediate response.
"Ethan, you can't say no. If you refuse to do this, you have no room in this pack."
"Why are you doing this?"
The alpha's eyes shifted towards Stiles, who finally was able to move and breath when he heard the tone in Ethan's voice, before answering. "Because you won't take any of our hints. Stiles isn't part of this pack, nor will he ever be; he's human. Therefore, he's not strong enough."
"You don't even know him! How would you know what he's capable of?!"
"Ethan, it's not worth it." Stiles sighed, biting his lip and looking down. He didn't want to see the look on his face; he knew that he'd be upset that Stiles was giving up so soon. But Ethan needed his pack, if he didn't have them, he'd be weak and eventually a pack or hunter would find him and they'd be dead. "I'm -"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Stiles!" Ethan's voice changed then, turning more into a growl than anything and he turned back to his alpha. "You aren't going to win this way. I won't marry that guy and I won't stay in this pack if it means losing Stiles."
"I won't either."
Everyone turned towards the new voice, shocked that someone else had been listening into their conversation and join in. Aiden was standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest with a glare taking over his face that was directed towards the alpha.
"Guys, seriously, it isn't worth it." Stiles said, standing up and heading towards the door that was currently blocked by Aiden. "Move."
"No, you aren't leaving until we are all agreeing on something."
"Stiles, stop saying that. You are worth it. You're family, now that it's been nearly eight years. And I refuse to stay if you leave."
Stiles thought that maybe they were doing all of this just to try and get him to back down, so he sat back in his chair and tuned out the rest of the conversation. He was confident that when it came down to it, they wouldn't leave the pack. Their health depended on a pack and they couldn't just leave a pack and join the nearest pack that was out there. There was a low chance that they'd get accepted into a pack now and they couldn't risk it.
"So, it's settled then. You three are to leave in an hour, and if I hear about you guys hiding out near here, I'll personally seek you out and kill you." the alpha said, standing up and leaving the room.
Stiles snapped out of his trance at that, not really understanding what had gone down to get a reaction like that. He looked at both of them, trying to figure out what had happened, but neither were looking towards him and he couldn't read minds. At least, he didn't think he could; but there was always a chance that it could happen. Werewolves were real, why not mind reading?
"Let's go, we have to get ready to leave. We don't have much time and knowing you Stiles, we'll need half the time for you alone." There was a smirk on Aiden's face after he said that, clearly changing the subject because he knew Stiles would grill them about everything.
Stiles allowed the change, only for the time it took to get out of there, and scoffed. "I resent that accusation. If anything, that half hour would be yours and I'd be done with twenty minutes to spare."
"Guys "
"Oh, yeah?"
"Guys"
"Yeah"
"Okay, how about this -?"
"GUYS! Will you pay attention? We have an hour to get out of here. If I were you two, I'd be worrying about getting your things and not about who'd be done the fastest or about making bets."
They both glared at him for a few seconds before turning their gazes towards each other. A wide grin spread across their faces, as if they could read each other's mind – maybe mind reading was real – and before Ethan could protest, they both ran down the hallway towards their rooms and the only thing you could hear was the sounds of frantic searching and shoving and footsteps running across the floor of their rooms.
Ethan let out a sigh, already knowing the outcome of the bet, and made his way towards his own room, calmly getting his things ready. He was finished within five minutes, both boys still running around their rooms.
X
"Cheating!" Stiles and Aiden both yelled, glaring at Ethan and deciding to momentarily forget about the bet that they made in their minds to complain.
"How is that even possible? We started before you!"
"Yeah, and we were going way faster than you were!"
"Maybe because I wasn't rushing and I knew what I was putting in the bags before I actually put it in there." Ethan said, already getting annoyed with the two of them. "Aren't you guys worried about who beat who?"
"Psh, are you kidding?" Stiles asked, looking offended that Ethan would even think that his brother was the winner. "Clearly, it was me."
"What? No, it was totally me!"
Ethan sighed, walking away and leaving them to their argument.
X
By the time that the three of them were on the road, they had finally given up on deciding who won and instead made Ethan choose. He chose Stiles, mostly because Stiles could withhold sex from him and that was a thing that they both enjoyed way too much to go without. Aiden obviously knew why and bugged them about it until they stopped two hours into the drive to stop and get gas.
Stiles had mentioned that they could go to his family's house until they knew where they were headed. He warned them that it would probably be a really intense and emotional experience at first, because he hadn't told his dad that he was leaving before he actually did, and they accepted it, knowing that it was something along those lines of how Stiles ended up in Nevada at the age of ten without his parents. They were ready for anything.
Ready for anything except the replicated Stiles answering the door when they got there and knocked on the door. If it wasn't for Stiles being the one that knocked on the door, they would have questioned him about how he got there so fast. The other thing that gave it away was the fact that: yes, he smelt like werewolves, but it wasn't the right ones and this Stiles had a different scent when you got passed the werewolves.
Before anyone could say anything, two people stepped up behind the lookalike and one of them sent alarms off in the werewolves minds, making them stiffen as to not give anything away in case the humans didn't know about them.
"Dad!" Stiles was the one to break the silence, finally able to use his voice at the sight of his dad.
In that second, Stiles and his father both pushed passed the two in the way and wrapped their arms around each other. At the sudden movement, Ethan and Aiden growled out a warning. In response, the other guy bared his fangs and growled, causing the lookalike to pull the two humans that were hugging apart.
When they were apart and able to notice what was going on, Stiles' eyes went wide and turned around to push Ethan and Aiden away from the door before anything could happen.
"No!" Stiles glared at the two, pointing a finger in their direction to add effect. "That's my dad! You don't attack him!"
Aiden retracted his fangs and let his eyes got back to their normal, human color; but Ethan took a while to calm down, only giving in when Stiles reached out and touched his arm.
"What's going on?" John Stilinski asked, looking between everyone as everyone calmed down. "Dylan? Stiles?"
"Huh?"
"Looks like Stiles got his own werewolves, dad."
"How is it that you both aren't even around each other half your lives and you still end up the same way?"
X
"Scott's a werewolf?"
As soon as everyone was settled and introduced to each other, Stiles and Dylan (Stiles' twin brother) sat down and told each other what they had been up to for the past nine years. Stiles was amazed with how much Dylan had been through since he had only found out about werewolves a couple years ago. Whereas, Stiles has known about werewolves almost as long as he's been gone.
Stiles told him about them being kicked out of their pack because no one actually liked Stiles and they only tolerated him because of Ethan and Aiden. But he didn't mention that him and Ethan were dating; mostly because he didn't know how well his brother would react to the fact that he liked guys.
"Yeah, Peter bit him." Dylan stated. "It was like the start of everything supernatural happening in this town. He didn't know who else to come to, so he came to me."
"And you've been in a pack since?"
"No, Scott just recently accepted being in the pack. Derek has been trying to get him to submit since he was bit, but Scott wouldn't until the last full moon."
"Why? What happened last full moon?"
"Not much. Just that his girlfriend left the week before. And he didn't have an anchor that worked as well."
"The hunter?"
"Yeah."
"Why would he date a hunter?"
"She wasn't a hunter when they started dating. It wasn't until later that she found out."
"Right. Anything else I should know?"
"Um, no. Well, just that Peter is a creep."
"Kay, I think that's everything, right?"
X
Later that night, Stiles was heading into his brother's bedroom when he was stopped by Aiden.
"I wouldn't go in there, if I were you."
Stiles' eyebrows scrunched up as he tried to understand why Aiden would suggest that, but nothing that popped into his mind made sense or seemed possible. So, instead of trying to come up with something, he questioned Aiden about what he meant. "What?"
"Your brother's bedroom. Him and Derek are in there." Aiden pointed towards the door to the room for good measure.
"Dylan and Derek? Why would they be in there together?"
"Are you really going to play dumb, Stiles?" He raised an eyebrow, showing that he wasn't amused with Stiles at the moment.
"I don't – wait, you mean to tell me that they're in there…" Stiles made a disgusted face at the idea of what they were doing in there.
"Yeah." Aiden laughed at Stiles' reaction. "I could smell it as soon as he answered the door earlier today."
"No, he would have told me."
"Maybe. Maybe not. I mean, if no one else is supposed to know."
"If no one else is supposed to know, then why do it? I mean, most of the people around them have werewolf sense of smell like you."
"You have a good point. But they probably are too afraid of Derek to actually mention it to either of them."
"So, wait. They're in the room? Right now?"
"Yep." Aiden had a smile on his face as he said it.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because now you'll understand what I've been through the last two years."
"That's not fair!" Stiles used his arms to gesture around him and Aiden. "We never did anything when we were supposed to be in bed."
"No, but payback's usually worse than what's actually happened."
They were both sticking their tongues out at each other when the bedroom door opened to reveal Dylan standing there. His hair was slightly unkempt and his shirt looked a little crooked, but as for that Stiles wouldn't have been able to tell that anything had happened in there.
"You coming to bed, now, or are you just going to stand out here all night?"
"Coming, just give me a minute."
"Well, I'd like to get to bed soon. So, be quick."
Stiles didn't understand the feel that he was getting from the information about his brother and Derek, but figured that it had to do with the fact that his brother was in there sexing it up with an alpha werewolf.
X
"I'd give him a few more minutes before he comes in."
"Really?"
"Yeah" Dylan smirked over towards Derek. "So, mates, huh?"
"Shut up." Derek's eyes turned red, fangs extending in a show of power. Derek didn't want to talk about it, was hardly even ready to think about it, and there was only one reason why he was still even at this house. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Hey, I'm okay with it. If you are."
"Just get over here before your brother comes in."
"I can totally do that." Dylan walked towards the bed and crawled up to Derek's face, leaving bite marks on Derek's chest as he went. "You know, I wouldn't even care if we continued this between the two of us if you told him…" The smirk was back on Dylan's face.
"I'm not planning on telling him." Derek leaned up to bite at his neck, planning on leaving it at that before a thought popped up in his mind. "And neither are you."
Dylan pouted, leaning back so that he was sitting on Derek's thighs. "You're no fun."
"Dylan," The name was said in a growl, warningly, as soon as the door swung opened to reveal the other Stilinski. "I mean it."
With that, Derek pushed Dylan off of his lap, didn't look over at the door and snuck out the window. The two of them stood there, awkwardly staring at anything but the other, before Aiden peaked into the room a few minutes later.
"Night, Dylan!"
Dylan ignored him, instead locking his sight on his brother who was pushing Aiden out the door enough so that way he could close it.
"You and, uh, Derek a thing?"
"Nope." He said, popping the p. "And no one's ever gonna know about it, either."
"You like him, though?"
"No." Before Stiles could question him anymore about anything, he got up out of bed and shut off the light. "Go to bed, Stiles, we've got a long day tomorrow. Your little werewolves are gonna have a tough day, and so will you."
He knew he shouldn't be lying to his brother, his twin, but just – the fact that the guy that he was actually falling for was destined to be with someone else. And he didn't like that. It made it worse that Derek wouldn't tell him who it was. But there was no doubt that it had to be one of those stupid werewolves that Stiles brought along with him. It was the only thing that made sense.
He guessed it could have been Stiles, but what was so different between him and Stiles? They looked the same, they both knew about werewolves, they both even acted the same. The only difference was that Stiles wasn't as strong as he was when their mother died. Stiles had run away, Dylan had stayed. Derek didn't need someone who was weak.
So, it didn't make any sense to him.
And since there was absolutely no way it could be Stiles, Dylan was bound to make Ethan and Aiden's life as miserable and he could. He wasn't going to make it easy for either of them. Especially Ethan.
Because he and his brother were dating – Derek had mentioned that they smelled like each other more than Stiles and Aiden – and Dylan wasn't going to allow Ethan to hurt his brother's heart. Even if him and Derek were destined to be together by some stupid werewolf law of mates.
X
Derek didn't want it to be true; didn't want Stiles to be back. Well, he did. But it brought back so many memories, that he was having trouble thinking about anything other than his mate and how he was the same as when he was younger.
He remembers Stiles' mom, before she started bringing her son over to the house; how she had been around all the time. He remembers how his mom said that she was important to their family and that one day he'd be able to understand what everything meant. He knows what she meant now – Stiles was his mate – and understood why Claudia had been around more often once her son was introduced to him.
The fact that, as soon as he saw Stiles when the front door was opened, his wolf reacted was going to be a problem; because the whole time that he was actually there and was being introduced to the three of them, all he wanted to do was pull Stiles into his chest and make him smell like only him, show those other wolves that they belonged together and they weren't allowed to touch.
But until Stiles understood what they were – even though it would take a lot more for Stiles to even agree to have him in his life like that – Derek wasn't going to be allowed to do that, or anything else.
It wasn't like Derek needed his mate to live, anyways. He's gone this long since he's had him close, he can survive a little longer without Stiles within his reach. Plus, Stiles seemed to really like the Ethan guy, even though no one was supposed to know about them.
X
The next morning found the four of them sitting around the dining table, talking. John had gone to work that morning before anyone else had gotten up, while Ethan woke up a little afterwards to take a shower before anyone else got up. As Ethan was walking out of the bathroom, the others were making their way out of the bedrooms and down the stairs.
"How did dad get brought into all of this?" Stiles asked, finally giving in and asking one of the questions he wanted to know the most. Dylan had mentioned that at first their dad hadn't known about werewolves, but recently it had been hard to not tell him anything.
Stiles had made it his mission to make breakfast, which he was standing over the stove flipping pancakes as he talked to his brother. Ethan and Aiden were sitting in the living room, pretending to be staring at the television, when in fact they were listening in just in case they were needed. They didn't question when Stiles told them that Dylan wasn't going to hurt him, but only because they wanted to be able to trust him; however, they couldn't pretend that it's been ten years since they've been in the same house. Stiles couldn't be a hundred percent about his decision to trust him.
""We needed his help with something, and I was kind of tired of lying to him about it." Dylan sighed, knowing sooner or later that Stiles would begin asking the more important questions. "Even if I didn't tell him, later on that day, he ended up being taken by some bitch that was supposed to be our teacher."
"What? Dad was taken?"
"Yeah, but obviously, nothing happened. Found him after awhile and saved him."
Dylan acted like it wasn't a big deal, while Stiles thought that it was a huge deal. But you couldn't actually blame him; he had been away for years and hadn't even thought about what would happen if the rest of his family knew about supernatural creatures. And the fact that he comes home and finds out that his father was pretty much forced into this lifestyle because he was taken by some bitch who was their teacher, didn't actually make him feel all that great.
And to top it off, his brother was lying to him. It didn't take a werewolf, or to have been told, to know that last night. He doesn't understand why it would have been such a big deal; maybe with the pack, but not between brothers.
"How can you say that?!" Stiles turned around from the stove long enough to glare at his brother before turning back around quickly. "How can you just say 'nothing happened' when dad was taken the day that he was finally brought into our world?! You act like it's no big deal!"
"Because it's not, Stiles." Dylan sighed, standing up from the table to walk over towards Stiles. "You haven't been through the same things we have. Honestly, that wasn't the hardest thing we've been through."
"Oh, right. Have you forgotten the fact that I've been in a pack of my own? Just as long, if not longer, than you have." Stiles glanced sideways towards Dylan, before taking the pancakes off the stove and stacking them on a plate. "And I've been in this longer than you have. I know when something important and when something isn't. Besides, he's our dad! You should be concerned; not pretending like there isn't anything to worry about."
"Stiles, just drop it!" Dylan returned his own glare, before turning towards the doorway and walking away. "It doesn't concern you."
That's what Stiles had been afraid of; coming back here and his brother acting like they weren't even related. But this was something more; he was saying that the pack wasn't any of his business, that he shouldn't worry about their dad's life being in danger, that he and his friends had no chance of being accepted into the pack.
X
Walking into the living room when he was finished making the pancakes, Stiles felt suddenly out of place. Five people had joined Ethan and Aiden; Derek and four other people. Stiles wasn't sure where Dylan had gone, but guessed he didn't really want to be found at the moment.
Stiles hadn't heard the front door open or anyone knock on the door, but figured that he was too busy caught up in his own mind to have heard anything around him.
Everyone had turned towards him when he walked through the doorway, which had caused him to stop walking, but no one made any move to show that they knew, or had a guess, at which Stilinski he was. But as time passed, the ones that Stiles guessed were werewolves widened their eyes and one of them stood up from the couch.
"Stiles?"
"Scott." There was no doubt in Stiles' mind that he was Scott. He practically looked like an older version of his younger self; puppy eyes included.
"Oh my god, Stiles!" Scott ran forward, wrapping his arms around Stiles' shoulder to bring him into a hug. "I never thought I'd see you again!"
"It's good to see you, too, Scott." Stiles smiled, bringing his arms up to wrap around Scott's back.
When they pulled back, Scott's face was scrunched up. "You smell different, though."
"That's probably the pack that he's been with since he's left." Derek said, bringing the attention back to him and the conversation back to what they were talking about before.
A full thirty seconds later, Stiles had been counting, his brother came from upstairs, showered and dressed as if he was leaving. That earned him a glare from Derek, as well as Scott, which caused him to stop at the bottom of the stairs before continuing on towards the kitchen.
"Dylan, you need to be here for this conversation." Derek spoke up, loud enough for him to hear in the kitchen.
"Why? Because it's not like you're going to let anyone else have a say in this decision." Dylan came back into the doorway. "You're just going to let them into the pack, without knowing them, and ask for no one's opinion on the matter."
"Would you rather them not be in the pack and your brother leave?" Derek was standing by the front door, but took a step forward as he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.
"It's not like it would make much difference." Dylan refused to look away from Derek as he spoke, afraid that he'd lose his confidence to say what he wanted to. "He's been gone for ten years, the fact that he's been back for half a day wouldn't make it hard to watch him go."
Derek's eyes moved towards Stiles for a second, checking his reaction towards this, before going back to Dylan. He could feel the disappointment and guilt flowing off of Stiles in waves as he tried to pretend like that hadn't hurt him. Derek almost wanted to give in to his wolf and take Stiles away from this before it go to be too much on him. He knew, though, that Stiles and Dylan wouldn't move forward and forgive each other until they both got everything out in the open. So, he stayed put and pushed down the urge of his wolf.
"And where, exactly, do you think they should go?"
"I don't care! I don't care where they go, as long as it's far away from here! It's not fair that you just let them come into your territory and accept them into your pack without so much as asking us for our opinion!"
There were growls at that from Ethan and Aiden; they had been trying to keep from showing their anger so far, but at those three words they couldn't hold in the growls. At that, Stiles moved towards them and wrapped a hand around each of their wrists.
"How do you feel about this, Stiles?"
"Um, uh, I don't -"
"It's okay. He's being truthful, you're allowed to tell him the truth as well."
"Um, well…" Stiles looked around the room, quickly, trying to figure out how to word it without telling everything. In the end, he decided to just go ahead with the truth. "I wouldn't have come here with them if it hadn't been for me being kicked out." Stiles let go of the wrists and looked down towards the ground, that way he wouldn't have to see anyone's reaction. "I was never completely welcomed into the pack by everyone, but everyone never made a big deal out of it.
"At least, not until the alpha wanted to marry into another pack. The other alpha's son was gay, like Ethan, and Ethan was the only one that was gay in the pack. So, the alpha told him that he was to either marry the guy or leave the pack. Since Ethan and I are together, Ethan chose to leave. Aiden came into the room and said he wasn't going to stay either."
"So, you didn't even want to come back?" Dylan asked, looking a little hurt at the knowledge his brother wouldn't have even come back if it wasn't for being kicked out.
"It's not that I didn't want to come back to you and dad. I didn't want to come back to this house. You were always closer to dad. So, you didn't have it as bad as I did when she died coming into this house. But I couldn't – can't stand being in here."
X
No one said anything for what felt like forever. Everyone just stared between Stiles and Dylan, trying to figure out what they were thinking; while Stiles and Dylan were both staring at the ground and refusing to be the first one to speak.
The person to break the silence was the Sheriff walking through the front door to a house full of teens.
"Is there something going on?"
"No, sheriff, I was just coming over to introduce everyone."
Dylan was right when he said that Derek wasn't letting anyone have a say in bringing these three into the pack. However, the reasoning behind it wasn't what Dylan was probably thinking. Sure, part of it had to do with his mate being one of them. But that didn't mean it was the whole thing. The only reason that Dylan didn't know the whole thing was because it was a conversation that Derek and John had on their own; Derek had promised him that when they found his son, he'd make sure to keep him there. And just because Dylan didn't trust the other two, didn't mean Derek was allowing them to leave.
And just because he finally had his mate back, didn't mean it was the only reason why he wanted them to stay and be accepted into the pack.
"Seems a bit tense for introductions, though."
"Ah, well, some people didn't agree to my decision."
"And I'm guessing that led to an argument between my sons."
Derek didn't reply, just turned his attention back towards Stiles and Dylan who had looked over at their dad when he said that. They looked a little offended at what he said, but not enough that they spoke up to argue with him.
"People don't agree with your decisions because you aren't asking our opinion." Dylan said, crossing his arms before looking over towards the other. "Right, guys?"
"Um, actually Dylan, you're the only one with a problem with them staying…" Scott muttered, looking down at the ground so he wasn't able to see his reaction.
"That's not true." He scoffed, looking between the other three. "Is it?"
The three refused to say anything, but it was obvious that they didn't have a problem with the three of them staying.
Dylan was a bit hurt by that, not finding it fair that they were so willing to let Derek make all of the decisions without even consulting them about their thoughts on the matter. And they didn't even know if these two were going to be able to accept Derek as their Alpha.
"Do you not care about any of your pack's opinion?" Dylan asked, turning the conversation from him towards Derek.
It wasn't like Dylan cared all that much about them joining, aside from one of them being Derek's mate; he really didn't mind because it meant that his brother would be staying and not disappearing again. It's just that Derek isn't even asking, just jumping into something without talking about it with his beta's or any other member of his pack. And Dylan didn't really think that was all that fair to him. They were a pack, finally; they needed to act like one.
Derek stayed silent for a few seconds, glaring at Dylan before speaking. "Okay, how about this? Raise your hand if you have a problem with them joining." Derek paused for a few seconds, long enough for Dylan to raise his hand. "Now, raise your hand if you don't."
Everyone else in the pack, including John Stilinski, raised their hands, looking only a little bit guilty that no one else was on Dylan's side.
"Now, why do you have a problem?"
Dylan stuttered out his response, taken back that Derek was actually asking him something without forcing anything out of him. "I don't. I just didn't like that you didn't talk to us about it before hand."
"I did talk to my beta's separately. And last night, I talked to you about it. I thought you understood my reasoning about why I'd be willing to let them be accepted into the pack."
Dylan looked away, remembering the brief conversation last night about Derek's mate. But from the way that Derek had acted last night, he didn't think that he'd actually do something so soon about that; it had seemed like Derek was a little bit ashamed about who his mate had turned out to be. And that didn't make any sense; both boys were good looking (obviously they both would be, since they were identical like him and his own brother) and were just as strong if not stronger than Derek. But maybe it was just because it was Stiles' boyfriend that ended up as Derek's mate. And in that case, Dylan would have to have a stern talking to.
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