Chapter Two:

Derek is having a difficult time. His wolf is trying to push his way out. The need to protect their true mate sets their body on fire. He wants to claim him, mate him, and breed him until Stiles becomes pregnant with his pups. Derek paces around the room. The ball has been shut down. Gerard is okay now that he was healed by Elisabeth. Chris' men are watching him as he stays in a guest room. Allison and Scott were devastated to hear about what happened. They had to split away from each other for safety. Meanwhile, Stiles is locked away in the dungeon. Cora and Talia are inside Derek's room.

"Derek calm yourself. Stiles is fine." Talia says.

"No, he isn't! My mate locked away in the dungeon!" Derek's eyes are gleaming an electric blue color. His voice is not normal anymore. It's deep, animalistic, and inhuman.

"That's impossible. He couldn't be your mate. He's not female." Cora says, not showing fear.

"HE'S MINE!" Derek snarls.

"This is normal. Your father and I were the same way when we found each other. Derek you need to calm your wolf before you lose control. You can hurt someone during this stage." Talia tries to soothe him by placing a hand on her son's shoulder while he stares out of the window.

"I'm trying. All I can think about is claiming him and breeding him. I need him." Derek snarls.

"He's a criminal, Derek. He tried to kill Gerard." Talia explains and he growls in anger.

"I don't get it. How can two males mate?" Cora asks.

"Male born fae are known to have the ability to bear children. It's very rare for male werewolves to find a mate in other males. If it's true that your brother has found his mate in Stiles then we have to convince your father to pardon him." Talia says. "However, never in history has a werewolf and fae conceal a bond with one another. This is quite new." Derek registers as he hears this. He and his wolf are doing their best to control themselves. The desire for their mate burns them to the core.

(….)

The Dungeons

Stiles and Elisabeth are sitting inside two separate large cells. The cells are not too roomy and it smells. They're padded with the same material/device that was used when the fae and oracles were slaughtered. This only angers them as they face the wall. Stiles flexes his wings. His wings are truly mesmerizing. He has the wings of an angel. Approaching the cages are Peter and Markus. Kali, Ethan, Aiden, and Ennis are with them for protection. Peter goes over to Elisabeth's cage while Markus goes over to Stiles. They need to extract some information.

"Hello, Stiles. Do you remember me?" Markus asks him.

"Of course. You were my father's best friend. You're my godfather and the king." Stiles says, but still doesn't face him. "It that old fossil, Gerard, dead yet?

"No, but he's hanging by a thread. What did you poison him with?" Peter asks her.

"I used my magic to poison his drink with something that's very rare and hard to find. Only I have the antidote." Elisabeth shows a small vial of a purple substance. "He'll be dead by sunrise."

"If you kill him, you'll start a war with the Argents." Markus says.

"They started this war when they murdered my family, my people." Stiles says sternly. "And now that I'm here, they have a way to get to me. This is the business of the fae. Not yours."

"It is my business since you tried to kill him in my kingdom." Markus' eyes flashes red.

"I don't need to answer to you. You are not my king." Stiles holds his ground.

"Stiles!" Elisabeth needs for him to stay quiet. She stands on her feet and turns to face Peter.

"If you escaped the massacre, why didn't you come here? I could've protected you." Peter stare deep into her eyes. He's missed her so much.

"You already know the answer to that question. It was for your own protection." Elisabeth says. "I could not put everyone here in danger. The Argents would just come after you and their weapons are too advanced for anyone to handle."

"The Argents deserve the die for what they did." Stiles says.

"Do you have knowledge on why they slaughtered the fae?" Markus questions them. Stiles and Elisabeth are absolutely quiet. "We need to know."

"Stiles? Elisabeth?" Talia enters the dungeon. She's heard everything through her werewolf hearing. She goes over to Stiles' prison cell and sees him. "What were the Argents' motives?"

"If we told you, the Argents will do everything in their power to kill you." Elisabeth says.

"I would love to see them try." Ennis sheds a smirk with his eyes gleaming blood red.

"They killed my people with ease by using this." Stiles looks around his cell, pointing his eyes at the material/device that was able to take his power away. "With it, the Argents and their army were able to kill them and kept them from using their gifts. If they're able to create such a weapon then there's no telling what they might do to werewolves. They might have a weapon, right now, in order." Stiles has a good point. The Argents are known for their advanced weaponry.

"Which is why you cannot trust them." Elisabeth follows his word.

"The Argents believe that we as a different species, other than human, are abominations. However, the reason why they haven't made their move to take over the world and destroy everything in their way is because they don't have what they're looking for." Stiles says.

"Enough with this. Just tells us what they want." Peter really wants to know. "You say that they could kill us all with ease like they did the the fae, because of their weapons, but then you say that they don't have this thing they've been searching for. We have the power to protect you. Their army would not be able to touch our barriers. I will kill them all before they touch you." And he means it. Stiles sighs heavily as a long beat of silence sweeps through the dungeons.

"They want Stiles." Elisabeth finally reveals.

"And why is that?" Talia questions.

"Because he is the first born hybrid between our species. He's half fae, half oracle and has the power to become the world's salvation. He's more powerful than both put together. It runs in his DNA. I guess none of you heard of the prophecy." Elisabeth realizes.

"The prophecy?" Markus is intrigued.

"During a lunar eclipse, there will be a born hybrid of the fae and oracle bloodline that will have to choose between the light and the dark. If he chooses the light, he will become the world's salvation. But if he chooses the dark, he will become the world's destruction. The Argents want him to choose the dark, so they can use his power to destroy you and the other clansman that run this world. The Argents want to make this world theirs without the present of the supernatural. There's only three ways to stop Stiles from choosing the dark: Either he finds an anchor that reminds him of the good inside of him or he fights it through strong will and determination. If he loses himself to the darkness, this world will become a hellish realm." Elisabeth explains. "The lunar eclipse is in six weeks. I believe that's when the Argents will strike, especially now that we're here. Stiles and I have been in hiding. I've trained him. It is our mission to get revenge on the ones who slaughtered our family."

"It's true." Kali states.

"The lunar eclipse will make us powerless. We'll be on equal terms with the Argents if a war happens between us." Markus puts the pieces together along with the others.

"Not if we had them on our side. They can help us." Talia says to them.

"Looks like we have no choice." Stiles says.

"I am not going to cure that bastard, Gerard." Elisabeth finalizes.

"If you do not give him the cure, it will only add more fuel to the fire." Talia says.

"The fuel has already been added when they made an attempt on Gerard." Peter reminds them.

"The Argents will not be too hasty to attack with us here and without the lunar eclipse." Aiden says. They all become quiet. Stiles ascends to his feet and turns around to see the others.

"Let them out and escort them to separate rooms." Markus commands them. "I'll speak with the Argent king. If only we could resolve our differences and stop this war." He leaves the dungeons.

"Give them whatever they need." Talia lets the alphas know before following her husband.

(….)

Guest Master Bedroom

Gerard is severely ill. He's lying on the king size bed, drenched in sweat. Black veins have protrude from his throat to his mouth. His insides are burning while his skin is freezing cold. He doesn't have long. Markus walks into the room. Kate and Chris have never left Gerard's side. They're angry that Elisabeth and Stiles would try to kill their father.

"Our father needs. He doesn't have much time." Chris immediately tells Markus.

"We're trying to get your father the cure." Markus replies.

"For this attempt on our father, we wish to have the prisoners released to us." Kate demands.

"That I cannot allow. They shall be in my custody only." Markus says to her.

"They tried to kill our father! I want their heads on a plate!" Kate growls.

"Justice will be sought out. Believe me." Markus means it in another way. Entering quickly into the guest bedroom is Allison. She's very concerned for her grandfather.

"Papa?" She gasps as she hears him cough and wheeze. Her presence confuses everyone in the room.

"What is my daughter doing here?" Chris asks Markus.

"I'm not sure. But according to your daughter's scent, my son, Scott might know." Markus points out. That statement alone makes Allison freeze on point. "After all, she's been sneaking into our territory over the course of months. It seems there's something going on between Scott and her." The king is such a tattle tale. Allison is completely anxious because her father forbade her to socialize with anyone, who's not human. Chris keeps his mind on his father. He's the most to worry about at this moment.

(….)

Guest Master Bedroom

West End

Peter is escorting Elisabeth into the bedroom alone. Elisabeth sees the bed and stops before turning around to face him. Peter stares at her and raises an eyebrow. He's missed her so much and he really wants to show her how much as well. Elisabeth is gorgeous with her blank expression. The moon gleams brightly into the room from the balcony. Its rays beam off her skin as her long and silky hair snakes on the side. Elisabeth sighs and turns around to observe the bedroom. Everything is well. The room has been polished and well designed. It's warm.

Elisabeth steps onto the balcony and stares at the moon. Peter advances slowly until he's standing behind her. Elisabeth already knows that he wants her to give him the cure for the poison. She's as rebellious as Peter remembers.

"If you're thinking that I'm going to give you the cure, you're insane." She says. Elisabeth jumps when she feels Peter's hand slightly touches her shoulders and slowly runs down her arms, making her shiver. The werewolf sinks his human teeth into her jugular and gently bites down, sucking a mark into her pale skin. Elisabeth yelps louder. She tries to push away from him, but eventually melts into the kiss. Peter slowly spins her around. His hands grips her hips and presses her body against his chest. Elisabeth glides her fingers through his hair and pulls him into a kiss. Peter growls at the pleasure and pain as the kiss deepens. The kiss is like honey with blissful zaps of electricity flowing throughout their bodies. Peter lifts Elisabeth to wrap her legs around his hips. Carefully, he places her onto the bed and grinds into her hard. Elisabeth releases a breathless moan into his mouth. "Peter." She shrieks.

"I got you. I got you. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." Peter's eyes flash a brilliant hue of red, making his mate shudder. Teasing her, he slowly unbuttons her cape. He cannot help, but to snarl as he reveals Elisabeth's smooth white skin that glows in the moonlight. Peter jumps quickly to suck, bite, and nimble on her breast. Elisabeth's hands squeeze the sheets, tilting her head back, moaning loudly. Peter chuckles darkly and keeps going.

"Peter! Peter! OH GOD, PETER! AHH!" He just keeps licking, biting, and sucking. Elisabeth is breathless as her mind becomes fuzzy with haze. Peter licks and bites every pleasure zone as he descends down to her hips. He snarls viciously at the fact that she's not naked. "I want you too. So bad." Elisabeth pants with sweat forming on forehead. Peter laughs, dangling the vial that holds the cure above them that is now in his free hand. Elisabeth sees it, but before she can retrieve it, Peter moves out the room with his alpha speed. The oracle is frustrated, her face flush with red fury. She thrusts her hands forward to ruthlessly slam the door shut with her telekinetic powers. Her eyes flash a bright hue of purple as Elisabeth flops down onto the bed and grunts loudly with rage.

(….)

Gerard's Guest Room

Peter enters the room with the cure. Gerard is still hanging on. He looks much worse than before. His skin has turned pale and almost green. He can barely breathe as he wheeze and couch with black mucus around his mouth. Markus is still in the room with the Argents along with a doctor, Melissa, from the medical treatment center a few miles within the werewolf kingdom. Markus sniffs the air and hates himself for doing so. He hates it when Peter wanders around bathed in the scent of arousal and sex. It's bad enough that Allison, who is watching nervously on the side, smells like Scott. Kate and Chris see Peter, who is holding the small vial that holds the cure to the poison. Peter tosses the vial to Kate.

"The dosage should cure him." He says. Kate moves fast to pop the top on the vial and shove the liquid into Gerard's mouth. Gerard swallows it slowly. The taste of the medicine is horrible on his tongue. It takes a few seconds before it starts working. Markus and Peter listen as Gerard's heartbeat becomes slowly normal again. The medicine starts to quickly pass through his system. This is a relief.

"It's working." Markus tells Chris and Kate.

"His vitals are regenerating." Melissa states.

"We still wish for you to hand over the prisoners." Chris says to Markus.

"As I said, I am handling this matter. The prisoners are in my jurisdiction for I will seek justice. If you wish, I will have my men escort you to the border, where your men are waiting. Lord Gerard shall be healthy and good as new in the morning as the sun ascends from the horizon." Markus replies.

"I implore you to do as we ask." Kate is frustrated.

"With all do respect, I must decline. You have my word. I will get to the bottom of this." Markus says.

"This is a score we must settle on our own." Chris tells him. "I demand that you hand them over."

"You have no power here!" Markus' eyes bleed red. "I am alpha of this kingdom." He snarls at Chris, which angers the Argents even more. "Peter have your men escort the Argents safely across the border. I have some business to attend."

"I will." Peter has a wolfish grin on his face.

(….)

Derek's Bedroom

Derek watches from his balcony as Peter and his men escort the Argents away from their kingdom. He's always disliked the Argents. They're sneaky and rotten to their very core. Derek has calmed himself regardless of the intense fire burning deep within his veins. His mate, Stiles, is in the castle and his mind is clouded with naughty thoughts. Derek thinks about what he could do to Stiles. He wants to make Stiles writhe and scream his name as he drives his cock deep within him. He would suck, kiss, bite, and nip at his flesh like he's the most delicious treat in this entire world. Derek wants to breed him, driving his cock deep inside his tight, hot cavern, and filling him up until he's pregnant with his pups.

Derek growls and grips the smooth, concrete barrier of the balcony. The concrete cracks lightly as sweat forms on the prince's forehead in sexual frustration. For years, he has spent his heat weeks alone in the mountains around his kingdom. And now that Stiles is not far, it feels as if his heat is coming back to haunt him. His body is burning and his erection is absolutely unbearable. Derek thinks to himself. He has to see Stiles. He has to see him.

Derek exits the balcony and heads to the door to exit. His hand wraps around the two door handles, but before he can leave, he stops himself. He realizes that now isn't the time to breed his mate because of the recent events. Besides, to make everything sweeter, he wishes to take his time with Stiles. Derek hasn't seen him for many years. More important matters are at stake.

(….)

Two Days Later

The Argent Kingdom

Three days have passed. The Argents have increase their fold around the border. The werewolves have done the same. Allison is watching over the people of her kingdom from her bedroom balcony, on the sixth level of the royal Argent castle. Her bedroom door slams open with huge force as Chris storms inside. The Argent king is furious with his daughter. Allison hurries and rushes toward him. "FATHER PLEA-" But the princess doesn't finish as she feels her father's knuckles connect with her left cheek. The connection has a stinging, dull pain surrounding the left half of her face. A pulse radiates in her left cheek, indicating its beginning to swell. Allison flies onto her bed in shock. Her eyes mist with tears. Her body trembles with fear, seeing her father's expression radiate with hate and darkness.

"How dare you insult our family name by consorting with a werewolf, THE KING'S SON?! You were supposed to stay within these walls! Not throwing yourself to that mutt like a little slut! What do you have to say for this?" Chris is pissed beyond reason. Allison cannot answer. She's in shock. "ANSWER ME NOW!" Her father roars.

"...F-Father...I love h-him." The words shudder from Allison's lips. Chris is shocked from the answer. This only makes him more upset.

"What did you say?" He asks again to see if he's hearing right.

"I love him." Allison climbs off the bed, but keeps her distance. "We've been seeing each other for the past two years. We were going to wait until we were both eighteen to announce our engagement. I want to marry him, father. I want to be with him. Just because he's different, doesn't mean he's bad, father."

"He is an abomination in God's eyes!" Chris states.

"No, he isn't!" Allison raises her voice.

"Don't you dare raise your voice in my estate! We, the humans, are the true species in God's eyes. Those who are not are demons from hell. Like the fairies and those oracles. We had to annihilate them to cleanse the world of its filth. And while our kingdom is trying to achieve God's plan, you begin consorting with a werewolf." Her father says.

"Just because someone's different, doesn't mean their an abomination! You keep saying that this is God's plan. Why would God want so much bloodshed and war to be spilled upon the world? He is supposed to be a loving God, not a hateful one! It is just you and this family who are poisoning our kingdom's mind with this filth that is beyond false. You are poisoning our kingdom's mind with fear and hatred! What do you think will happen after all of this is done? After you've spilled so much blood and make this a world for humans?" Allison asks, but Chris turns away without an answer. "WHAT?!" She yells, which gets his attention. They stare into each other's eyes for a long beat. "Will you cause more war, but with your own kind out of sheer boredom?" Allison shakes her head. "You don't even see behind your own lies. This is just greed for power."

"I curse the day your mother brought you into this world!" Chris confesses.

"Then let me go if I'm that much of a disappointment!" Allison yells back.

"And where would you run off to? By the lunar eclipse, the werewolves would be destroyed. Our weapons and our army are too far great to be stopped. We will slaughter them like we did those fairies. This I promise you." Chris says. "We will have all the power. So, if you want to choose someone over your own family then go ahead. You are nothing, but a disgrace to me." Chris explains.

Allison sits on the bed in shock. Tears flood her eyes. Her father is such a monster. Her aunt and her grandfather are just the same. Allison takes a moment to herself then leaves, planning to head to the werewolf kingdom. "Rot in hell." She tells her father. Deep down inside, there's a part of Chris that feels horrible for what he said. But the damage has been done. He doesn't care about Allison knowing that their kingdom is planning to destroy the werewolves during the upcoming eclipse. All he needs is Stiles' power and this would be all over.

(….)

The Throne

The Hale Castle

The sound of Elisabeth's blissful moans and screams of pleasure echo within the castle. She and Peter have been having sex non-stop for the past few days since the Argents left. The sound of their bed squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall just makes it worse. Talia and Markus are doing everything to block out the sounds of Peter moans. A servant brings them a hot cup of tea while listening to the blissed out sex going on somewhere in the castle.

"OH PETER! YES! YES! YES! FASTER! HARDER! YOU FEEL SO GOOD! UGH! SO BIG! SO BIG!" Elisabeth screams out in pure bliss. "FUCK ME GOOD! UGH!"

"God, that pussy of yours is so wet and tight!" Peter snarls. "Be good for daddy!"

"The walls might be a little too thin." Talia mutters, not happy about this.

"UGH! UGH! PETER! YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" Elisabeth screams at the top of her lungs. "OH, MY GOD! DOMINATE ME! YES! YES! YES!"

"FUCK! UGH! The way your pussy...oh God!" Peter moans, which is the last straw.

"THAT IS IT!" Talia yells, storming out of the main hall doors. Markus chases after her until he sees Cora, Scott, and Derek come in. The three siblings are ready to leave.

"And where are you three going today?" Markus questions his children's intentions.

"Scott and I are going to catch up with Isaac and the others. We want to hit the lake." Cora says. "If I don't get out of here, I'm going to go into Peter's room and peel his flesh from his bones."

"He'll probably like that too." Scott mumbles.

"And I'm going on a run down the river." Derek says.

"Make sure you have a guard with you at all times. And stay within our territory." Markus tells them.

(….)

The Meadows

A few miles east of the castle within the forests lies a meadow. Stiles is relaxing peacefully on the ground. He loves the fact that he can feel nature. He can feel every single flower delightfully bloom, the power of the bright sun, and the life around the world running through him. Stiles smells the flowers and enjoys the warm day as he sprouts his wings. The meadow is like a rainbow of colors. It's so open, it's like a little slice of heaven. Stiles takes a lavender flower and inhales. Lavender was his and his mother's favorite smell. She use to wear lavender perfume every single day. It calms him down.

Advancing toward him is Talia. She's amazed by his wings and his beautiful. Stiles can sense her energy. It's one of his natural talents from the fae. Fae possess the power to empower themselves and channel with natural energy. They can even communicate with animals. This is one of the few reasons why they were the most powerful beings in all of history.

"Hey, Stiles. I see you're enjoying yourself. Mind if join?" Talia asks.

"Sure, you can join me." Stiles replies as Talia sits in front of him. "My grams and Peter must be giving you a hard time. I can sense them from here and it's weird."

"I bet that's fun." Talia mutters with sarcasm. "You mother only told me so little about nature energy."

"Fae can enhance their abilities through nature, of course. But we can also absorb it, manipulate it, and control it. For example, if someone throws a punch at me, I can absorb the energy of the attack and manipulate it, and kill my enemy with it" Stiles says.

"Interesting." Talia admits.

"I can feel everything, including plants and animals. They speak through me. It's beautiful." Stiles explains. "Unlike my mother, I have only mastered elemental, nature, physical, and spiritual magic. But not ethereal. Only elders are masters of ethereal magic."

"The power to control life...and death." Talia remembers that she witnessed a glimpse of the power when she was younger. "Your mother showed me that gift. She resurrected a dead orchid right in front of me. It was fascinating." She continues. "So, have you been trying to master it?"

"I have, but it's complex. It's difficult to do." Stiles responds with an answer. "It's the reason why my grandmother and the oracles gained immortality. I am not an oracle yet." Talia is astonished. "We are all born of Gaia. She is our mother. She is everything. She is within us. And when we die, our essence become one. The fae actually were considered to be the protectors of the world once."

"I've heard of the goddess." Talia has read so much about the mother of earth.

"It is said that the reason why male born fae are able to be impregnated is because Gaia's sister, Rhea, who granted the males fertility." Stiles knows so much for a young teen. It baffles his godmother. "Gaia and Rhea had another sister named Lupa, the wolf goddess. Lupa was known to be harsh and very judgmental. Regardless of her personality, she had a soft side as well. She was a beautiful goddess and wolf. The Hales apparently were blessed with her powers, which is why they are able to transform into real wolves. It's dazzling to see."

"The old family legend. I heard that when I was a girl. You are very educated indeed. You're beginning to remind me a lot of your mother. You have her eyes. She was so sweet, soft and innocent. She would be proud of how far you came." Talia doesn't look him in the eyes. This is hard for Stiles to hear. "...My heart was broken when I heard what happened. I couldn't believe it. Your father, your mother, your grandmother...all those innocent people washed away and killed by that ruthless army. It hurt me, especially when I thought I'd lost you, my Godson. You were just a child. I thought you were dead."
Talia's voice breaks as she forces her tears away. "It made me think of my children. I wouldn't know what to do if someone harms my pups. It would break me."

Stiles takes her hands into his. "Do you want to see her again? My mother?" His godmother stares at him with confusion. "Close your eyes and relax." Talia hesitates and pauses for a long beat. Eventually, she slowly closes her eyes shut and does as she's told. Stiles follows. And soon, both are driven by his memories of her. Talia's heart flutters at the sight of his memories. She can see Claudia's every smile and hear her hilarious laughter. There was the day she and Claudia took Stiles, Scott, Cora, and Derek to the lake north of where they are. Talia would show off her wolf form with jet black fur, red eyes, and deadly sharp, white fangs. Claudia would also show off her powers while watching Claudia nuzzle Stiles and her kids with such love. It's the most beautiful memory. Their lives were perfect before everything went to hell. This only brings Talia to tears.

"My best friend." She whispers.

Talia and Stiles open their eyes to see dozens of tiny stars of light around them. Rays of sunlight shelters them. Talia is in awe. Stiles lets her hands go and the light fades. "Can you still shift into a wolf?" He asks her. Talia turns her gaze to him and flashes a wolfish grin.

"I always shift whenever I can." She stands and twirls her finger, gesturing for Stiles to turn around. Stiles obeys her order as she strips down from her dress gown. Talia grunts as her bones break, her flesh tear asunder, and her organs rearrange around her body. The pain rushes through her body and bloodstream causing intense agony. Her body begins to change as she goes down on all fours. She keeps herself from screaming or crying. She's gotten use to the pain. Claws and fangs retract from Talia's finger tips and throbbing gums. Her jaw and mouth soon turn into a muzzle. Before Stiles knows it, she's in wolf form. Talia smirks seeing his wings flex. She barks to catch his attention. Stiles turns around to see two red orbs glaring right at him.

"W-Wow. Very...I don't know what to say." Stiles fidgets.

Coming toward them is Derek. Talia leaves the meadow and heads into the forest to hunt. Stiles notices his presence through the change of energy underneath the earth. He turns to see him. "Prince Hale. I haven't laid my eyes on you for quite some time. You've filled out nicely." Stiles admires him before realizing what he said. "I mean...you look nice. I mean in a non..." He cannot think of the word he's looking for, so he shrugs it off. Derek rolls his eyes and scowls. Stiles hasn't changed. "What are you doing out here?" Stiles questions him.

"Apparently, my uncle and your grandmother are still getting it on. I don't want to think about it." Derek growls from a weird image of Peter sweaty back going up and down.

"I know what you're saying. My grandmother did tell me that the fae are sexual beings. We have unlimited sexual energy within us. Even male born fae can bear children." And that also scares Stiles. Pregnancy is a really terrifying thing.

Derek on the other hand, has to suppress a moan from thinking about Stiles bearing his cubs. Imagining his soul mate being filled with their life is arousing. He imagines having a son, maybe two sons and a daughter, who possess both the skills of a fairy and a werewolf. Stiles will play with them in the meadows and teach them how to control their magic, Derek would teach them how to hunt and learn the dance of politics, then they would tuck their children into their warm beds and kiss them good night. It would be beautiful and perfect. They'll be the perfect family.

"If you want, I could send fetch servants to attend to your needs." Derek snaps out his imagination.

"It surprises me that your speaking with me. You were always scolding me and being mean to me when we were younger. I still remember how you slammed my head into a wall, when I was six." Stiles reminds Derek. "You were always so..." Derek ignores him and takes his top off to reveal his upper body. His muscles are perfectly chiseled. He's the perfect image as if he's Adonis himself. To see every muscle bulge with veins forming around them is..."Hot!" Stiles blurts out the word, which catches Derek's attention. Derek grins, raising his eyebrows. His eight pack abs clench tightly. It makes it hard for Stiles to turn around. His face flushes brightly with red. His cheeks and his ears are hot and his blood is beginning to rush to the lower region of his body.

"I have to run." Derek says.

"Y-Yeah, ye-yeah, go run." Stiles stutters to say.

"See something you like?" Derek asks with a deep, sexy tone. He approaches with a fanged grin on his face. Stiles points his body in the other direction. Derek growls at the sight of his wings. Suddenly, Stiles remembers what the wolf had said before, when he protected him against Kate. He's his mate. Stiles have learned many things about werewolves, including their mating habits. When a wolf is born, their soul is split in half and placed into someone else, who is their destined mate. The moment a werewolf meets his or her mate, a mating bond will form between them, making it difficult for them to be apart. To perfect and seal the bond, they must consummate, in other words, jump each other's bones. Male werewolves knot their mate. Their knot will ensure pregnancy if it happens.

The werewolves also have what they call 'Heat', which is a hormone that activates around the spring or winter. The hormone's main purpose is to trigger breeding between a werewolf and his or her mate. However, if a werewolf hasn't found his or her mate, they may engage in sexual activities with willing participants. When a wolf and their mate have a pup, the hormone will not activate until five years after the pup is born. But if a werewolf does not find their mate, their Heat will just keep coming back every three months. Despite the mating process between werewolves and their mates, a bond between a wolf, fae, and/or oracle has never occurred in history. And the bond between two males is extremely rare.

"I have something to ask you, prince." Stiles yelps in surprise when he feels one of Derek's rough, calloused, hot hands touch the smooth skin in between his wings. He spins to face the young prince. That's when he feels it. The strengthening mating bond. It's as if all the darkness within the world has been replaced with light and happiness. "Y-You said I was your mate. How is that?" The question has Derek frozen. Derek exhales deeply to relieve the tension within his body.

"The moment I first saw you, when we were younger, I instantly knew you were mine. The only reason why I pushed the thought of you being my mate aside was because it was impossible for males to mate. That's what I thought as a time. I was a pup then and I had many things to learn." Derek states. "I also thought that it was wrong. My parents believed that a relationship should be between a man and a woman. But your scent...it...it smells so mouthwatering. I guess that's why I'm struggling for control over my wolf now. You smell so ripe and delicious like your ready for me to fuck you."

"Oh?" That last sentence takes Stiles back a moment. "So, I'm your true mate?!" He blurts out.

Derek nods. "Mating between males, including with fae are extremely rare. The last mating bond between two males was over five thousand years ago. As I was saying, I had no knowledge of this. My mother and father didn't share anything with me until I went through my first heat at the age of thirteen. I had to suffer through it every three months. And when your kingdom was destroyed, I felt so empty. I felt dead and hallow inside. It left me so depressed, I couldn't breathe. And as I went through a series of heats; when I was too busy being a horny pup, fucking every thing that moved, I still felt empty. And now that you're here, I feel whole again." Stiles cannot believe it. "I promise that I will take my time with you. I will give you as much time as you need to absorb this, Stiles."

"I am the mate of the most broody, scowly, even if that's not a word, monstrous werewolf in the history of time!" The sentence echoes. Derek sighs at the description. "I cannot believe it."

"Am I really that bad?" Derek asks with an evil smirk on his face.

"Derek you threatened to rip my throat out with your teeth after I introduced myself to you, when I was little. You slammed my body into a tree and broke my wrist when I was eight." Stiles says to him. "I was a young fae then and was going through my first phase to learning magic. I had so much energy built inside me, I was going insane. I still possess as much pent up energy inside of me." The growl that rips from Derek sounds nothing normal. It's animalistic and pure with arousal. Stiles rolls his eyes at the reaction. "Just because I'm supposedly your mate, doesn't mean my legs will open up for you."

"I'll take that as a challenge." Derek's fangs glisten with joy. Stiles just stares at him. He yelps once more when Derek's hands find his hips. Derek's eyes are full of hunger. He gazes at Stiles like his prey as their lips nearly touch. "The day will come when you finally give into me. I will have you begging for me as I taste every inch of you and fuck you so deep and hard, you'll cry out in ecstasy. I can imagine it right now. My dick in that tight, slick ass of yours. You taking all of me. I'll have you coming over and over again until you can't take no more. I will make you mine and mine only. You will be by my side on the throne and after we wed, I will fuck into you each and every night in our bed. That I promise." Stiles' breath trembles at the thought. Derek's laugh is deep and dark. "Would you enjoy that, Stiles?"

"Uh..." Stiles takes a quick deep breath to snap out his nasty thoughts of him and Derek. "I'm not like one of those easy whores from the ball, Derek. I rather die of sexual frustration than to have sex with you." Derek is amused. Stiles walks past him with his heart beating a mile a minute. Truth is, Derek wants to be patient while persuing him. He wishes to protect Stiles and learn everything about him. The only reason why he doesn't know much about the real him is because he ignored him, when he was a child. However, Derek knew then that there was something pulling him to Stiles whenever they were close. This is another reason why he pushed Stiles away because his wolf is too aggressive and short tempered compatible to him. He didn't want Stiles to be anywhere near him. But now, Derek is happy to see that his mate is alive and he doesn't want to lose him again.

Two wolves are coming forward, riding on their horses. Derek has already left to begin his run. Stiles decides that he doesn't want to head back to the castle, especially because his grandmother and Peter are still going at it. He can already sense the energy radiating from them. It's like an earthquake. If there's one place he wants to head to it's the lake, where Talia and his mother use to take him. He hasn't been there in such a long time. Besides, what kind of harm can come at him? The werewolf kingdom is surrounded by a two hundred and fifty foot wall of solid concrete with over twenty thousand werewolf soldiers guarding it. Stiles turns around to see the guard standing about thirty feet away from him. He decides to use his fae power to make himself completely invisible, which has his guard on alert. Stiles knows that he also has to use his magic to suppress his scent and keep the werewolf from hearing him.

(….)

The Lake

Six Miles West of the Mountains

The fresh, crisp smell of lavender is relaxing as the lake is surrounded by a horde of beautiful flowers mixed with yellow, purple white, and red. Stiles appears, walking his bare feet on the warm ground. The weather is warm, but Stiles can already feel the cool, refreshing vibe from the waters. The waters spread out for miles, adding onto the heavenly view of the mountains, forests, and grasslands. The sound of dragonflies and life is evident. Stiles smiles brightly from the view. It brings back so many memories of his family and friends. It almost takes the pain away. Stiles holds back his tears, remembering how his mother would take him here along with Talia and the other children, when he was younger. Hatred within him burns with intense fire. Stiles remembers everything he's learned. Hatred was born to protect love. And there will always be darkness, when there's light.

Stiles comes out of his thoughts. He wants to enjoy this moment as he slowly approaches the waters, stripping until he's naked. He slips into the water with new light radiating the glistening waters. The lake is comfortably cool as he doesn't stop until he's submerged. Stiles' body flows into the deep end as he stares up to see the rippling image of the bright sun. His wings is absorbed into the skin of his back, appearing as a full colored tattoo. Stiles closes his eyes shut and sleeps.

"Stiles?" A similar male voice calls for him. Stiles opens his eyes and swims to the surface. The sun has vanished and has been replaced by a lunar eclipse, keeping the world from being enlightened. It's almost pitch dark with cold and strange breeze. It's as if all the happiness has been replaced with depression. Stiles exits the lake and walks onto the land in a white robe. His eyes widen as his feet comes to a halt to see another version of himself standing a few feet away. But this Stiles is dressed in a white robe. His wings are blackened with talons, his eyes run with blood with sharpened, glistening nails as if they were made unbreakable glass, and a dark red aura surrounding him.

"This isn't me." The real Stiles doesn't believe it, shaking his head in disbelief.

"This will be you when you get a taste of dark power." The demonic version of him says. "This power is so seductive. It's euphoric; better than sex. You will feel this during the lunar eclipse and you and I will become one. Just imagine it."

"No, this isn't me!" Stiles says.

"It is!" The dark fae snarls. "Do you believe the others care for you? They fear you. Your grandmother and the wolves will imprison you. They are cautious of you because of the power you have. You could learn great things from choosing the dark. You won't need anyone, but yourself." Dark Stiles suddenly grins. "Well...there is Derek." And that is what makes Stiles' shiver. "Since the very beginning, the mating bond has wiggled its way into our soul. But I wouldn't complain. Derek looks delicious. Can you imagine what it would be like if he fucked you into oblivion? His huge cock buried deep inside of us. It's hot and pulsing as it stretches you. Your body is on fire as your spine tingles blissfully as you explode. Then he fills you up with so much come that you feel so full for days. Your body is sore and you can still feel him all over you. It's delicious."

"Shut up." Stiles shakes his head, trying to keep the sexual thoughts of Derek out of his head.

"Aw, such a virgin." Dark Stiles chuckles loudly. "You will learn this when the time comes. And soon, you will see that you cannot protect everyone you supposedly love. And that hatred and loss will simmer into darkness. You will know the true power of darkness."

"Stiles!" Another voice erupts. Stiles notices that it's his grandmother's voice. He snaps out of his vision, realizing that he's still submerged twenty five foot deep of underwater. He swims up to the surface to see Elisabeth, Kali, Deucalion, Ethan, Aiden, and Ennis. Stiles sprays fresh water from his mouth, knowing that he cannot step onto land because he's naked. The sun has disappeared and has been replaced by the crescent moon and bright stars. "You were supposed to stay within the castle walls; not wondering around like a little child."

"I just needed some fresh air." Stiles' replies.

"You need to head back to the castle walls." Kali tells him.

"I got this." Elisabeth tells Kali.

"Look, it's not as if the Argents or anyone else is going to try to swoop in and kidnap me. They wouldn't be able to infiltrate the kingdom's walls without clearance. Besides, I'm powerful enough to take care of myself. I just wanted some alone time. That is all." Stiles says.

"Enough! Back to the castle." Elisabeth demands.

"I am not a prisoner! I'm not a slave! Just leave me be!" Stiles is pissed off. His patience is running short with these people. That's when Elisabeth and the others notice the light of his eyes fade to pitch black to white then normal again.

"Did you see that?" Deucalion hopes he's not seeing things.

"Yep." Aiden answers him.

"I need some space! I was just fine before I came to this kingdom!" Stiles storms away, walking past the group. Elisabeth snatches his arms, sighing heavily. Stiles turns to her and slams the palm of his right hand into her chest, sending her flying with a crimson wave of vibrant energy. Elisabeth almost lands into the waters, but she stops herself. Her stunned and embarrassed expression says it all. Stiles realizes what he's done, but he doesn't care. His hatred and frustration fuels him.

"I've had enough of this! Do you think I want to head back to the castle, so I can hear you and that perverted wolf rub against each other? I just want my own freedom. Is that too much to ask?! Just leave me the fuck alone! I don't need you to baby sit me." Stiles then leaves, turning invisible again. Elisabeth has a tear seeping from one of her eyes. She's in total shock and disbelief. This is the first time Stiles has acted like this. Elisabeth composes herself and breathes. Maybe she is being a tad bit selfish, but the moment she saw Stiles' eyes grow dark, it worried her. Could it be? Could the dark actually be winning him out? This is bad.

(….)

Two Hours Later

Stiles Guest Bedroom

Stiles is lying on his bed, wearing his old attire. He doesn't want to be bothered. Entering the bedroom is Peter. This is the last person he wants to see. Stiles doesn't want him near him, right now, so he focuses on his light in his right hand to form a large cylinder ball of magma. It's dripping hot with heat simmering around the surface. Suddenly, tiny shocks of lightning zaps protrude to the surface as well. Stiles was taught how to mix nature types together and utilize them as weapons. Peter stops in his tracks before he can come any closer. He's actually amused by the powers Stiles' possess. Stiles looks at him. His eyes appear to be pitch black, but they immediately fade back to his normal color, light chocolate with a tinge of sweet honey.

"I wanted to come speak to you." Peter says to him.

"I want to be alone." Stiles says back.

"Look, we're not trying to make you feel like a prisoner, Stiles. Your grandmother and I want you safe because the Argents are still after you. Our kingdom's security has doubled and we want to protect you. My family and your family go way back. Talia, your godmother, promised your mother that she would take care of you. They were best friends, almost like sisters." Peter says. "It's for the best that you stay within the castle's walls at all time. Your grandmother demands that I should order a squadron to look after you, but with your power and those wings, that'll be impossible."

"My father tried to do the same thing." Stiles closes his fist while the ball of magma and lightning hovers over it. It bursts into tiny bits of light, thus being disintegrated.

"Your father was a good looking man." Peter raises an eyebrow with a devilish smirk on his face.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Stiles asks him.

"Fairies are quite beautiful, Stiles. Your father was as well." Peter answers.

"...Did you..." Stiles can't finish, because the thought of his dad and Peter is down right disturbing.

"So did Talia and your mother." Peter chuckles deeply.

"You people are sick. Did you have sex with my dad?" Stiles is afraid of the answer.

"...Before your mother and him got together. We were teenagers. I was sixteen, he was fourteen. That was until I met your grandmother during my first council meeting. I had the biggest crush on her. My sister and your mom experimented a little back then as well. It's in the past, Stiles." Peter can't help but to laugh at the shocked expression on the young fairy's face. He begins to leave. "I'll have some servants send up some food." Peter turns around and smiles wide. "By the way, his blood was delectable. You fairies have the most delicious blood I've ever tasted."

Of course, fairy blood has powerful healing properties and it's highly valuable, but no one would dare face a fairy to steal their blood due to their powerful and lethal magic. Stiles has only mastered elemental, physical and spiritual magic, but not ethereal magic, which is the strongest form of magic that gives the user the power to manipulate life and death. Only elder fae like John have that power, but none of the elders are around anymore to teach Stiles that kind of power.

"And your father loved it when I had him on his knees and bent over in the shower." Peter smiles.

"GET OUT!" The bedroom door slams hard enough to echo within the castle. Stiles breathes slowly, trying to get the image of his mom and dad having sex with Peter and Talia. That is way too much information. Peter did that on purpose! Stiles tries to breath. That's when he feels a rush of painful power surge within his chest. Stiles shuts his eyes and calms himself. He needs some rest.

(….)

Cora's Bedroom

The sound of skin pounding against skin, and pleasurable moans break from the room. Isaac has Cora bent over the bed; his cock buried deep inside of her. His hands caress her soft skin while pressing soft kisses to her spine. His hands move down to grip her breasts.

"Fuck me, Isaac. Oh, my God! Ung!" Cora arches up, feeling him suckling on the salty skin of her neck and throat. "Isaac! Fuck...me harder!" Isaac turns her over and buries himself again in her warm, wet cavern. "Ugh! Unn! I love your dick so much!"

"Holy shit! Your pussy feels so good. God, baby." Isaac moans loudly without missing a single beat. Cora snakes her arms around his neck, messaging his curly blond hair. Their foreheads connect as Cora's dark brown eyes are taken over by a golden amber hue. Her pussy squeezes and tremors. She loves the feeling of his hot, pulsing member and balls slapping against her. Isaac lowers himself and bites into her throat with a wolfish growl. "Unn! Come for me, baby."

"I'm gonna come." Cora's face scrunches with bliss as a warm feeling consumes her with a sensitive sensation becoming stronger after every pump. "I'm gonna come."

"Be a good girl and come. Come for me." Isaac's thrusts become harder, faster, wilder. He's close too.

"I'm coming!" Cora's body stiffens. Her orgasm rips through her as her heat wraps around Isaac tightly, causing him to come as well. Isaac pulls out quickly, pumping his hot come onto her shaven pussy. He groans with his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Cora massages the semen into her skin. She's in awe, watching Isaac still pumping incredibly hot come out of his dick. Isaac gazes into her eyes. He watches as Cora takes some of his semen and swipes it with her tongue. It's salty and bitter sweet. This only brings out a moan from the young werewolf's lips.

"Fuck, babe! Someday, I'm gonna come in that tight pussy of yours and fill you with my pups." Isaac moans. He bends down and their tongues connect. Their kiss becomes passionate and intense.

"I just love it when you fuck me. It's so good." Cora says in between the kiss. Isaac only replies by rubbing two fingers against her clit, making her hypersensitive.

"Ready for round two? I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name this time." He says.

"Is that a promise?" Cora says seductively.

"Let's find out." Isaac's voice is husky. But their plans are ruined with Markus entering the room. They cover themselves with the comforter and sheets. Markus' disgusting expression at the smell is priceless. His eyes bleed with crimson as a deadly snarl erupts from the back of his throat.

"I'm not even going to ask. Isaac...go home." The alpha cannot stop himself from having thoughts of ripping the curly, innocent-looking boy throat out for deflowering his daughter.

"Yes, sire." Isaac climbs out of the bed in his full naked glory.

"Put some damn pants on, boy! This ain't happy hour!" Markus snarls. Isaac stumbles while grabbing and hurrying to put his clothes on. He leaves quickly out of the room. Cora doesn't know what to say. She knows she is screwed. "Really?! First, Peter and Elisabeth, now you too!"

"I'm sorry, daddy." Cora cringes, submitting to her father.

"If you're going to fly your tail around, don't do it in the castle! That smell is bloody awful!" Markus slams the door shut in anger. The door nearly breaks from his alpha werewolf strength.