Oh God, my head hurt so badly! I groaned and my hands grabbed at my buzzed hair in a pathetic attempt to try and ease some of the pain. It didn't work. Plus, to make matters worse, I felt like I needed to vomit out everything that I've ever eaten in my life. My stomach was inverting on itself and I could already feel the bile at the back of my throat. It was pretty.

I needed to find a toilet fast, before I barfed all over my bed sheets.

I shot out of bed and immediately froze in place. This wasn't my room. I wasn't even in my own house. What the hell was going on?

I looked around at my surroundings. I was standing on top of a queen sized bed that red-plaid, flannel sheets. They were pretty warm and felt really comfortable under my bare feet. The bed was pushed up against a wall, a wall that was made up of wooden boards. In fact, the whole room seemed to be etched out of wood, like I was in a log cabin or something. However, there weren't any windows in this room, and the only light I got was from a lamp on a bedside table. Other than that, there was a dresser that was made out of dark wood and a white shag carpet that failed to cover up the whole floor.

Soon, my inspection got old really quick as I felt the throw up starting to rise. I jumped onto the floor and ran towards the only door at the far end of the room. However, when I tried to turn the knob, it wouldn't move. I was locked in this room that didn't even have a TV!

I dashed over to the corner of the room and threw up there. The vomit stung my throat coming up and I saw the curly fries that I had eaten when I was at home after school. Once I was empty, I did a couple of dry heaves and finally stopped. My forehead rested on the wall and I struggled to comprehend what the fuck was happening to me.

I looked back to what happened before I woke up in this room. Let's see: I went to the stupid pack meeting at Derek's house, Derek's talked about mating – Holy fuck! Everything, Derek giving me Big Red spiked with Ketamine and then him calling me "Mate" bounced back into my mind. Holy shit! He kidnapped me. Derek Hale kidnapped me! I began to panic and fret about the small bedroom in confusion. I had no idea where I was, so I couldn't just run out of the house I was in and expect to find help right away. I reached into my jeans pocket for my cell phone, but my pockets were empty. Even my wallet was missing.

So it wasn't enough that he kidnapped me, but Derek had to rob me as well?!

The knob stayed in my peripheral vision and I decided to give it a go one more time. I put both hands on it and tried to turn it with all my might, even leaning so that my body weight could help. However, it would not budge at all. I even tried wiggling it back and forth, but it was to no effect.

I'm going to die in this room, all thank to Derek fucking Hale. I banged my fist on the hard wood in anger, actually hurting it a little bit.

"If you wanted out, all you had to do was call my name!" Derek shouted from the other side of the door.

That asshole was listening to me struggle the entire time? God, I hate him sometimes! Although I should count my blessings that it wasn't Peter who kidnapped me. There's no doubt in my mind that I'd be dead in a day if that happened. I groaned. "Derek!" I shouted. "Let me out, please!"

Footsteps made their way over to the door and I stepped back away from it. Soon it swung into the room and there in the doorframe was my captor: Derek Hale, clad in black basketball shorts and a gray wife beater. Some of his chest hair curled over the top of the shirt and it seemed to show case his pecs. What, was this meant to turn me on or something?

I opened my mouth, ready to berate the sourwolf for everything that happened in the course of…well I have no idea how long I was out. But I assume that it was morning now.

Derek spoke before I could though. "You hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry!" I yelled. "What happened? Where am I?"

Derek just crossed his arms in front of his beefy chest. "Done?" he asked after my outburst. "Why don't you brush your teeth, your breath stinks." He reached over and took a strong hold of my wrist, yanking me out of the room. I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he was way too strong for me. My human fragility sucked ass in comparison to his werewolf strength.

The room he held me in was at the end of a hall. He led me down it and over to the bathroom which was at the other end. I was pushed inside and the door quickly shut behind me. It was dark until my blind hands found the light switch. I slapped it and the room was illuminated, showing off the same cabin aura that the bedroom had. There was obviously the porcelain sink and toilet, but the shower had one of those see-through glass sliding doors instead of an opaque curtain.

"I'm just going to clean up your mess while you do your thing," Derek said as he walked away.

I looked into the mirror. My eyes looked all red and irritated, probably a side effect from the date rape drug that Derek snuck into my drink. I was still wearing my hoodie and jeans, so I guess he didn't have his way with me. At least not yet.

I shook that thought from my head. Derek dated Kate, so that means he's straight and could have no attraction towards me at all. At least that was what I was praying for. On the sink was a red toothbrush still in the package right next to some toothpaste. I ripped open the package and began to brush my teeth, getting rid of the bark taste and film that coated my mouth. I even applied the toothpaste twice in order to really clean out my dirty mouth.

After that, I took a quick leak and then opened the bathroom door. I shouldn't have been so shocked to see Sourwolf standing there on the other side, but I jumped back in surprise.

Derek smirked, his canines poking out of his mouth. "Did I scare you?" he asked.

"No!" I scoffed. I'm sure that my heartbeat betrayed me, but Derek didn't say anything about it. Instead he grabbed a hold of my wrist again and led me out of the bathroom after turning off the light. I was brought down the hall again to a flight of stairs. We descended them and entered a large open room. It had a very woodsy feeling to it. There were brown leather couches and on top of them was an animal hide used as decoration. I'm guessing it was a living room because there was a large TV on a stand against the wood wall. The thing about the room that really caught my eye though was the wall-window that showcased the whole forest. It looked like morning as the sun appeared to be just starting to poke out above the pine trees. It looked like we were near Beacon Hills, but not in it.

Derek led me into the kitchen where there was a small plastic table with only two chairs. He pulled out one and looked to me expectantly.

"I can seat myself, Dude," I said, taking the seat anyway.

Derek grunted and pushed me back into the table. He then moved over to the counter where he picked up a plate which he walked over and set in front of me. It had an omelet and some bacon on it. Well, I do have to admit that after puking up all the food I ate earlier, I was pretty hungry. Plus, come on, bacon!

"Uh, thanks," I mumbled.

Derek put his plate down and sat across from me. He grabbed his fork and set to eating, leaving me sitting confused out of my mind…and sort of hungry.

I moved to grab the fork that was by my plate, but froze when the memory of the Big Red flashed in my mind. What if he tainted this food with the date rape drug? Sure he didn't violate me last night, but why wouldn't he do it if he had another chance to do so? I grabbed the fork and poked at the omelet, slicing the egg casing to see cheese and mushroom inside. How did Derek know I love mushroom in my omelets?

I stabbed one of the mushrooms, bringing it up to my face to examine it. I twirled the fork around in order to see all 360-degrees of the food to make sure it was safe for me eat.

Derek must have seen the whole thing because he let out a low growl and pinched the skin between his eyes. "Just eat it," he urged.

"Why?" I asked. "So I can pass out again?" I pushed the plate away from me.

Derek ground his teeth and I saw his fork bend in his strong fist as it flexed. His eyes flashed crimson for a second and he quickly composed himself, taking a deep breath. "It's safe to eat, Stiles," he spoke in a controlled voice. He reached over and snatched my fork that had the mushroom on it, popping it into his mouth. "See?" He tossed the fork back over to me with a clang and then pushed the plate back.

Grimacing at the fork that Derek had just put into his mouth, I looked up at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Can I get a clean fork?" I asked.

Based on the look on his face, I'm pretty sure that Derek was close to getting an aneurism. His vein popped out on his beet red forehead and his eyes went red again, this time staying that way.

"Stiles," he snarled, "eat."

Grabbing the fork, I began to dig into the food in order to avoid getting mauled. Upon taking the first bite of the omelet, I was shocked to find that it was pretty damn good. Not as good as the one Mrs. McCall made Scott and me that one time when I stayed the whole week there after Mom passed, but it was still high up there.

Then I perked up. Dad! He doesn't even know that I'm trapped in the clutches of a psycho werewolf now. And when he gets home, he'll be so lonely. I can't bear to break his heart like that.

"Derek," I said, getting the wolf's attention in a millisecond.

He looked up at me, his normal eye color back. "Hmm?" His mouth was full of bacon.

Maybe I should approach this slowly, taking little baby steps. "Where are we?" I asked.

Derek looked at me with those calculating eyes of his, as if he knew exactly why I was beginning to ask him questions. Perhaps he decided to humor me. "This was my family's cabin. It's about a ten minute walk over to the lake."

"Which lake?" I had to specific if I managed to find my cell phone and call the police. Sure they'd be no match against an alpha werewolf, but at least my location would be known and the S.W.A.T. could then come. I hope.

"Don't worry about it," Derek said, taking another bite of bacon. "Eat your food."

No! I can't let him just end the conversation. "Will you take me down to the lake?" I asked, making sure to put on my puppy eyes.

Derek shook his head. "You hate swimming. Told me every day after the incident with Jackson as the kanima."

Well, he did have a point there. I really did hate swimming and avoided all bodies of water after having to keep Derek afloat for two hours. During which he told me that he didn't trust me. That's a fantastic idea: tell the person who's saving your ass that you don't trust them.

"No I don't."

Derek let out a low growl, just as a warning. "I can tell when you lie, Stiles. Don't lie to me."

Crap! Okay then, I'll just have to change tactics. "Where's Peter?"

Derek let his fork fall onto his plate. "Okay, I'll bite," he huffed. "Why are you so concerned about Peter of all people?"

That was a good question. I hated his furry ass. "I don't think it's a good idea to leave him unattended for long periods of time." The great thing about that was that I was partly telling the truth. I didn't trust Peter as far as I could spit.

"He'll be fine. He understands that I have important business to attend to," Derek said, picking up his fork to continue eating. "He'll behave."

So Derek taking me here to his family's cabin accounts as business. What kind of business? Annoy the fuck out of Stiles? "What kind of business?"

"Your omelet's getting cold."

I felt like pulling out my hair, Derek was being so difficult with his elusiveness at my questions. Apparently I was brought here for some unknown reason that he didn't want me to know. I remember that he called me "Mate" back at his house before I passed out thanks to the date rape drug he put in my drink. However, there's no way Derek would choose my ass as his mate. He hates me, and I strongly dislike him. It would not, I repeat: WOULD NOT work. Perhaps he was just humoring me. Although I've never seen it the whole two years I've known him, I'm fairly sure Derek Hale may have a sense of humor. A sadistic one of course, but at least it's there. I hope.

I cleared my throat and set the fork back down onto the plate, which earned an eye roll from Derek. "Derek, why am I here?" I asked him, making sure to use him name. I've seen it on a cop show one time. The victim kept saying her captor's name in order to humanize him. He raped and killed her in the end, but at least he felt a little bad about it. I was just praying that my situation would turn out a hell of a lot better for me in the end. I did not want to be turned into Kibbles 'n' Bits.

Derek finished off the last bit of his omelet. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked, sliding his chair back so that he could put his empty plate in the sink. "Finish your breakfast."

No, it wasn't obvious! I took one more bite of the omelet just to appease my captor. "No, tell me."

Derek rinsed off his plate and put it in the bottom rack of the dishwasher that was to the right of the sink. He sighed and rested both of his hands on the counter which had the wall torn away from above it, giving him a view of the living room with the large window. It was gloomy out, the clouds turning a dark gray. It'd probably start raining soon.

He muttered something, but I couldn't hear him.

"What was that?" I asked.

Derek let out a low growl and the counter cracked in his tight grip. "I said," he stated, taking deep breaths in between his words, "I said that I love you."

I chocked on air and began to cough. "What?!" I gasped.

Derek whipped his head around to scowl at me, but his eyes didn't flash red like I expected them to. They usually do that when he was angry. "You heard what I said, don't act so shocked."

"How can I not?" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I jumped out of my seat, earning a growl from Derek, yet again. "Dude, you said it yourself: you don't trust me. So, how the hell can you say that you love me?"

He didn't answer, but instead looked away from me.

"Yeah, that's great," I spat. "Just ignore me. I mean, after all, all you did was just tell me that you loved me after you kidnap me!" I turned on my heels and walked out of the kitchen, in search of a door outside. I wound up in the living room, Derek's eyes trained on me from across the counter. There were three barstools in front of it from where I was.

"It's technically your fault," he said.

"What?" I can't believe what I was hearing. Did that jerk just claim that it was my fault that he kidnapped me? "How? Derek, please tell me how it's my fault that I'm here." I think I found the door. There was coat rack by it, so I figured where else would you hang your coat when you enter your cabin? I walked over to it.

"Because," Derek said, "you said 'yes.'"

Oh, hell no! "Dude!" I cried, stopped my venture to the door for a brief second. "I never once consented to your fuzzy ass kidnapping me!"

Derek's sigh could have been heard all over California. "No," he growled out, "I mean you said 'yes' to Jackson. And you didn't cancel your plans even when I told you to."

My pride got the best of me and I stormed back into the living room, stomping my feet every step of the way. "You're not the boss of me!" I yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his wide eyes. "You may be an alpha, but you're not mine! I quit your pack!" There we go, that was all I needed to say. I figured that once I officially resigned from Derek's pack, then he'd have no choice but let me go on with my life. Plus, I could date Jackson and his muscled body with no problem.

However, that didn't really sit well with Derek.

He snarled in my direction, eyes red and fangs protruding. "You can't quit the pack," he ordered, voice deep and full of authority. "I won't allow it." He then turned away from the counter, walking out of the kitchen and over to the living room where I stood, cowering in fear.

My legs screamed at me to take off running out the front door, but my brain scolded that that had to be the worst idea imaginable. Werewolves live for the hunt and chase of prey. Plus, I'm no match for an alpha. I'd be caught in less than three seconds, no doubt about it. Therefore, I stayed put, attempting to look like I wasn't afraid of the wolf stalking over to me. On the inside I was close to crying with fear.

Derek stopped in front of me, a clawed hand grabbing a hold of my wrist. He yanked me into him, sending me stumbling into his hard chest. I was about to regain my posture and walk away, but Derek soon had me trapped in an embrace, keeping me to his body. He leaned down closer to my ear, his hot breath moistening it as he breathed all intimidating-like, growls being incorporated into it.

"You're my mate," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

"A-are you sure?" I stuttered. The thought of having Derek Hale in love with me forever was pretty damn frightening. Every chance he got, he'd slam me against the walls or- oh my God. "So, when you slammed me against the walls, you were-?"

"Getting my scent on you," Derek said, nuzzling my neck. "And last night when you went to bathroom, I got my scent on your hoodie because you weren't wearing the red one. I already got my scent all over that one."

This dog is crazy! My legs began to buckle underneath my weight, but Derek held me so tightly in his arms that I didn't even have to use them to stay upwards. "Why me?" I wondered aloud. Seriously, did I do something so horrible as to have Derek Hale as a mate? Was this karma for bugging Mr. Harris every day?

"I already told you," Derek said, "it's uncontrollable. But I'm glad that someone like you is my mate. So smart, so nice, so pretty, so…"

I drowned him out, desperately trying to think up a way out of this situation. I could try pleading, hitting, crying, whatever. But I don't think any of those tactics will faze Derek. He did tell me last night that mating was uncontrollable and indefinite. There was no turning back for him; Derek was in love with me for the rest of eternity. No matter how much I hated him or was mean to him, he'd always be in love with me. Crap.

All that left me was running away. I wouldn't be able to go back to Beacon Hills. He'll know where to find me and could easily just kidnap me again. So, what the hell was the point of kidnapping me anyway? Sure, I had agreed to go out with Jackson. However, did that merit taking me away against my will? I don't think so!

"Why did you take me away then?" I asked, interrupting Derek's amorous drivel. "If you're supposed to love me, then why'd you kidnap me?"

Derek let go of my waist and grabbed on to both sides of my head, pushing his face closer to mine. "Stiles," he began, looking down as if trying to figure out what to say, "you…you just some convincing. That's all. I brought you here so that I could convince you that I'm the best choice for you."

Some convincing. Well, I guess that's putting it lightly. "Um, Derek," I mumbled, pulling my head out his grasp. He appeared to have calmed down, his wolf appendages gone. "You can't keep me here."

Derek growled and snatched my wrist in his beefy hand. "Yes I can," he snarled.

"No, that's not what I mean," I hurriedly added, shaking my head. I had to word this carefully in order to get him on my side and let me go. "I mean, what about school? I'll be missing out on an education, and people will know that I'm missing. And my Dad, the sheriff – he'll come looking for me, no matter what. Plus, with you gone, he'll put two and two together and realize that you're behind it. You have to let me go, unless you want to have a manhunt after you."

Derek just stared at me, his scowl deepening and eyebrows bunching together in thought.

I have him just where I want him. "And my Jeep. It's parked in front of your house. What about that? That looks super suspicious, don't you think?"

Derek chuckled, fangs poking out of his mouth. "Give me some credit, Mate," he laughed. "I took care of everything, don't worry. I put in the drop out form at your school, left a note telling your dad that you ran away, and gave Peter your Jeep. Everything's taken care of."

"You gave Peter my Jeep!?" I yelled, pushing the sourwolf away from me. That thing was my livelihood! I paid for it with my own hard-earned money and washed it every weekend. I loved my Jeep. Memories of me speeding down the highway blasting rock music filtered into my head, making my soul weep with the loss of my best friend. Oh yeah, and I can't believe he told my dad that I ran away!

Derek scowled at me some more, not pleased with my outburst. "Maybe you need more ketamine," he mused, turning to head back into the kitchen.

More?! No! I spun around on my heels and sprinted for the front door. My bare feet ached as they slapped against the hardwood ground with the ferocity I was running with. I didn't even make it five feet though before Derek had his arms around my waist, snarling in my ear.

"Just let me go!" I screaming, kicking out my legs and arms. I threw all my weight to the ground, hoping that he'd drop me, but he kept me secured, not letting me get away from him. Even my mouth tried to play a part in my struggle for freedom, screaming out incoherent things. I yelled, cried, even shouted out obscenities that would make a porn star blush.

The whole time, Derek never lost composure, keeping a strong vice grip on me. He didn't even say anything back to me: no growls, snarls, nothing. Instead he let me get all my energy out, thrashing and yelling in his arms until I tired out and just hung limp.

"Please," I panted, "please…" I was so out of breath that I couldn't even finish that sentence.

"You should lie down," Derek muttered, dragging my useless body over to the stairs. I was too tired to stop him, physically and emotionally. I let him carry me up the stairs and down the hall into that bedroom that I had woken up in a half hour ago. He gently pushed me inside and closed the door behind me.