Episode One: Pack Life Pt 1

Stiles could only giggle at the scene before him. Derek was looking at him as if he was on a high magic. It was not his fault. He was sleepy and there were just too many thoughts sparked by what he was seeing. At the breakfast table was a picture that to him summed up what modern America should be.

Peter and Chris, along with Victoria and Marin were eating a cordial breakfast. Stiles could see that Ally and Malia did not understand how it could be so polite. In their confusion they had chosen to stick together and just talk to each other. It was a sister-thing Stiles figured but one that was working for them.

Stiles handed Derek a cup of coffee knowing he had an early shift with his Dad. He saw the look on his mate's face and he couldn't help but try to defend himself. "I didn't say a word."

Derek's look said it all. It was unfair just how much his mate could say with just his eyebrows. He didn't get time to pout as Derek dragged him into a kiss. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste. Derek dragged him out of the room whilst distracted. Peter heard the exclamation, "Come on that was entertaining!"

Derek was calm and knew exactly how to play his mate. "As entertaining as a shower with me?"

Stiles was never a stupid Fae and his plans changed. "Well why didn't you say so, oh mate of mine?"

Victoria watched her Alpha's go. "How they survive I never know."

Peter snorted, "Stiles has the power and the bite so to speak to back up his snark."

Marin smirked, "There is a lot of his grandmother in him from what I have seen."

A comment like that could be a compliment or a criticism of his character. Stiles had always chosen to take it as a compliment, others left it as just an observation. It was what it was. The whole pack was certain of one thing about Stiles. It didn't matter who threatened them. If they went against the pack he would be vicious in putting the threat down. It was how Queen Mab and Kind Edward had taught him to react to enemies.

Peter also shrugged it off, he'd never bothered to hide how fond he was of Stiles. "He only plays the clown."

Chris nodded and he knew what his ex-wife was hinting at in her own unsubtle way. "Vicky he can play meek for a while or until he gets bored of the notion. It won't matter either way as we have seen him put down an Alpha pack when they threatened this pack."

She relaxed, hearing what Chris was trying to say. She may be a werewolf now but she was always a hunter. She did not like this pack visit. It smelled of a trap to her and she was glad to see that the Alphas were as suspicious as she was.

In the interest of giving them more information to work from, she told her ex-husband. "You should know that Rosa Calaveras contacted me last night."

Peter started paying attention to the conversation hearing that name. Peter had been Talia's Left Hand so he'd learnt about the dangerous hunting families. There were none so dangerous as that clan. They were as vicious and rabid as a feral wolf in Peter's opinion.

Peter cocked his head to the side considering all the angles in his mind. Stiles may be the enforcer of the pack but he'd been Talia's left hand before the fire. Old habits died hard. "Why?"

Marin looked innocent as she sipped her tea. "I didn't see the point in the hunters finding out about Vicky's change of sides so to speak."

Peter and Chris grinned had what could only be described as feral grins. One could almost say wolfish grins if they were the type to indulge in cliches.

Peter was the one to snicker, liking having an inside force on the hunter council still. "I like it."

Chris shuddered, "So what does the vicious hag want?"

Vicky's face said a lot more than the words she actually spoke. It was yet another thing different since her change, Chris noted. He listened as she gave a measured response.

"She asked about the Hale Alpha and she also asked about Carlos Cortez. In her own words she is unhappy with him."

Peter was a cautious werewolf when it came to hunters. He knew from personal experience that nothing good ever came from a hunter's displeasure. "How displeased?"

"Displeased enough to want him as a rug in her study," was the only response Victoria could give.

Now that was a vivid image that told them everything. Peter said nothing more. He was just glad the breakfast had gone so well.

Ally finally dropped her question in, "Can Malia and I go shopping with Lydia?"

Chris nodded knowing Peter would agree with him. Their daughters had been going stir crazy trying the help train the other betas so they deserved a break.

Derek was glad that the day was over. He had done a shift as Deputy and then training with the pack and he didn't know an Alpha could feel so tired. He relaxed as he headed into his bedroom. It was the sanctuary in the house that only he and Stiles went into. The pack understood that everyone needed their own space - this was Stiles' and Derek's.

Stiles was waiting for him on the bed wearing ... nothing. Derek let his eyes rove over the beauty that was his mate. He could not believe that this powerful Fae wanted his broken ass but he was too selfish to deny his wants. He had agreed with Stiles that they were much better together, hence their mating. He would never forget the way he awoke from Kate trying to shoot him to find Stiles sleeping in his lap. They had been together ever since and he wouldn't change it.

"Hey loverwolf." Stiles greeted him.

Derek didn't even groan at the ridiculous pet name that was how in love he was. He was too busy trying to keep his fangs from dropping at Stiles' naked form on their bed. He was in control of his instincts but there were moments that tested it, like this one.

"You look so good there." Derek said, voice dripping with lust.

Stiles thought it was a great injustice that his mate looked like a Greek God and had the sexy voice to go with it. He was trying to be coy and teasing. And yet, just five words from Derek had him bucking off the bed, groaning his mate's name. He felt Derek's strong hands flitter around his body. He closed his eyes and just let himself feel.

Derek grinned, seeing how responsive Stiles was to his touch. He had not told Stiles but his mate had a tendency to glow when he turned on. He crawled over Stiles' body, watching as Stiles shivered at their closeness. He knew his eyes were Alpha red through lust and he kept his eyes locked with Stiles. He loves watching as a string of emotions flit through Stiles' amber eyes.

Stiles could see the wolf was close in Derek. He didn't mind it as the love making was always extra intense. "Don't tease."

Derek's grin was wolffish, "But I'm your Alpha. I can if I want."

Stiles groaned knowing what night it would be. It was going to be a long frustrating night. It was like he told Scott, submission can be fun.

It would be good practice.

The next morning the whole pack woke up feeling sated. It took them seconds to realise that their Alphas' must have had a good night. It was what usually happened if Stiles forgot to shield his emotions. If a Fae has a good time then their friends and family feel it.

In fact when Stiles went down to the kitchen he saw quite a few of the betas looking too pleased with themselves. Lydia looked like a cat who'd got the cream, whilst Jackson looked smug. He was fortunate enough to be attractive enough to make sug work. The pack must have worked up quite the appetite as most of the mates couples were waiting for breakfast.

Erica looked up from Boyd, "I fucking love you."

Stiles didn't blush or stammer as he was too relaxed to worry. He just said, "Who wants pancakes?"

There were enthusiastic responses from all so he got down to the business of making pancakes. He could have laughed at the way the pack separated into a kids table and the adults around the breakfast bar.

Stiles could tell Peter and Chris had something to say to them. Stiles and Derek would always listen to the beta couple as they had experience over power.

Derek was a coffee man. He could be a good Alpha, Deputy and anything else he needed to be. He just needed to have an Americano first. He inhaled the aroma before sipping his coffee.

"What's the matter Uncle?"

Peter informed him, "Victoria informed us the Calaveras clan is after Carlos Cortez."

Derek sighed as he drank his coffee. He would love to have one month where things were calm.

It wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

Stiles dropped several pancakes onto Derek's plate. He then placed several on Peter's and watched the way Peter shared them with Chris. It was cute and coupley whilst being a common wolfy trait. He'd encouraged all the betas to do it whilst they had the other pack visiting. It spoke of a strong well-balanced pack.

Derek was frowning at him. He couldn't think why. He'd not invited the Calaveras clan. He'd not done anything stupid and risky with his magic.

"I'm too pretty for you to be frowning at me Derek."

That earned him a table full of giggles from the teen betas. Stiles managed to ignore them.

"Eat." Derek couldn't use the Alpha tone on Stiles but he still had his tricks. For one, he used worry and concern over commands. It worked far better.

"I will," Stiles tried to reassure him. "Just let me finish the pancakes for the pups."

Derek got stubborn about it. He knew Stiles would put everyone above himself. It was what he did. Man the Winter Queen had pulled him aside in her last visit and terrified him. She'd explained Stiles would need as much food as he would due to the way his body concerts energy into magic.

"Eat." He repeated, this time holding part of a pancake up. Stiles did blush this time as he ate it off the fork. He was not to be outdone. Stiles took the next bite off the fork with a porn worthy moan.

Derek grumbled about mates with no shame. Stiles smirked as he'd done what Derek asked. He just twisted it for his own amusement. It was kind of his thing.

Scott sounded so much like a scandalised kid with his, "Stiles." That Stiles couldn't help but fall into Derek's lap laughing. Derek himself was smirking which freaked the pack out. They seemed to forget on occasions that their Alpha was a real-boy.

"So what do we do?"

Stiles shrugged, "I will follow Derek's lead. If he wants us to play clueless we can. If he wants to run them off the territory I'm more than happy to organise a hunt."

Lydia was guessing he was not referring to the werewolves. She wondered just how long it would be before the Wild Hunt were back in town.

The pack waited, "They will come but we will be us."

The pack cheered grateful for the fact that they would not put on airs and graces. It was not them and they were pretty awesome just as they were.

Derek chuckled even as Stiles pulled him into a kiss. He didn't regret teaching them the traditions but sometimes there was a need for change. His pack had defeated all kinds of troubles and monsters. Why should they pretend?

If Carlos Cortez was looking for trouble he would rip his throat out.

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