I apologize for being so late with this chapter I was going through some writers block, but I seem to have overcome it! I hope all my readers can forgive me and I hope you like the new chapter!
Also shout out to CarleighAlpha and Ranair for helping me with this story, I love you all for your support! Now, on with the story.
It was around four o'clock when everyone, including Derek's sister Cora and Deaton, finally showed up at Derek's loft, with Lydia and Tristan arriving last. Once everyone was settled Derek got up in front of everyone, motioning for Tristan to stand with him. She slowly stood to her feet, feeling self conscience in front of everyone's eyes once again. Before Derek could get started hackles started coming from Cora as she stared at Tristan, but before she could get a full growl out, Derek shut her down fast with a growl of his own and a flash of his red alpha eyes. She sat back and quieted down, but she still was glairing holes into Tristan. "Now that that's done, I can get started-" "Why does this mated and obviously pregnant girl, and not just mated to anyone, but to PETER of all people here?! I should rip it out of her where she sta-" "ENOUGH!" Derek was in front of his sister, standing over her, his eyes glowing bright red and his teeth bared. Cora shrunk in her seat, baring her neck to him, showing him her submission.
Derek calmed down, stepping away from Cora and returning to normal. Tristan was tense as he returned to her side. Derek brushed his shoulder against her in hopes of comforting her, but she only seamed to be more stressed, jumping slightly in the process. Breathing out a sigh he decided to begin the meeting. "Okay everyone, now it seems that we all now know about this situation, This is Tristan, Peter's mate and she needs our protection. She is family, but that doesn't make her pack. We all still need time to come around to see if we can trust her. Although she doesn't seem like a threat, we don't know much about her other than that she's pregnant with Peter's pup." Tristan visibly shrunk as he continued talking. "But, there's something else that I would like to address." he looked over towards Stiles and there seemed to be some form of silent communication going on before Stiles stepped in front of him.
Stiles waved his hands over his neck and with a dull glow and a shimmer the illusion placed around the mark of his mate was gone. Everyone but Tristan gasped, a mixture of confusion and excitement radiating from the pack. "It's been a few weeks since we've eh-um, consummated the mating mark." Stiles finished turning red from head to toe with embarrassment. Kira and Lydia were the only ones who giggled, but Scott the "mature" one as always busted out laughing and continued even after Derek flacked his eyes and let out a low warning growl with his owl small blush forming.
Meanwhile, as the excitement of the news consumed everyone and everyone was talking, except Tristan who was sitting back listening to everyone, nobody noticed when someone else walking into the room. "Well, isn't that nice, my little nephew is mated." Peter remarked as he sauntered in with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, continuing with a smirk plastered on his face, "tell me Derek, are you a top or bottom?"
Everyone was silent as they stared at him with hatred, shock or surprise. Tristan was stuck in her seat, hidden behind everyone. She couldn't comprehend that he was here, she was afraid that if Shen stood up to look for him, he would disappear and everyone would return to normal like nothing had ever happened. As she slowly stood up with the little hope that's she had, she saw him and as soon as they locked eyes, his playful smirk vanished and was replaced with disbelief as his arm fell to his side, dropping his duffel. As she stepped forward to pass everyone he started to back away. Now Tristan was angry. "Don't you dare run away from me again!" He stopped midway of turing around, he sighed as his shoulders slumped. He turned back to face her and was overcome with so much guilt by her eyes as they burned with such anger and intensity towards him. Locking at the floor as he Spock to her, "So, I guess they know, huh."
Tristan stalked towards him, even in her small stature she seemed to overpower him as he shrunk from her. "You're damn right they know. They know that you're a coward and that you left. Your. Mate. You Left me in danger! You left me to defend for myself and they left THIS!" He flinched with every venomous word as she spat them out at him, emphasizing her words as she lifted up her shirt, showing him the scars that the two wolves left her to show him.
In seconds he was on the floor kneeling in front of her as his hand raised to hover above the marred flesh of her rib cage. Then he looked lower seeing the swell of her abdomen and then something happened what nobody expected. Peter broke down, crying at her feet. No one said anything, nobody wanted to, not even the smart mouth of Stiles could sum up the courage to crack a joke. Peter looked up at her with pleading eyes, "I'm so sorry, I-" he chocked up before he could finished. Taking a deep breath he started again. "I didn't want you to go through the same pain that I have, that my nephew and niece has." He hung his head at the shame of the thought of being the cause of some of gased down at him, her look and her tone softened, "Tell me everything."