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Isaac
Isaac groaned, leaning back in his chair and scowling. Glaring at the table in front of him. Peter let out a low chuckle from his spot next to him, amused at his defiance to his Alpha. It was their fault. How dare they all just push Stiles away? He knew it was Alpha's orders, but he had saved them all at least once! Even Derek. It was unacceptable. Stiles, even though he was human, was so much more than just a plain human. He had a compassionate nature that the pack nearly crumbled from not acknowledging him. Peter and him were the only ones that actually visited him. Derek had been mad when they first started to come back to the loft only to smell like Stiles. He would growl and seem like he would almost wolf out. Now, he simply scowled and when back to whatever he was doing.
"We are protecting him Isaac. He is only human. He shouldn't have gotten wound up in this shit in the first place." Derek was staring at him. And Isaac glared back. They weren't protecting him. What if something came and went after Stiles? No one would know because he wasn't with them anymore. It infuriated him. Stiles was supposed to be pack. He'll be damned if they let Stiles be on his own. He had saved him, protected them. Now it was supposed to be their turn to protect him.
He didn't understand how they could just turn their backs on him. Stiles was, well Stiles. They all should be thanking him for putting up with them for so long. Not the other way around.
"He saved us all at least once!Everyone! He didn't need those wolfy powers! If you were so concerned then you would have given him the bite!" Isaac glared at his Alpha. Watching as Derek's scowl deepen. It was true though. If he truly cared about him he should have actually offered him the bite. Everyone tensed at his words, baiting their breath. Some had the decency to look guilty, like Erica and Boyd. Even Lydia and Jackson seemed to be a bit regretful. All except for Scott.
Isaac growled at the wolf that was across from him. It barely seemed like he was listening. Stiles was supposed to be his best friend for fucks sake! It didn't seem like it though. His face was in her neck and she simply kept looking around. A fucking hunter. She should have never been in allowed in here. She was the one that tried to kill them all. She even stabbed him multiple of times! And yet, here was Scott, cuddled up to her like she was the Queen of England. Isaac was thoroughly disgusted at the boy's actions. His disgust nearly ten folded at the next words that came out of the piece of shit's mouth.
"Then we would be stuck with him forever."
Isaac roared. Lunging across the table and throwing out his arms. Claws extended as his jaws snapped at Scott. The boy looked surprised at the others actions. Like he hadn't said anything wrong. Stuck?! He made it sound like Stiles was a chore. Arms were wrapped around his middle. They held him back from killing the boy. Even Allison looked scared. Good. Because once he killed Scott, he would kill her next. She was the one that seemed to tear the two apart.
"Peter! Take him out!" Derek's command was welcome. Isaac was happy to get away from this supposed Pack. Pack was supposed to mean family, and as far as Isaac was concerned, their was no family complete without Stiles. He felt Peter drag him out of the room. Isaac growling and screaming at the pack the whole way. Erica and Boyd looked away. Jackson and Lydia seemed more regretful now. Scott was fucking beaming.It was outrageously sickening. Isaac wolf just wanted to be by Stiles and cuddle the boy.
"Isaac. Calm down, Stiles wouldn't be too happy knowing his puppy got in a scuffle with an idiot." Peter had his hands on his shoulders. Isaac felt himself slowly calming down. His wolf preening at being called Isaac's pup. After all of the bonding and becoming Stiles' almost only friend, he thought of the boy as a motherly figure. Stiles took care of him and basically took him under his wing. He made dinner for all of them. Them including Peter, the Sheriff, and Isaac. He would ruffle his hair and his wolf would nearly turn over and show his belly. He almost considered Stiles his Alpha.
"I'm sorry Peter. How can they just say those things? He has done so much for them." Isaac sniffed and looked down. Peter pulled him into a hug. The two of them bonded over how disgusting the Pack treated Stiles. They seemed to be pretty closed to a brother term now. Peter told him a lot of things. Things about the Sheriff-some were very disturbing and he didn't want to think of Stiles' dad in those positions- Others were about how to control your wolf with an Anchor. Mates, and other supernatural things that came with being a werewolf. In turn, Isaac told the man about his father and how his mom left them. When he told Peter and Stiles about his dad, Peter growled and said he was happy he died. Stiles simply pulled him into a hug and was petting his hair. Chanting about how he was sorry for not being their for his pup. It was supposed to be their turn to protect Stiles. He guessed it all started for him at the club when Jackson was still a Kanima. Stiles had stood in front of him. As if he could protect him. He did. A human protecting a werewolf. It was really funny. Now Isaac wanted him to be Pack.
"I know Isaac." The two pulled away and started to walk to Stiles' house."They don't know that Stiles is the glue that holds them all together. Erica and Boyd's wolves were just starting to recognize Stiles as an important Pack Mate to them. Then suddenly, their Alpha tells them they can't see him. Jackson and Lydia are a little trickier. They had just started to realize how much what they said to him probably really hurt Stiles. Both didn't get a chance to say sorry before getting ripped away." Peter paused for a moment. Isaac glanced at him. They were nearing Stiles' house. "Someone has been here."
Isaac immediately bristled. Thoughts racing through his head. Was Stiles okay? Did he get taken? Was he in danger? He guessed Peter sensed his worrying, because he put a hand on his shoulder. Looking down at him from the corner of his eye. Isaac nodded and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath and smelling a scent that was a bit familiar. He couldn't place it though. What he did know was that it was a wolf. A powerful one. An Alpha. Isaac opened his eyes to see Peter slowly walking closer to the house. Unlocking the back door with the key Stiles gave them. The two entered.
He smelled the Sheriff. His heart was steady and breath even. Asleep. There were two other heartbeats though. A slightly erratic one, Stiles. But then.. there was another too. A slower more steady one. Isaac's lips pulled back as he smelled the stench of the Alpha everywhere. The two made their way slowly and silently up the stairs. Both slowly wolfing out but keeping their Anchor in check to make sure they wouldn't hurt Stiles. Isaac lowly growled when they stopped in front of Stiles' room. the scent over powering his nose. He twitched as Peter slowly opened the door.
There was Stiles. Safe and asleep. He was facing them. Isaac sighed, relieved. That was, until Peter growled low and deep. He then realized that there was an arm around Stiles. A tan and muscled one. His wolf howled and he charged at the bed. The man behind Stiles' eyes snapped open. Glowing and red. Isaac fought the urge to tilt his head and submit. Instead he tackled the Alpha off the bed. Ignoring Peter's and now Stiles' shouts to him. He growled at the man and he snapped back. The two tumbling around the floor.
Suddenly, he was pinned to his back. The Alpha above him growling at him as he put his weight on him. Isaac growled back before he heard Stiles' groan. The two werewolves looked over at the two, now three others. Stiles' dad was staring at the two of them with a gun in his hands, pointed at the two.
"Ennis! Get off Isaac! And Isaac! Calm down and come here." Stiles now had his arms crossed as he tapped his foot. Isaac nearly smiled as the Alpha, now known as Ennis, backed off and his once red eyes became brown. He was sulking and Isaac was struck with an image of Derek as he stood there. But this man was larger. Isaac stood also and almost skipped over to Stiles. That was until he saw his angry expression."Pup come 'ere. You can't come barging in like that. If he was a threat I would have already killed him." Stiles sighed and Isaac's chest rumbles as he ran his fingers through his hair. Ruffling the golden curls."Oh I can't stay mad at my puppy for long."
Isaac smiled at that and hugged Stiles. Burying his nose in his neck and his wolf growled at the smell of the other wolf on Stiles. He had a point though. Stiles could have killed the man on the spot with no trouble. He wouldn't say anything against him. Stiles was his pack. Peter and him had thought of it for a long time. A little after the two had started defying their Alpha to see Stiles. They thought of starting their own pack with Stiles, his father, Peter, and him. If this new wolf jeopardized that, then he wouldn't be a very happy wolf.
"Son, why is there a wolf sleeping in your bed. I know Isaac, but this guy... doesn't really look like Isaac." The Sheriff had slowly put his gun down. Looking at the new werewolf with apprehension in his eyes. Peter had slung an arm over the man's shoulder and was staring down at him. Isaac could smell the arousal and nervousness of the two grown men and he shivered and looked away.
"Uh yeah dad. See he was ah injured in the back yard. Thought I would,you know, help him. He is really a big teddy bear." Stiles smiled that Stiles smile that took up most of his face. Isaac calmed down a bit and looked over the wolf. He had a look in his eyes as he looked at Stiles. That same look that Peter had when he looked at John... but John was Peter's.. and oh. Isaac's brow furrowed slightly as he looked between the two. Stiles kept on glancing at the man.
"Stiles, do you.. he is." Isaac leaned forward and whispered in Stiles ear, ignoring the growl from the Alpha across from him. "Did he tell you your his mate?"
Stiles
He had almost laughed if it was a different situation. Isaac had looked so freaked out about the revelation and he looked kind of scared as he looked between the two. He ruffled Isaac's hair and nodded.
"Yeah I know." Stiles smiled as Isaac relaxed a fraction. He looked back over at Peter and his dad and shuddered as he saw the two of them close to one another. Ugh. Now was totally not the time to put the moves on my dad, Peter! His dad looked a bit creeped out and a little bit confused still. Stiles sighed and sat down on the bed. Smiling as Isaac sat next to him and he felt the bed dip even more as Ennis sat behind him. He felt the man's gaze on the back of his head and he tried to ignore it.
"This is too much. I am going to have a drink and tomorrow morning we will talk." His dad carefully pulled Peter's arm off his shoulders and Stiles nearly laughed as Peter pouted. Making a move to follow him."Oh, um, stay?" Now Stiles was laughing as Peter scowled and crossed his arms. His dad walked out and Stiles was still laughing as Peter glared at him.
"Shut up Stiles and tell us what happened." Peter grabbed the computer chair and sat in front of the three on the bed. Gaze intense and looked over the three of them. Stiles shifted and sighed. Looking back at Ennis. He still looked a bit tired so he pushed on his chest until his back hit the bed. Ennis looked up at him and his lips thinned a bit.
"Sleep, your still healing." Stiles patted the man's chest and watched as he looked at the other two wolves. Letting out one warning growl before flipping on his side. Shoulders tensed. Stiles turned back to the two men that had decided to worm their way into his heart. He leaned his elbows on his knees and ran a hand through his hair.
"I heard something and me being incredibly stupid, I decided to go and see what it was. Then there was this man falling out of the bushes and he was all cut up and I literally ached just looking at him. He seemed pretty harmless since he was all wounded and crap. So I thought eh, my dad isn't home. I had a little workout getting him up the stairs." Stiles looked down at his hands, his brow furrowing slightly."I wanted to help him. Almost like something was telling me to, pulling me to him." He scratched is scalp of his rapidly growing hair. Grinning at the two's shocked faces. His smile slowly dissipated and he sighed.
"Stiles, you shouldn't do that. What if it was something dangerous? Isaac would have gone mad to find you missing." Stiles looked up at Peter and scowled. Rolling his eyes. Then he looked at Isaac and saw the wolf was staring at his hands. He pushed his magic out. Wrapping the other teen in comforting waves of emotion. Isaac brought his eyes up to his and Stiles hugged him to his chest.
"It's okay Isaac. You don't have to worry about lil ole me. Come on. We can do puppy pile tonight." Stiles smiled at Isaac's eager look and he laid down. Scooting next to Ennis until the man's warm back was pressed to his arm. Isaac's own warmth pressed to his side. He smiled and looked over at Peter, raising a brow at them man. "You coming?" Stiles grimaced as the man stood and started walking to the door.
"No, I have a feeling I should go and comfort my mate right now." Peter grinned that crazed grin as Stiles fake gagged. Shaking his head to try and get rid of the nasty mental images. When Peter shut the door behind him, he was going to say something to Isaac but stopped when he saw he was sleeping. He looked back over at Ennis and nearly screamed when he saw the man staring at him.
"You smell like pack." Was all the man said. Stiles raised a brow and licked his lips. Smiling as Ennis watched the movement with his eyes. Of course they would smell like pack. They were all so close now. Even his father and him were closer than ever. They started up their old Friday night dinners. Which now also consisted of Peter and Isaac. He didn't mind. Isaac loved to help him cook and he felt happy.
"Yeah well, we kind of are. Their Alpha doesn't like me all that much and-" Stiles was cut off as Ennis growled. He looked at the man as his eyes flickered red for a second before the deep brown was back. He took a few deep breaths and spoke once again.
"Mine now. Your pack, my pack. I am your Alpha."
Well.. Damn. He didn't really expect that. Stiles wasn't even a wolf! Ennis couldn't be his Alpha. Unless maybe he wanted to bite him? But then he was also his mate, and he didn't really know what that entailed. Maybe if they finished the mating process then that met he was Stiles' Alpha. If he was a human or a wolf. This was way too confusing.
Ennis sighed and Stiles attention was back to him. The man started to talk, saying how they were going to talk in the morning and explain everything. So Stiles let it go for now and pulled the blanket over the three of them. Making sure Isaac didn't jerk awake.
Peter
A small smirk crossed his face as he walked down the stairs. Nose twitching as the wonderful smell of John filled his senses. Peter went to the kitchen. Seeing the man with a beer bottle in one of his hands. The other at his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. Peter was suddenly hit with how tired John was. He had seen a lot in his life by working as the Sheriff. He had to protect everyone in the town. And yet, he couldn't protect his son from the creatures that go bump in the night. He started forward. Reaching a hand out and taking away the bottle. John let his hand drop and brought those beautiful blues up to look at Peter.
Peter smiled at the man and set down the beer bottle. Jerking his head to the side, indicating Stiles room as he spoke."They are asleep now." John nodded and the two stood there in a minute of silence. John trying to avoid how Peter's gaze got him a little heated, and Peter with his eyes boring into John's slightly flushed face. He grinned, pink was a lovely colour on the other man.
"I'm scared." John confessed. Eyes dropping to the floor before going back to Peter. Said man kept his gaze on John. Not pressing, but not backing down either."My little boy is out in this whole new world that I only know so little about. The things Amelia told me, she held back. And now, my little boy can surely protect himself, but I still want him to be safe. There is nothing I can do." John sighed and closed his eyes. Peter stepped forward and pulled the man into his arms. One of his arms wrapped around the man's hips. Tugging him closer. Peter felt John tense up for a minute, before relaxing and returning the hug.
"You can't protect him, no. But Stiles is so powerful now. He always was, even when he was human. He would make a great werewolf. Which is the main reason I had wanted to give him the bite." John jerked a bit at that, clearly shocked, but Peter persisted. "He still needs you though. He needs the love of his father. That will protect him. Because that will give him the will to fight. To not give up. Because you raised him better than that." Peter ran a soothing hand up and down John's back. Feeling the human's tears drip onto his shirt. When he spoke, his voice shook, and his wolf nearly whined at how broken it sounded.
"Sometimes I hoped I didn't. Then he wouldn't have gotten into all this crap." John shook his head and Peter rubbed more firm circles in between the man's shoulders. Feeling the tense muscles loosen up. He whispered soft sweet nothings into the man's ears. Slowly, the tears stopped dripping onto his shirt. Peter smiled and press a kiss to John's temple.
"If he didn't get into all of this crap, he wouldn't have the two most best friends in the world. One of them going to become his step daddy."Peter pulled back just in time to see John's wide smile and his reddened cheeks. Peter's own smile widen at how easily he had amused his mate. His wolf rolling around and howling. Yes, they had a perfect mate.
"You are never giving up, are you?" John was still smiling. His blue eyes sparkling. Peter had almost growled at the man. he would never leave his mate. Never leave the chance for someone to come up and just take John away from him. The three other males were his family now. His pack. It hurts him slightly, knowing that his nephew wouldn't accept Stiles back soon, if ever. But he had gained a new family to keep him happy. And he was never giving it up.
"Never. Your mine." Peter pressed John against the counter. Looking down at the human as John's sent washed over him. He was nervous, but also aroused. Peter smiled and lean in. Rubbing his nose against John's cheek, loving the feel of the man shiver.
"Y..you said they were asleep?" Peter glanced at John, nodded, before returning to his nuzzling. This time skimming his nose down the man's cheek to his neck. Taking a deep breath and smiling as the man's scent turned slightly sweeter. Peter's nose twitched, and if he had a tail right now, it would have been wagging. He loved having this affect on the man. Even if it was the first time that this was actually happening without John being creeped out.
"Yes my beautiful John." He practically felt the heat of the man's cheeks. John's blood racing just a bit faster as Peter pressed a small kiss to the man's jaw. The startling and also wonderful news that this was probably the first time since Amelia that John has been touched by another. Let alone a man.
That made Peter want him even more.
Peter's hands were just a bit rougher as the gripped at John's hips. Pulling him against him and smiling when John let out a deep groan. Feeling the man's bulge through his cotton pajama pants. Peter sneaked a hand behind John, grabbing at a firm globe and loving the feel of John shiver. He opened his mouth just a bit, just enough to let his teeth graze against the man's jaw.
He smiled wickedly, smelling more of that delicious aroused smell. Peter looked up at John's face. The man had his eyes closed, thin lips parted open, the wrinkles of worry were suddenly gone, and Peter's control snapped. He surged forward. Sealing his lips with the man's parted ones. A gasp left the other man and Peter took the opportunity to press his tongue in the human's mouth.
They made out against the counter like that for a while. John could already feel that his ass was going to be bruised from the hand of Peter and his lips were most likely swollen from being kissed so thoroughly like this. Peter pulled away and looked at his handiwork. His cheeks were lightly flushed, eyes looking a bit dazed as they looked at him, lips swollen and red. And when his gaze traveled down, he now saw what he was feeling against him. It was pressing against his pants, the cotton stretching around the thick length. Peter ran his tongue along his fangs.
Peter smiled at the beautiful image of the man and grabbed his hand. Pulling him to his side and walking him up the stairs into John's room.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
Everyone slept peacefully that night.
Everyone except the Alpha of the Hale Pack.
And that was it! I hoped you guys liked it! Please review and all of that. Thank you for reading and I hope you continue.
-Damien