Wow, I was expecting maybe a review telling me to go away but I didn't expect so many favorites/followers. I felt obligated to update this and I kind of fell in love with the ideas in my mind so…Hope you enjoy? I really do. This is my first actually intentional chapter story so I have no idea if I'm doing this right. But I still only own my OC's and computer on which I type them out.

Derek's an Alpha of his pack which consist of Jackson, Scott, Erica, Boyd, and Issac. Human wise would be Allison and Lydia. I feel like Allison and Scott would have a banging friendship if Scott was gay and in love with Issac so explanation done. Also I don't ship anyone on the show as hard I ship Jydia and Berica. (Except everyone…honestly puppy piles everywhere they're all polyamorous.)

When Stiles left Beacon Hills he had no intention of finding a boyfriend or girlfriend after everything that had happened with Derek and the pack. He felt it would be safer to worry about work and not about not being alone. He didn't want to be alone but it didn't bother him as much as it used to. He had more money, a higher end job, a huge loft and a vacation house(his home back in Beacon Hills which he couldn't let go of). There was a Starbucks just between his work and his home that he stopped at every morning and several times after for some much needed coffee. A barista who worked there had slowly worked his way into Stiles' heart. He had blond hair and great blue eyes with the most gorgeous smile Stiles has ever seen. It started with simple 'good morning's and went to flirtatious winking faces on his cup with 'Brett' written above a number to a few flirty conversations. Yet no matter how attractive Brett was or how willing Stiles was he never called the barista. Somehow though, his life was a magnet for the supernatural when he was attacked on his way home from a late night at work by the freakiest looking creature he had ever seen. The fight didn't last long when a roar sent the creature running. Stiles looked up and saw red-eyes. His heart skipped as he thought of his lost love and pack.

"Please don't be scared." Stiles recognized that voice anywhere. Brett the barista was a werewolf. Stiles was a werewolf magnet. Stiles smiled lightly and nodded.

"My last boyfriend was an Alpha too…I'm not scared of you." Brett took him to the werewolves house which was much bigger than any barista's house he's ever seen. At the time he had wondered if it was a huge pack or they all had high end jobs aside from their Alpha. Brett tended to Stiles' wounds and Stiles finally gave into the flirting and called Brett the next day after work. Two weeks into casually dating Brett introduced Stiles to his pack. Aleysha was his second, she was tall and beautiful, long brown hair falling over shoulders. Her brown eyes flashed yellow at the scent of him and she became his best friend.

Dominic and Andre were buff men, each threatening in their own way. Dominic was Hispanic with green eyes and brown spiked hair. Andre was half African-American, half Some-other-white-race(as he so perfectly described it) with blue eyes and a buzz-cut. Telisa and Jefferson were the youngest of the pack and filled with so much energy it was ridiculous. Telisa had wild blond hair and beautiful green eyes with plump pink lips Stiles only saw frown once. Jefferson had curly short brown hair and brown eyes that lit up at the sight of Stiles. Karen and David were the two newest to the team. David had fiery red hair and blue eyes that darted in panic but fell to bright. Karen had black hair with hazel eyes.

Five years after the attack they were married. Stiles had a husband and a pack. The Alpha, one who spoke of mating as though it were a code never to be broken, sacred almost and Stiles, who Brett claimed was more than his mate, honeymooned in Paris, London and Tokyo. Stiles' eyes never dulled and his smile never faded. They would walk hand in hand, be cutesy in public and freaks behind closed doors of their hotel rooms. Brett would watch amused and smile as Stiles rambled on, not forcing his lover to ever get to the point, simply enjoying the sound of Stiles heartbeat and voice. Stiles would blush and ramble on when he saw the admiration in Brett's eyes, one he's never gotten before, that made his heart beat heavily in his chest, even now. They got their rings charmed so that when one of them was in pain and the other couldn't heal them or take away their pain, gripping the golden bands and concentrating helped. They never used them.

They had many battles during their years in New York together and Brett was almost the perfect Alpha. He had connections in many places due to his family and emissary Jordan. A lovely female with brown eyes and brown hair but a smile or scowl that would give you what she wants you to feel. When another pack was in town Brett confessed werewolves weren't so territorial as they were possessive. They were territorial when it came to pack but land was only if pack or home was being threatened. His Alpha form was so gorgeous. He had a beautiful gray coat with a white underside and paws, his eyes a brightly burning red. Stiles was never afraid to show how much he cared for the wolf by running fingers through the smooth fur. He would bury his face in the fur and cry when he feared for his lovers life. The wolf would simply nuzzle him back and reassure him everything was okay.

It wasn't until one night a few years into their marriage did his world take another rough hit. Hit after hit of facing death was nothing because come a day or a few days later and the two were perfectly happy in each other's arms again. He was asleep in his lovers arm when his phone went off. He grumbled at the ring tone and hit it repeatedly before tumbling to answer it. Brett smiled at his husband and tilted his head amused.

"M'ello?" He mumbled, yawning and burying his head in his boyfriend's chest as he kicked his feet, nudging Jefferson, who grunted and bared his teeth causing Brett to chuckle and Stiles to roll his eyes but smile fondly at the sleeping wolf.

"Stiles?" Stiles furrowed his brows trying to place the voice, it was familiar yet so foreign. "Is uh…Stiles there?" He blinked before it hit him.

"Scott?" He muttered, sensing Brett tense under him, he responded by running his fingers lightly over the man's tan skin, tracing the abs on his stomach. "Hey, what's up?"

"It's uh…we…Issac's sick." Stiles sat up and it was his boyfriends turn to try and calm him. Jefferson shot awake, looking towards his Alpha and his Alpha's mate. Panic was clear on Stiles face of the news of Issac's sickness.

"What-what happened?"

"We don't know. We were…we got attacked by some hunters and he's not…he's not healing. He's not getting better. Lydia is…she's trying her best but she can't…Deaton says he needs a spark if he is going to live." He rubbed a hand over his face and Jefferson whined, nudging Stiles ankle with his fingers, hoping to get his 'mom's' attention. Stiles looked to him and Jefferson nodded. Stiles licked his bottom lip and sighed.

"I…uh…I have a family Scott. I'd have to bring them with me." Because they weren't just Stiles' pack, he never even referred to them as pack, in fact, when another group of werewolves asked for the Alpha of his pack he had been confused and said what pack. They thought he was messing with them until Aleysha laughed and explained they weren't as much a pack as they were family. They were Stiles' family now. They were the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"You're house hasn't even been touched, they can stay there. Please…" Scott's voice cracked. "I can't lose Issac too." Stiles nodded understanding as he threaded his hand with Brett's. After losing his mother, his father and then the pack Stiles didn't know what he'd do if he lost his family here. Brett kissed his lovers knuckles, calming the younger man slightly.

"Yeah, we'll head out first thing in the morning. Just uh…I'll meet you at…I'll meet you at your moms."

"Thank you." Stiles nodded and hung up with a bye, placing the phone back on the nightstand. Brett immediately pulled Stiles to his chest, nuzzling his hair while the shorter boys face was pressed against his chest.

"This is why I love you." Stiles smiled and nuzzled his boyfriends chest, who chuckled. "I'm serious, you do everything for our beta's. You're so selfless and brave, you're perfect."

"Far from it, now, start packing, we need to get them." Stiles pulled away and kicked at Jefferson again who whined but got up to go get the rest of the beta packed and ready. Brett smiled at him and laid down. Stiles leaned over and kissed his lips. "Don't you wanna see where I grew up?" Brett smirked into the kiss and nodded. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as stiles slipped from the bed. Lightly slapping his husbands ass the Alpha got out of bed to join the brunette for a shower.

AN: I'm a sucker for a cute romance and I wanted Stiles and Brett to be a cutesy couple. Brett's pack is actually based off of some people I know where I live. There may be some out of character moments, I haven't really perfected the characters yet and I wanted to mature each of them at least a tad and some situations they come across any sane person would act a bit out of character. Seriously, constructive criticism is more than appreciated. Any questions too, I'm a friendly person…usually.

Finally thanks to my reviewers (Nina and Guest), seriously I had such low expectations for this story but if I keep getting such good feedback and continue to burst with where I want to see this story goes, who knows?