Forever Yours
Part Two
After last night it was obvious that there was this force that pulled Derek to Brooke. Not just him, but also his wolf. There was this uncharacteristic need to be with her. Derek watched Brooke sleep tangled in his sheets. He studied her wondering what made her different. What made his wolf respond so powerfully towards her. He got up and got dressed. He grabbed his keys and left the apartment. He drove around for a while thinking. He found himself in front of Peter's apartment. He didn't want to go in there, but Peter could have some answers. Derek got out the car and entered the building taking the stairs two at a time. Derek barged into Peter's apartment. "I don't understand what's happening," Derek said. He was desperate otherwise he wouldn't have come to Peter for help. Derek didn't trust Peter, but he had no one else to turn to.
Brooke was a anomaly. He's never met anyone like her before. When he was with her it felt like she had control over his wolf. Last night proved it. She wasn't afraid of Derek, and she sure as hell wasn't afraid of the wolf. Her scent and her heart told him as much. She also intentionally drew out the wolf. Derek sensed power when he was with her. He felt powerful. But, that wasn't all he felt. He also felt submissive to her. Not Derek, his wolf. It was almost like the wolf trust Brooke. Derek shook his head. He doesn't trust anyone. He's been told that he should trust, and that his lack of trust is what is stopping him from being a powerful Alpha. But, trust allows you to get hurt. Trust leads to others getting hurt. "Don't bother knocking," Peter said closing the door. Derek shot Peter a glare, not interested in his uncle's sarcasm. "Fine," Peter said with a eye roll. "What don't you understand?"
"Brooke," Derek said getting to the point. He didn't want to be here longer than was needed.
"That's the woman you've been following like a lost puppy?" Peter asked sitting down, crossing his legs.
"Charming," Derek said sitting down opposite Peter. "She's female. No one understands them. They don't even understand each other."
"You're being really helpful," Derek snapped derisively.
"Why don't you tell me what exactly then it's you don't understand?" Peter said resting his arms behind his head, getting comfortable. He might be here for a while.
"Have you ever come across someone that can control a wolf? A human?" Derek asked hesitantly. He felt crazy saying it out loud. It sounded bizarre to him, but it sounded more ridiculous saying it out loud. Maybe he's mad. That's the only explanation he could come up with. Peter studied Derek, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees.
"I take it we're still discussing, Brooke?" Peter said.
"Yes," Derek answered. He got to his feet and walked to a window staring out of it. There was no movement outside. Everyone hiding from the rain. "The second she stepped foot in Beacon Hills there was this scent. It was calling to my wolf. I wasn't sure what it was at first, but when I saw her," Derek shook his head. "No, the wolf saw her and it became submissive."
"What do you mean it became submissive?" Peter asked intrigued. This was something new. Something he hasn't heard before.
"We have an anchor that controls the wolf. But she anchored the wolf."
Peter nodded thinking. He's never come across any of this in Werewolf folklore.
"We had sex with the wolf in control," Derek blurted. That was what bothered him. He's never done that before. He doubts anyone's done it before, especially not with a human. It was too dangerous. The wolf was too unpredictable.
"Okay," Peter said sitting back. "First of all," he said raising his index finger. "That was a tad more than what I wanted to know, and secondly, how did that happen?" Peter asked holding up two fingers. "If I knew I wouldn't be here," Derek said angrily.
"Calm your farm," Peter said holding up both hands. "The only thing that comes to mind is something I read years ago. It's not something that is well documented," Peter said leaning forward again. Derek sat down facing his uncle. "There's this legend about an Alpha that found his mate in a human. You normally have wolf couples getting together and having babies. But this was different. The legend states that his wolf claimed this human as his."
"Was it ever proven?" Derek asked.
"No. That's why they call it a legend, Derek. Sometimes I feel like you don't listen," Peter said with an eye roll. "What if that's not what I want?" Derek asked frowning.
"I don't think you have much of a choice," Peter shrugged. "Your wolf has claimed her."
"What if she leaves? Gets as far away from here as humanly possible?"
"The wolf's claimed her, Derek. If she goes your wolf will either go into fits of rage or fits of despair. Either way it'll make it dangerous, it'll make it weak."
"What does that mean?" Derek asked. He felt like he was repeating himself, but this was all so peculiar. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that his wolf has somehow surpassed his defenses and is controlling him now. "To put it in laymen's terms. Your wolf found its soul mate," Peter said pulling Derek from his thoughts. Derek got up and left. He needed time to think.
Brooke came speeding around the corner breaking about twenty road rules. She slammed on the brakes in front of an apartment building, running onto the curb. She jumped out of the car slamming the door shut and ran to the stairs. She didn't even bother locking the car all she worried about was Derek. She took the stairs two at a time and rounded the corner. She ran down the corridor looking for the right apartment. She found the number she was after and pounded on the door. "Peter!" she called hammering her fist against the door. "Peter!" she yelled hysterically. The door flung open and Peter Hale looked thoroughly annoyed. "What can I do for you Miss Davis?" he asked less than impressed. Brooke didn't give a shit about his feelings. She pushed past him taking a moment to catch her breath.
"They took Derek," she said turning to face him. "Who?" Peter asked closing the door. His voice went from annoyed to concerned in a second. "Who took him, Brooke?" he snapped when Brooke took too long to answer him. "I don't know," she said running her hand through her hair. "They just showed up with guns and crossbows. He told me to run, but I saw him fall and they took him." Peter started pacing. "You need to find him," Peter finally said facing Brooke. Brooke stared at him like he was crazy. Wasn't he paying attention? Derek has been kidnapped and he expects her to find him.
What about the other wolves? What about Peter? "How am I meant to find him?" Brooke asked indulging Peter.
"You're linked to the wolf, Brooke. Use that."
"I don't have a supernatural sense of smell or super hearing."
"Brooke," Peter said shaking his head. Brooke felt like she was in school again and didn't understand the math question.
"You're the only person I know that can control a wolf let alone an Alpha," Peter said walking towards the living room. "We don't tend to make love while in wolf form, because the wolf would rip the other's throat out. Yet, Derek's wolf has no desire to harm you. It's like you control his wolf. That's unheard of." Brooke sat down trying to make sense of the information. She didn't know a lot about werewolves and the supernatural world. But Brooke had to admit that for some reason she's been drawn to Derek, but not just him, the wolf as well. "I don't know how," Brooke said wretchedly.
"Just relax, try to sense him," Peter said helpfully. That didn't make Brooke feel any better. This is so not her area of expertise. Give her a pattern and she'll sow whatever it's you want, but the supernatural world is a new concept. "He's running out of time, Peter," Brooke pressed. "Call the others."
"You're our best bet of getting him," Peter said crossing his arms.
"Okay," Brooke said getting up. "What do I do?"
"Just close your eyes and relax," Peter guided taking out his phone. Brooke heard him type away and prayed that he was getting the others to help.
"Stop doubting yourself," Peter chastised. Brooke rolled her eyes and sat down. She closed her eyes and focused. She had no idea what she was doing, but she needed to trust Peter and trust that he knew what she was doing. She thought of Derek. She thought of the wolf. C'mon, speak to me. Nothing. There was a knock on the door. "Keep focusing," Peter directed walking to the door. "I'm trying," Brooke grunted lying down on the floor.
"What's she doing?" someone asked walking in. By the sound of his voice he sounded young. There were several pairs of footsteps. "She's focusing," Peter said closing the door. "On what exactly," someone else asked. She was female. "On finding Derek," Peter said rolling his eyes. Children, he thought.
"Not to be rude, but she's human," the female again. "I can't concentrate with you all talking," Brooke said sitting up glaring at the group. There were four boys and a girl standing above her. They were all teenagers. They were Derek's pack. Brooke's never met them, but she's heard a lot about them. "I'm human," one of the boys said a bit hurt. "You know what I mean," the girl said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "I'm Brooke," she introduced sticking her hand in the air. One of the boys moved closer taking her hand and pulling her up. "I'm Isaac," he greeted with a smile. Brooke was aware that all four boys were staring at her. She was used to the male species admiring her. She's had it all her life. The difference now was she didn't mind what others thought. She only cared about what Derek thought.
"I'm Scott," the other introduced. "I'm Stiles."
"And I'm Erica and this is Boyd," the girl introduced. Brooke nodded and took a seat crossing her legs.
"So what's happened to Derek?" Scott asked.
"I think Hunter took him," Peter said.
"Seriously," Brooke asked. "A hunter called Hunter. How original."
Erica laughed. "I like you," she said.
"So you're the soul mate?" Stiles asked swaying on heels, his hands in his pockets.
"Guilty," Brooke said not even going to bother asking how he knew that. She had a feeling they all knew. "I overheard Derek talking to himself," Isaac explained.
"Right," Brooke said. "Hey!" Peter called drawing everyone's attention to him.
"You're not focusing," he said looking directly at Brooke. "I can't do it," she snapped. "We should be looking for him," Boyd said. "No offense," he apologized to Brooke. "None taken," Brooke responded hands in the air. "Brooke's our best bet. She sensed Derek by just driving through town and she didn't even know him," Peter said. Brooke stared at him. Why didn't she think of that earlier. Peter was right. Brooke was drawn to Beacon Hills, to Derek.
Brooke closed her eyes again and let her mind wander. That's how it happened in the car. "You seriously think this is going to work?" Stiles whispered. "Shh," Erica hushed. Brooke ignored them just focusing on filling her mind with images of Derek. She thought of her skin burning when he touched her, and the feeling of falling when he kissed her, and the way the wolf looked at her like she was the most beautiful creature on this planet. Brooke thought back to the first time they made love.
Her heart started beating faster and she felt a flutter in her stomach. It was the same feeling she had when she drove into Beacon Hills. It was the same feeling she had when she first saw Derek. Please Derek, Brooke thought desperately. Brooke, Derek's voice rang in her ears. Brooke opened her eyes and got to her feet. Scott opened his mouth to say something, but Brooke stopped him by raising her hand. She left the apartment without a word concentrating on the flutter of her stomach. She was hoping that the feeling she was getting would get stronger the closer she got to Derek. The teens and Peter followed her no one saying a word.
Peter, Erica and Boyd piled into Brooke's car and Stiles, Scott and Isaac got into Stiles's Jeep. They set off just driving. Brooke had no idea where she was going, but continued driving. She just hoped she'd find a destination before she ran out of gas. "This is just wasting time," Boyd said from his seat in the back. He sounded annoyed. Brooke slammed on the brakes and turned around in her seat, glaring at Boyd.
"You'd do well to keep your mouth shut," she barked glaring at Boyd. Boyd and Erica both cowered in the back seat, Brooke's eyes turning menacing.
"That my dear pups is why you don't challenge an Alpha female," Peter said with a snigger. "Any more objections?" Brooke asked after taking a calming breath.
"No," the teens said together.
"Great," Brooke said turning around and taking her foot off the brake. After driving around for another half an hour, Brooke finally came to a stop at an abandoned Warehouse just outside of town. "This is it," she said looking at the building. She was sure of it. She had faith that her gut was right.
"Okay," Peter said opening the door. "You need to go."
"Wait, what?" Brooke asked looking at him.
"Derek will rip us apart if any harm comes to you, Brooke. Go home."
"But," Brooke didn't get to finish because Erica came up to her window.
"We can't safe him and protect you."
"Excuse me," Brooke said appalled. "I don't need protection."
"The last time I checked you're still human," Peter said sticking his head back in the car. Brooke knew it wasn't worth fighting it, and besides they were right. Derek won't forgive any of them, especially Brooke if something happened to her. "Okay, fine," Brooke said putting the car in reverse. "We need the car," Peter said leaning in putting his hand on Brooke's. "Stiles can take you home." Brooke nodded and got out of the car. Scott and Isaac got out of the Jeep and Brooke got in. Without saying anything Stiles pulled out and drove off.
"They'll be fine," Stiles said as they rounded the corner. "I'm not worried about them," Brooke said lost in thought. She was more worried about what it meant being an Alpha female. She won't deny that being with Derek made her feel powerful. She felt safe with him. But she was afraid that Derek didn't feel the same. She was terrified that he'll send her away. "What are you worried about then?" Stiles asked. Brooke turned and studied the teen. He was smart. She could sense it. He reminded her of her best friend, Haley James Scott. Her life in Tree Hill felt like a distant memory, a past life. "Life in general," Brooke said leaning her head against the window. She wasn't about to tell a teenage boy about her deepest and darkest fears.
Brooke woke with a start. It took her a moment to realize what had pulled her from a deep sleep. The fury of knocks on the door had her fully awake. She sat up running her hand through her hair. Brooke glanced at the clock, jumping out of bed. The knocks on the door got louder and more insistent. "I'm coming!" she called, rounding the corner into the foyer. "Please be Derek," she begged, running the last bit to the door, as a loud knock sent the windows on the side rattling with its force. "Derek-" Brooke trailed off as her eyes fell on him. He stood in front of her his grey shirt saturated in blood. "Are you okay?" Brooke asked, taking his hand and pulling him into the apartment. Derek looked ghastly. Brooke took a quick glance outside, closing the door behind them. "Brooke," Derek murmured, his hands caressing her face. Brooke welcomed the warmth his touch brought her. It spread through her body and settled between her legs.
Blood oozed from a cut on his left eyebrow, and his lip. The smell of his blood was nauseating. Brooke placed her hands over his, removing them from her face. She held onto his hands leading him to the bathroom. She turned around to help Derek take off his shirt. Derek moaned the pain worse than he thought. Brooke tried to help him take off the shirt without causing him too much pain. She gasped in horror when they finally got his shirt off. On his stomach were three, profound, cuts – blood gushing from the wounds. Brooke fought the urge to throw up. She walked around looking at his back. "Oh!" she said, clasping her hand over her mouth. Derek's back was swathed in deep, horrific looking, cuts. It looked like a beast with sharp claws, clawed his way around Derek's back, that's probably exactly what it was. Another werewolf did this, Brooke thought. What the hell happened at the Warehouse? Derek turned around, to face Brooke, his face apologetic.
"It's okay," she said gently, bending down taking off his jeans. She led him to the shower and reached for the shower head, once they were in the shower, she turned the tap. Brooke let the water rinse Derek's wounds, as dark red blood surged from the cuts, merging with the water, swirling around their feet. She traced the wounds on his back, gently, with her index finger. Derek flinched a few times, but kept quite. The wounds were already starting to heal. She walked around, the shower head still in her hand, spraying water over his chest. She tenderly, washed his chest, using her hand to wipe away the blood. She stood on tip-toe, placing the shower head back in its place, turning the water off. Not only was she wet, but her sleepwear would never be white again. Derek reached up, taking her hand in his right, bringing it down, and kissing her wrist.
After they got out of the Warehouse Derek wanted to be with Brooke. Peter told him to go home, but he needed to be with Brooke. While tortured, Derek realized that he wanted Brooke as much as his wolf wanted her. His warm lips traced fervent kisses to her shoulder, sending her heart into a frenzy of heartbeats. His left hand caressed her cheek, his mouth reaching her neck. Derek wrapped his arm around Brooke's waist, pulling her closer. Her body felt like it was about to combust. Derek's mouth, finally, found hers and Brooke kissed him greedily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and used her arms as leverage to pull herself up and wrap her legs around his waist. Derek gripped her ass and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down, his hands moving down the side of her body, ripping her dress. His lips traced fervent kisses from her jaw down her neck, and back to her mouth.
No longer gentle, he took her hands in his and pinned it down above her head. He kissed her with a hunger that threatened to swallow him. This time it was Derek in control, not his wolf. Derek wanted Brooke. No he needed Brooke. He was a fool for thinking otherwise. Derek pressed his body against hers, holding her wrists with one hand, using his other hand to cup her breast. A moan escaped her lips, and she tried freeing her hands. Derek held firm, in charge of the situation. Derek's wolf tried taking control, his need for satisfaction driving him towards Brooke. But, Derek refused. He drove the wolf back, demanding it to stay back. He pushed inside her, their bodies becoming one. Brooke moaned, arching her back. Derek let go of her hands using both his hands to caress her breasts.
Brooke grabbed his hips thrusting up, she wanted more. Derek's hands travelled down her sides, resting on her hips. He pressed them down into the bed. "Gentle," he whispered in her ear, as he nibbled her earlobe. He pulled out and slid in slowly, taking his time, teasing her. Although Brooke felt frustrated, she had to admit it was more pleasurable. Derek used one hand to keep her hips down and the other to caress her breast again. He kissed her slowly, making love to her. He felt the urgency, but he also wanted to show her his tender side. Brooke moaned and whispered his name as he gently slid in and out, making Brooke beg for more. He readied himself and emptied his seed in her womb. Brooke groaned loudly gripping his arms, trembling under him as she reached maximum pleasure. Derek kissed her softly rolling onto his side pulling Brooke into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, their legs still intertwined.