Isaac POV

Isaac tensed, the lift always caused him to think of his childhood horrors, but shook them out of his mind. He had ahead of him a great night with Lydia Martin of all people, and the only thing stopping him from throwing her against a wall and kissing her was the fact that they were made of glass and people in the lobby would see them clearly.

That was the one flaw of this particular hotel. When he had been in New York, the elevator had been a favourite make out spot of his.

The elevator pulled to a stop and pinged. The doors opened to reveal a white and silver furnished hallway scattered with doors at regular intervals. His room, 135, was up a flight of stairs around the corner. Lydia started to walk in the opposite direction.

'Lyds, it's this way.' Isaac smirked at her, she was the smartass one usually, but now she was on his turf.

Lydia smiled tightly and followed him down the hallway and round the corner to a set of opaque glass doors. Isaac unlocked them and held a door open for Lydia. Inside was a set of glass and metal stairs and a giant floor to ceiling window with a view of California. In the morning was when the view was most beautiful, but at night it still was a sight; firefly lights dotting the surrounding landscape and above it all was the bright and shining full moon.

Isaac had to hold back a laugh. It would be fate that their five year reunion happened on a full moon, given all the memories it held for him and the rest of the pack. He decided he would ask Stiles about the whereabouts of his ex-alpha, it was just weird that he had disappeared just at the time that they were having a reunion party. Isaac new Derek wasn't a party person, and he hadn't really talked to him since he'd graduated, but Stiles probably had. Stiles and Cora had been together for a long time, even after Uni, from what he'd gathered from Stiles' garbled phone call. His ADHD was getting worse.

'Wow.' Isaac looked up from his thinking and saw Lydia jump on his massive bed. 'This is the most comfortable thing I think I have ever had the pleasure of lying on.' She sighed in contentment.

'We can do a lot more than lying on it.' Isaac smirked and dropped his hat on a desk.

The room itself was furnished in much the same way as the lobby; in white and light blue, all glass and mirrors. And yet it still felt warm, despite the cold colours.

There was a white sheepskin rug in front of the bed. The bed itself had big, white memory foam pillows, a memory foam mattress and its sheets were alternately silver and white.

Lydia looked at him with a knowing gaze. She pulled her dress over her head and Isaac was delighted to see the lace lingerie underneath. He could have sworn that Lydia had got slimmer and curvier at the same time. He didn't even know if that was possible.

Isaac threw off his shirt and Nikes and joined Lydia on the bed. She straddled him and he leaned down and kissed her. Her lips tasted of cherry and beer and something just Lydia and it was something he wouldn't mind tasting for the rest of his life. He quickly berated himself; he didn't want a relationship, and he could do a lot better than Lydia Martin, even if he was looking for something long term. But he had to admit, it did have a ring to it; Lydia Lahey.

Isaac pushed Lydia back on the bed and laid over her, without breaking apart from her sugary lips. He began to trail kisses down her neck and was awarded with hearing Lydia gasp in satisfaction.

'Isaac.' He kissed lower and she arched her back to invite him closer. She pulled his head back up to her face and kissed his lips again.

Isaac felt Lydia's hands as they began to travel down his abs and undo the best of his jeans. He, in turn, undid her bra strap as she pushed his jeans off his hips. He kicked them off and then groaned when there was a knock on the door. They disentangled and he sighed.

'Room service?' Suggested Lydia, putting her dress back on, minus her bra.

'No, they don't come this late.' Isaac left his shirt off, but he grabbed his jeans back on and walked over to the stairs. 'I'll check it out and be back in a minute.' He climbed back down the stairs and opened the door.

It was, surprise, surprise, Stiles that stood nervously outside the doors of his penthouse suite.

'Stiles.' Isaac stated.

'Isaac, before you close the door, do you know where Lydia went? She disappeared after you left. I just hope, because of the full moon, that she hasn't been attacked or something.' Stiles managed to stutter out.

'She disappeared just after I left, but her car is still there, and she's not with anyone else?' Isaac struggled not to laugh while Stiles took an age to come to the obvious solution.

'She's here? With you?' Stiles looked confused.

Isaac feigned indignation. 'What, you don't think she'd want to? She looked consenting to me.'

'I, that's not...' Stiles cowered when Isaac drew himself up to his full 6'1 height, almost a foot taller than Stiles. 'I guess, now I know she's safe… that I should, uh, probably go.'

'That you should.' Isaac closed the door on Stiles' face and leaned back against the wall. He really didn't like Stiles; he was too twitchy and anxious. He had pretended to like him in high school and Uni, but only for Scott, who was his best friend, and alpha, at the time. Now, Scott and Isaac barely talked; Martin Garrix, who he had collaborated with on a recent hit, was his best friend and he was his own alpha, having hunted and killed another alpha for attempting to kill his at-the-time girlfriend.

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A.