The problem with falling in love is, that sometimes the people you fall for are arseholes. Stiles Stilinski met said arsehole as he stood in a que for his run for coffee, when someone walked into the café. There was a chill of the October air coming into café before the door closed making every one shiver the sudden coldness but then they went back their chit chat and warm food. Stiles looked up from his phone after he got asked for a coffee run from his dad, he saw the man in black walk pass him and up to the counter. "One coffee black." He said his voice, his voice was deep and gruff and Stiles just looked wide eye at the man.

He shook his head and balled his fists as he let the man get his cup of coffee, but the barista was making mooy eyes at the man with the dark hair and black leather jacket "Excuse me?" He called out to the blonde woman, however ignored him as she was too busy trying shove her boobs in his face instead of giving him his coffee, he didn't seem to impressed either but he wasn't stopping her. "HEY BLONDIE!" He half yelled, she turned and looked at omega and blinked wide eyed "There are five people here all looking to get their order in and I don't care if you're blowing this arse hole…" He pointed to the man in black "…which seems to give him the right to skip the line but I would like to put my order in, before my dad puts a missing person out on me!" He snarled, the blonde beta looked shocked and then was seething as the rest of the people queuing behind the teen were clapping. The man in the leather jacket turned to face the teen and looked down at him.

The man flashed his blue eyes at Stiles and the teen snorted "Oh please, put your eyes away." By then the manager of the café sent the blonde on her way, letting the manger deal with Stiles order. The werewolf left the coffee shop with drink. Stiles knows mouthing off to a werewolf is bad idea but he grew up with wolves all his life, his best friend his werewolf actually most of his friends are weres. He grabbed his small open box of coffee about 11 cups in all and walked out after manger had told him it was on the house.

Stiles walked out the café and pulling out his keys for his jeep, he open the jeep's passenger door and then placed the box inside before he was flipped and his back was pressed to the side of the jeep. Stiles let out a gaps as the air was knocked out of her lungs as he looked up at the neon blue eyes. "What is your issue kid?" He snarled,

"My issue? My issue is men like you a wolf with an alpha complex that thinks he walks into any place like they own it and fuck anyone else who is there. You know how long I was in that line before you jumped in?" The man frowned and shook his head "10 minutes!" He hissed as he pushed the man's hands off his shirt. The dark haired man looked him up and down and let out a little huff,

"You know omegas like you need to be kept in line, because shooting your mouth off will one day get you into trouble." He growled, at him as he poked him in the chest. Stiles stiffen and scowled at him.

"I'm not omega!" He growled back, the wolf lean forward and sniffed the teen's neck and chuckled.

"Sure you are not…" He turned to see the box off coffee seeing the name written cross the cups 'Stilinski' his hands dropped and he stood back from him, his eyes flicking between the teen and cups

"Stilinski as Sheriff Stilinski?" He asked, Stiles smirked seeing the look on the man's face

"Yeah I'm his son?" Stiles told him.

"His son."

Stiles frowned as he watched man put the blank face on and then pulled out his wallet and took out 20 dollars and put it into the teen's jacket "For the coffee Stiles." He watched the teen jump at the man knowing his name, but who doesn't know that the sheriff's son is called Stiles…not many...

"Thanks?" He frowned not sure how to handle the man putting money in his pocket.

"It's Derek by the way." That was all the name the man was going to give him and got into his flashing black car.

"More like Dick." Stiles mumbled as he closed jeep door and went around the other side and drove off the police station.

Once at the police station Stiles brought in the coffee to the Deputies they swarmed around him for their cup. The teen grabbed one cup and then his own before walked into his dad's offices and placed the cup on his desk "Sorry I took so long." John looked up at him and smiled as his son smiled back at him.

"It's okay, hey listen I would like you to stay at Scott's tonight." Stiles raised an eyes brow at his dad and tilted his head as he watched his dad sip his coffee and then stood up from the desk.

"Not that don't like that idea of Xbox, sugary drinks and pizza with my best mate, but can I ask why?" He asked as he sat down and sipped his own drink. John looked at him and frown wondering whether or not to tell him.

"I got a letter this morning and it's a threatening that if I don't back off from Argent case you will be taken." John told him, Stiles frowned and rubbed the back of his head as he thought about the Argent case the only reason one that came to mind.

"Ummm that is the where Kate Argent's body was found on their drive way?" He asked, John nodded and sighed "Are you planning on dropping the case?" He asked

"Hell no, I know it's the Hales, I just need to find the evidences to prove it then I can rest easy." He sighed as he looked worryingly at his son "And I know you keep your blood hound nose, just keep out of it." Stiles frowned and held his hands up.

"I will keep my nose out of it."

"Not that I don't trust you by trouble making son, but I'm having Deputy Parrish keeping any eye on you." Stiles smiled at him and looked behind him to look out the window to see said Deputy drinking his coffee.

"Cool alpha complex males looking after little old me." Stiles said, with a smile.

That smile dropped quickly as he looked at his dad, and he started to fiddle with his hoody pull strange "Dad is my scent markers coming off?" He asked, John frowned and sniffed the room before leaning in close to his son and sniffed him.

"No why?" He was worried now, they had kept it quiet for a reason that Stiles is an omega because the Hale mob would surely use it against the sheriff but the Argent would have it spread though out the whole town before the papers got a hold of it. There is nothing wrong with being an omega in this day and age, it just people like Gerard Argent and Peter Hale don't seem to know how to follow these rules only their own…barely.

"Just some Alpha arse hole calling me out in the street as an omega, but once he saw the names on the cups he paid me 20 and was off." John nodded and rubbed the back of his head

"Put some more on in case, you know I'm use to your scent."

Meanwhile…

Derek pulled up at the family home, driving into the leaf covered drive way he stopped and then flung himself out of the car before slamming the door shut. He up to the house and let himself in and stood in the hall way he could smell his uncles scent everywhere but that didn't help him tell him where he was "Where is he?" He snarled seeing his cousin, walking down the stairs grabbing her jacket.

"Who?" She asked, as she looked at him

"Peter? Who else?" He snarled, the girl frowned at him wondering what got the wolf's bee in his pants.

"His offices." She watched Derek dart off down the hall towards the offices before she could ask why he wanted to see her father. Pushing the door open instead of knocking on it he walked up to the desk just as Peter sent two of his betas out the room. His uncle become alpha after the fire that killed most of their family and since then he has be rebuilding family and the family business.

"You want to kidnap a kid? What the hell happen at not hurting children?" He snarled, Peter looked at him as if he was amused by his nephew outburst.

"Sorry?"

"Don't play games Peter! I met the sheriff's son today he is a teen the most likely the same age as Cora or Malia!" Derek was fuming as he glared at his uncle who leaned back in his chair. "He is a kid and mouth kid, but he does not need to get into this! Find another way to get the sheriff to back off!" He snarled.

"I already sent the Jackson and Boyd to pick him up, it's a bit late for you to now start worrying about our ethics."

"Just yours!"