A/N~ See end of story for authors notes. Please don't forget to review. Thanks everyone for your patience. ~A

Chapter 34

A couple of weeks later: Derek worked to get the surprisingly large couch up the stairs. Peter was supposed to have been helping but the older werewolf had called to say he had to go into the hospital for a couple of hours as they were hosting a group from the State Medical Board and his presence was requested. See surprise inspection and that his presence was demanded.

This had happened before and Derek wasn't overly concerned, just made things more challenging for him. The rest of his Pack were either working or at school. Stiles and Boyd had managed to repair the old freight elevator. It had taken them two weeks of research and tracking down parts, before they even got started.

Allison had done her part with help from Cora and Lydia the trio of women had worked out a way to light up the top of the elevator so that the two men had been able to see what they were doing without being encumbered by flashlights. It involved floodlights, extension cords and Allison hanging upside down for an extended period of time with Cora holding her legs.

All wonderful accomplishments by his pack, unfortunately this particular couch was too large to fit in the freight elevator. Fortunately he had werewolf strength or he probably would have had to do what normal humans do and drink beer while waiting for the rest of the Pack to show up to help him. Didn't really help getting the thing around the sharp turn of the landings though. That was still a wrestling match of epic proportions.

Derek finally got the couch to the loft area and after jamming the door open moved the couch into the loft. Just having it in the loft for now was enough of an accomplishment the Alpha figured to take a break. Un-jamming the door as he walked by he checked the fridge. Most beers Derek didn't really like, he had to enjoy the flavor, especially since he didn't get the buzz from it that humans did.

Stiles his wonderful mate had used his real ID and called himself designated driver. His father had come with the pair on Stiles insistence. Stiles had then ordered a beer sampler for Derek and his dad. They got to try six different beers, with unsalted pretzels and bottled water to cleanse the pallet in between the beers. Both men had found a new beer they each enjoyed since then they had made a habit of going to the once monthly tasting parties at the bar.

Derek was tempted to get one of those beers but Stiles was coming over later, since he hadn't gotten to see his mate in several days, he wanted a clear palate the better to taste his mate. Stiles had been working tirelessly, Derek wasn't sure for what he was merely grateful, he was going to get to see him tonight. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and practically threw himself down on the new couch and took several swallows of the icy cold liquid. He leaned his head back and let his body cool down.

Privacy was still an issue for the pair, not that Derek had any intention of breaking his oath about Stiles virginity. He had no plans to touch the teen anywhere below the waist, something Stiles had already been pushing a bit. It had been a challenge for the both of them but Stiles was worth it, that and so much more.

Derek awoke to a kiss being pressed o his lips, he didn't bother to open his eyes. As he had hoped the taste of Stiles filled his mouth, as the younger man deepened the kiss gently. Fingers traced through Derek's hair, nails scraping his scalp softly. Before tracing down the side of is neck, he snorted softly and flinched away from the tickling caress.

"Gotcha," Stiles said softly. As he came around from behind the couch to join the werewolf on the troublesome piece of furniture, Stiles kept his hand on the back of the older man's neck. He sat beside Derek and continued to massage his neck as he whispered, "I see you got it upstairs, Stubborn."

Derek tilted his head to the side enjoying the feel of Stiles fingers tracing his skin, "Is it me or the couch who's stubborn?" he asked.

"Knowing you, probably both," Stiles said with a smile. "Got any plans for tomorrow?" he asked seriously and it took the older man a few seconds to focus on the question.

"We already have the foundation for the addition poured it's supposed to be curing for the next few days. So yeah I'm free tomorrow."

"Good dress up okay, we have Pack business tomorrow plus I have a few surprises for you, which hopefully you won't kill me for." the teen said as he stood back up and went into the kitchen. Derek heard him rummaging in the fridge for a few seconds before he came back and settled beside his Mate.

Stiles handed the older man is beer and opened a bottle of water for himself. He cuddled into Derek's side and said, "After this we need a break, we have a school holiday coming up. I suggest we take advantage of it."

"We could take a weekend and go to the beach. Unfortunately any more than that right now and I might get in trouble with my boss." Derek said seriously.

"Reality is such a buzz kill for romance," Stiles said with an air of aggravated annoyance.

"Yeah but how well would you really like it if I followed you around like some worshipful vampire?" Derek asked with a smirk.

"Ok, ew, yeah that would be kind of creepy. Never mind then but at some point in this relationship, could we get a honeymoon phase?

I already told you, I love you, and I want you, and when you turn eighteen there will be a lot of us together sexually," Derek said huskily.

Stiles eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "So I had this idea for when we go away together."

Derek's head fell back on the couch again and he asked the ceiling, "Why do I have the feeling you're about to test my fortitude."

"Cause you know me so well?" Stiles suggested.

"Tell me," he said as he interlocked their fingers.

"So we aren't allowed to get any more intimate than maybe some heavy petting, right?"

"Not really heavy, but no intimate touching of each other, yeah." Derek said a little suspiciously.

"Then I think we can maybe take care of our sexual frustration."

"Hold that thought, we have company, the cubs are here."

Stiles made a slightly annoyed face before rising from the couch. Lydia came through the door first with both Malia and Cora seeming to drag Allison along with them. Erica brought up the rear and closed the door behind them.

Lydia called for Stiles even though he was less than ten feet away when they had walked into the loft.

Actually the strawberry blond was looking less than put together and kind of desperate as she came up to the Alpha pair and said, "Tell her she's still part of the Pack."

The pair looked at each other confused for a second before Stiles asked, "Tell who they're still part of the Pack?"

"Allison, tell her. She is talking about going to France for the summer. Tell her she can't go, she has to stay with the Pack." Malia said clinging to her sister's arm. Stiles kind of felt sorry for Allison cause that actually looked a little painful.

"Slow down, why wouldn't Allison be part of the Pack?" Derek asked in confusion.

Allison looked around at the other girls fearfully before taking a deep breath and confessing, "Scott and I broke up."

"What? When did that happen?" Stiles asked eyebrows going up in surprise. He had thought the couple had been going strong.

She looked even more depressed and all three of the other girls looked at him like they were going to trounce Stiles if he didn't fix this. "You are always going to be part of this Pack Allison. I'm just trying to figure out what happened between you and Scott?" Stiles explained.

Allison looked at him doubtfully but explained, "Scott has been being a jerk about me hanging around with other members of the Pack. He just keeps acting like…" and for just a moment her hands flapped in the air, in an odd resemblance of Stiles.

Derek barely hid the smirk, as he wondered if Stiles had caught the fact that their pack mates were beginning to mimic the Alpha pair. He re-focused his attention when Allison mentioned the McCall boys increasingly erratic behavior as the past two weeks had progressed.

"He started saying nasty things about Dad and Poppy and even Malia and then he started saying how Stiles is a bitch in heat…" Allison said, now that she knew her place in the Pack was secure. She was clearly so furious that she was literally trembling with it.

When Derek heard the insult directed at his mate he wasn't far behind the young huntress. Which of course left it to Stiles to be the adult in the group, he shook his head at the irony.

"Alright one unless you betray this Pack I don't think we'll ever throw anyone out of the Pack. I mean look at Jackson. Even Lydia would agree that he can be a complete douche at times and he's still in the Pack, right? So don't worry about that, okay. The fact that Scott's behavior about the supernatural has become so much more profound lately is a little disturbing and we'll look into it. Go have a girls night and a good rant about men are evil and the women of the world should rise up and overthrow the male oppressive regime."

All four of the women in the room studied Stiles for a few minutes. Mixed expressions of amusement, concern, suspicion and confusion were on their faces. Cora finally said, "Stiles, you do remember that you're male, right?"

"Of course, I'm just secure enough in that masculinity to embrace my feminine side," he said with a smirk.

"And oddly enough he really does mean that," Lydia said with a charming smile as the girls walked away. Being mollified with the strawberry blonds reassurance that retail therapy was the perfect thing to overcome Allisons heartache.

Meanwhile the Alpha pair were gazing at each other a sneaking suspicion in both of their eyes. "If it did just happen a couple of weeks ago, it might have been before I put the curse on your sister. Of course Scott was kind of acting like a douche since we announced the creation of the Pack… so who knows."

Derek nodded his head thoughtfully and said, "Agreed, it may be typical teenage angst and nothing to do with the supernatural."

"Either way I think we need to look into it and find out whether it is just typical teenage stuff or Scott has been bitten and if he was who he was bitten by," Stiles whispered to his mate. "Because unless your sister has suddenly become immune to the Rede she'd be sick as a dog." he said and then realizing what he'd said.

Stiles explained, "No pun intended and near crazy wih fighting what's happening to her new pup. Pretty sure we would have heard about it if that was going on. So we have to figure out who else it might be, before this or something worse happens."

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Scott startled out of the nightmare with a scream. Red eyes all around staring back at him had the dream, one pair lunged at him. He flinched violently as his body reacted instinctively to the memory. He looked down at where the bite mark should have been. Still surprised that the grievous wound had healed completely practically overnight without a scar.

He knew the most likely explanation for what was going on. He had been bitten by an Alpha werewolf. The problem was he had seen Derek in his Beta form. There were several Alphas though the night he was attacked, from what he could remember more than were in both Packs put together.

Telling who or what they would look like when they weren't in their Beta mode, Scott really hadn't had enough experience with Derek or the others in their werewolf state, to be able to do that.

Scott realized that was his fault though. He had wanted nothing to do with the werewolves in Stiles Pack. He felt like he was surrounded by freaks, now he was going to become one and it was all Stiles and Derek's fault. The things with the red eyes had told him so, which meant it was also Allison's families fault as well.

Hell at this point he was ready to blame the entire town. After all hadn't Stiles said that there was a reason that the original settlers had named the town Beacon Hills. He did need some answers though and the best place to get them were still his brother, Stiles would have the answers.

A/N/N~ So Scott is written OOC but as everybody remembers Scott was OOC after he was bitten. So I'm writing just as erratica and scattered as that was. Hope everyone will enjoy what comes next. ~A