In Olden Days
After lunch, Stiles and Aziz disappeared, leaving the Pack to think about all that had been revealed. And Peter thought about it a lot. And while it was a surprise, it wasn't a bad thing, in fact, Peter felt that this could be the break they needed in getting back home. However, something else was bothering him, and he was more than ready for answers when Stiles finally returned to their room; the Prince was covered in dirt. Smelling like the High Alpha, and deer.
"Enjoyed your hunting?" Peter asked.
Stiles nodded, "Papa caught a lovely sized buck, and is currently going to present it to Christopher."
Peter's lips twitched at the thought of the Hunter's face, brows furrowing when Stiles kissed him on the cheek, before beginning to undress.
"Question." the Alpha said as he watched as more and more skin was revealed.
"Hmm?"
"When you finally realized that I wasn't your Peter, why did you continue with …. your wifely…husbandly duties."
After taking off, and tossing his tunic on the floor, Stiles put on a long thin robe before turning his attention to his husband. "Like I said, I wasn't too sure at first. But afterwards, I figured it was best not to act any differently until I felt like I safely knew everything I could. However, I knew our moments together wouldn't go very far," the Prince chuckled as Peter's expression went from politely listening, to realization, "did you really think Derek had that good of timing?"
"You little trickster," Peter growled, looking very much pleased. "what would have you had done, if Derek hadn't arrived on time? Surely, you wouldn't have betrayed your Peter."
Stile moved closer until Peter had to tilt his head back to look at the Prince's face, the Alpha's throat went dry as he stared into amber eyes that were near glowing with power and something much older. It remained the older Hale, that this Stiles was not his Stiles, this was the Alpha Prince. Skills unmatched in combat, and magic, gentle, and merciful when needed. Fierce, and unforgiving, when the later was no longer the opinion. Loved, adored, respected, and feared in equal measure. He is one who brought those who challenged him to their knees, the one where kingdoms have pledge their loyalty too with prompting, inspired a never ending loyalty.
It was exhilarating….and arousing.
"I never said you weren't my Peter."
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"What do you think?"
Chris looked away from the big dead buck, to the Alpha who was waiting impatiently for an answer to his question.
"It's very…big."
Aziz's grinned, and if the Alpha had his tail, Chris was pretty sure it would be wagging something furious. The Hunter tensed when the Werewolf moved closer to him, "Took me a while to chase him down, even tipped once." The Alpha shrugged the last part, as though the Alphas of all Alphas tripping over his own feet wasn't embarrassing, in fact, judging from the Alpha's expression; he seemed to think it funny.
"What are you going to do with it?" Chris then asked looking back at the buck.
"Whatever you want, it's for you after all."
Chris looked back at the Wolf sharply, he knew well the meaning of receiving prey from a Wolf. However, this didn't even accord to him when Aziz had dragged him away from his room, and out here to show him the buck. He figured that after the big reveal, Aziz would quit with the act…apparently, it wasn't an act.
"I appreciate the…. gesture, but I doubt your Christopher would."
Aziz blinked, then he titled his head in such a dog like manner that Chris snorted.
"Hmm," the Alpha then said, "I don't think my Christopher would mind."
There was something behind that statement.
"Now, how about a kiss?"
"Come any closer, and I'll shove my knife up your ass."
"You say the sweetest things."
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