So here's the next part. It features the pack! Hope you enojy!
Well she hadn't been stuck in his- their room all week but they did spend a large amount of time in there. It had taken two days just to move all of her stuff from her truck into the house. To Ophelia at least it seemed like Derek couldn't go two hours without mounting her, they'd done it in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the couch, on the floor, two of the most interesting places however had been the stairs, and the front porch. Apparently Derek couldn't get enough of her. Even though on some level Ophelia felt the same, she and her wolf had barely anytime to recuperate. The pack couldn't get here soon enough.
As soon as school was out Derek received several text messages all at once, everyone was antsy to be near their alpha and his new mate. Stiles, Lydia, and Allison had the same pull; they may be humans, one even a hunter, but they had become part of Derek's pack. The only one who seemed to be calm at all was Peter; he was older and less desperate to be around his alpha. Derek had texted everyone back letting them know that they needed to be on their best behavior, and give Ophelia some space. Truth be told Derek had missed his pack of rowdy somewhat annoying teenage pack, but was he ready to share Ophelia yet?
Ophelia watched out the window, waiting anxiously to meet her new pack-mates. She heard them before she saw them, whooping and hollering mixed with the sounds of cars racing through the woods on dirt roads. Three cars pulled in front of the house, an old blue Jeep, a sliver Porsche, and a black SUV. Five boys and three girls jumped out, and an older man shook his head as they all rushed the front porch. The older man had to be Peter, Derek's Uncle, as to everyone else she was a bit clueless.
Derek slowly opened the front door, giving everyone a 'settle-the-fuck-down' look. One by one they filed into the house. Relaxed to finally be in their alphas presence and excited to meet his mate. Peter was last in the house, and shook hands with Derek in silent congratulations.
"Alright everyone sit down." Derek commanded.
They were all just standing the living room staring at Ophelia who was obviously uncomfortable. Hurrying to sit they lounged on the couch and chairs. Isaac settled on the floor nearest Ophelia who was sitting on the bench in front of the big bay window. No one knew what to say to her, she was not what they were expecting at all. Stiles had been almost positive she was going to be this big badass in a leather jacket just like Derek. The woman in front of them didn't look much older than them, and she looked as nervous as them as well. Her dark red hair was up in a messy bun, light colored jeans, and a big creamy sweater that went mid thigh, Ophelia wasn't moody she had a kind face with gentle dark green eyes. Not what they expected at all.
"Okay, this is Ophelia Connors. Ophelia this is Scott," an almost Latin looking boy with a crooked goofy smile, "Allison," a pretty girl with black hair that sat in his lap, "Stiles," a lanky boy sitting next on the arm of the couch next to Scott, "Jackson," a handsome boy with a naturally smug smile, "Lydia," another red head, who was dressed like she came off a run way and holding hands with Jackson, "Boyd," a built African American boy look up the last spot on the couch, "Erica," a blond in pretty revealing clothing was in one chair, "Peter," Derek's Uncle sat in the other chair, "and last but not least, Isaac." A boy with curly brown hairs and honest to God puppy-dog eyes sitting on the floor in front of her.
"Hi." Ophelia let out a semi uncomfortable chuckle.
Everyone else let out their own little laughs and shortly began talking all at once. Ophelia had missed this, the loudness of a pack with excited pups. She just watched as they all started goof around, mocking each other, everyone trying to be heard over the group. Derek was standing next to her now, and getting a little frustrated with his pack. They had started asking Ophelia questions and she didn't have enough time to make a sound before someone else asked another.
"Will everyone please be quiet?!" It sounded like a question but Derek was not asking his eyes glowed red, Ophelia put a hand calming on his shoulder.
"I can answer all your questions if you all just give me a minute." She laughed at their eagerness, "I was traveling through, on my way home when I came here and ran into Derek. My original pack is in a small town call Stone Valley on the border of California and Nevada. Um, I have one younger brother and my parents are excited I've found my mate." Well her mom was excited, that counted right? "I just graduated this past summer, I'm nineteen, and I guess that's it."
"So are you the alpha female now?" Erica asked more than curious, up until now her, Allison, and Lydia had been in a bit of a power struggle.
"No, that has to be earned in the pack. I'm just Derek's mate, for now." Ophelia straighten up and raised an eyebrow at Erica. Was she seriously going to get challenged on her first night meeting them?
"Erica." Derek growled out in a warning tone.
"What? It was just a question." She rolled her eyes, sitting back in the chair.
"So why did we have to stay away all week?" Isaac asked from the floor, everyone else looked at their alpha and his mate.
"Ophelia was in heat, which is like a human ovulating except this is like an extra incentive to breed before the winter, and it only happens to female werewolves." Derek added the last part on before Stiles could open his mouth.
"So are you pregnant?" Lydia asked, looking at Ophelia's stomach like she'd be able to see a bump.
"Umm…" Ophelia felt the blood rush to her cheeks.
The fact that she might be pregnant Ophelia and Derek had not talked about at all. There had been no mention of babies yet. But they both knew the chances of her carrying a pup after that first night was about ninety percent. This whole week had been on a primal level not just claiming their mates, but about producing a pup.
"It's very likely, we won't know for sure until next Friday." Derek answered, taking hold of Ophelia's hand, briefly giving her a loving look.
"Isn't that a bit early?" Allison asked, mildly confused.
"No, when two werewolves mate typical gestation is five months. Human/werewolf is about eight." Peter finally spoke up after being silent since entering the house.
"Five months!" Stiles shouted from his spot on the couch.
"Yes werewolves grow much faster, in five months after winter is over the pack could have its very first baby." Peter gave Ophelia a reassuring smile that did make her feel better.
"I so can't picture Derek as a dad. I mean come on! Sourwolf changing diapers? My mind was blown that you actually found someone to put up with your incessant moodiness-"
"Stiles!" Derek barked out before he could finish. "Okay now that we've discussed that, I've got a few new rules-" a collective sound of groans was heard from around the room, one low growl from Derek pretty much shut them up however, "As I was saying, there are a few new rules I'd like to implement. First of all when I am not around you listen to Ophelia-"
"But she said herself she's not the Alpha Female, why should we listen to her?" Erica snarled out.
"No one here is the Alpha Female," Derek's eyes went red, "and as my mate she has more authority then the rest of you in the pack. So unless you'd like to challenge me, Erica, you'll shut your mouth and follow the damn rule." He growled out, his features semi shifted.
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"Anyways, when I'm not around you listen to Ophelia; if you don't there will be consequences. Secondly, as Ophelia may be pregnant you'll all start to feel more protective of her and the unborn pup this is natural however you'll need to watch just how defensive you get. In other words, do not attack people, and keep your emotions in check." Derek eyed each and everyone in the pack, even Peter.
A buzzing sound distracted everyone; it was coming from Ophelia's pocket. The word Dad was flashing on the screen.
"Sorry," She apologized to Derek before answering, "Hi dad."
"Put him on the phone." Was all he said in a gruff voice.
"Dad," Ophelia started.
"Ophelia Summer Connors put him on the phone now." Her father demanded, this did not bode well.
"It's for you." She sheepishly handed Derek the phone.
"Mr. Connors." Derek answered turning to face the window.
"Mr. Hale, my wife, son, and I are already on the road. As my daughters mate you failed to follow the proper protocol. To fix this, we are coming to you. I expect for this to be put right, we'll be arriving tomorrow morning in Beacon Hills, all I need is your address." He was short but direct.
"Of course," Derek rattled off his address, "I meant no disrespect." He finished with.
"Yes, well, we'll sort this out tomorrow." He hung up.
"Your family is going to be here tomorrow." Derek said although it was clear Ophelia had listened in she looked a happy but a little nervous.
"It seems so." She said before swallowing hard.
"You will all need to be on your very best behavior, certain things need to take place tomorrow and none of you are to interrupt." Derek said turning about around to face the pack.
Ophelia watched as they all nodded solemnly, a few looked a bit uneasy. One wolf in particular seemed more perturbed then the rest. Isaac sat not far from her on the floor still but his big blue eyes had widened with anxiety. He seemed to be feeding off her emotions. Getting up Ophelia walked towards his and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"It'll be fine." She looked into his eyes, then the rest of the packs.
This was part of her duties now, as pack mom she was to take care of the pack. Helping to calm them down, and put them at ease. It seemed to be working because a collective sigh was let out. She looked down at Isaac again and smiled kindly until he started to smile back. That boy reminded her so much of her own brother, such a sweet face. Running her hand up his neck and to the top of his head she ruffled his hair making them both laugh a little. This was the first affection she'd shown the pack and they'd readily accepted it.
Derek leaned back against the bench and watched his mate. The way she had calmed down the pack, and reassured them. A little hint of jealousy hit him when she was touching Isaac but he knew it was important as pack mom to be affectionate. His own mother had been the same way. Besides it wasn't as if she was attracted to Isaac, she ruffled his hair like she might a young pup. Ophelia was everything he needed.
Review away please! More reviews the faster I post! Let me know what you think so far. There was quite a bit I wanted to get through in this chapter, there's not much I really love in it, next one will be much more interesting!
Next Chapter: Derek gets challanged by someone, Ophelia's mom gives her some advice, and a few people do not behave as they should.
