Stiles knows the deal. She didn't like it but she couldn't complain about the situation. Her mate is an alpha and she had to leave her pack to be with him. She hasn't been with her pack in the last seven years since leaving for UCLA but this is different. She has the choice to go back to home in Malibu but now…she knows this is a different state. Derek didn't seem much of the type to bow down at her puppy eyes and pouty lip every time she wants to go somewhere. And this is unfamiliar territory.
Stiles hears the stories. Hell, even Laura had to leave the Hale pack when she found out her mate is her older brother, John Jr.
But this…can she really give it up? Her future?
And then it wasn't really as she hoped. Derek…better than she ever dreamed of in the looks department but for personality and how she thought the first encounter with her mate would turn out like the music video to a Taylor Swift love song or Bruno Mars but nope, it was awkward as ever.
He didn't speak much which kind of might be good since she does all the talking which she loves to do but god. And the way he stares no, glares at her. She can't help but squirm. She felt like he was probably disappointed in his mate. That he's paired up with a motor mouth. She can see it now. Rejection on the way.
But then 11:28 pm came when the party finally died down and everyone began to leave. And then Derek walked up to her at the island of the kitchen with a notepad and pen in hand.
Stiles greets Derek with a winning smile.
"You'll be staying in the guestroom," Derek starts. "It is across the hall from my bedroom." Derek lays the paper and pen in front of her. "Scott will be going to get your things from the Stilinsky's. Write what you need and they'll bring it back for you." And then he walks away.
THINGS TO GET! DON'T FORGET!
MY BABY: MY JEEP (JOHN HAS THE KEYS)
CLOTHES
THE WHOLE TOP ROW OF THE BOOKSHELF OF BOOKS
PHOTO ALBUM ON MY DESK
JOHN! (MUST HAVE)
BLUETOOTH SPEAKER
GEMINI (SNEAK HIM OUT WHEN JOHN'S SLEEPING)
QUILT ON MY BED.
WOLF SLIPPERS
SNUGGY
Stiles smiled at her list. She hasn't seen her precious 1989 baby blue jeep in years. It's probably dusting away in the driveway. She's happy that she has some of her things in the back of her rental car.
"Dude, I'm coming with." Stiles said as she ran out the house following Scott and Allison. "I can't just sit here doing nothing."
"Sorry but no can do." Scott shouts over his shoulder. Stiles groans throwing her head back.
"Dude! I don't want you touching my underwear." She said to him. "Allison, can you talk to sense to this guy?" Allison gives her an apologetic smile showing that she can't let her come with them. Stiles knows why. Because of Derek. It was already starting. The controlling alpha of a mate not wanting to leave his territory even though she has lived in the wild for four years of her life.
"Fine! I'll make due with…Isaac. Yep, Isaac." Stiles yells and heads back in the house.
Isaac was patrolling so that left her all alone. Stiles wandered the empty house not finding anyone to entertain her bored needs. She walked barefooted to the kitchen to find nothing to end her hunger and thirst to snack. Only veggies and fruits which is not a must in her mind. Derek is gone, she thought to herself. She knew that he left for some kind of meeting across town with Peter. So Stiles thought that this was the perfect time to sneak out and grocery shop.
4 hours.
She's been gone for four hours. Maybe longer if he came back earlier. Derek thought that maybe she would have come back in one but nope. And then he came to think she was rejecting him. Caught the plane and headed back to the wild not wanting him. His wolf was screaming to find her. Peter assured him that Stiles wouldn't leave him. That even though he is an emotional wall, Stiles loves him and won't leave him after a day of meeting each other.
And then he hears the familiar heartbeat and scent of his mate. His legs ran on its own leading him to the foyer growling at the scene.
His mate with a male. An unclaimed male.
Garrett. A young werewolf, fifteen years old, getting out the car with grocery bags in hand. Smiling at his Stiles. Derek knows that Garret is no threat but his wolf…
"Dude, I have to go see that again. I'll bring Scott next time," Stiles tells Garret not noticing the growling envious mate of hers glaring at the both of them.
"This time don't laugh as loud. You almost got us kicked out," Garret warns her smiling shyly.
"I can't help—"her eyes now found Derek's. "Hey, Alpha Derbear." She smiles at him making his glare soften. "What's wrong with you?"
"Where were you?" he growls. Garret flinched back cowering at the sight of his angry alpha. Stiles didn't take notice.
"The movies." She said in a duh tone.
Derek steps forward getting in front of Stiles. "Your note said the grocery store." He retorts.
Stiles sighs. "Yeah but then Garret was with me. Shopping is so boring so we headed downtown and saw a movie real quick. 22 Jump Street to be exact and dude was it worth it and then we went to the grocery story after. I would of texted you to see if you would like to come but I high doubt that Jonah Hill is on your favorite comedy actor so I backed out. Garret was on board, though. Scott was jealous when I texted him." She rambles.
Garret took cue on his angry alpha and ran back to one of the homes on their territory leaving his Luna to fend for herself. But Stiles didn't mind. She wasn't scared of ole' big alpha here. She's use to being scolded about telling her whereabouts from John Jr. But the way Derek was looking at her made her wolf whine wanting to apologize, to make him feel better not liking him glare at her. And Stiles was so not use to this feeling.
"I'm sorry," she said not really meaning it but meaning it (?). Derek doesn't budge. He clearly doesn't believe her. She could understand that. Stiles sighs. "I will call? Well, I don't have your number but give it to me and I'll make sure to tell you where I am. Hell, put a GPS on my jeep when you have the chance. Ok?" Derek still stares not replying with much words. Stiles groans and walks past he but he caught her by the fore arm. A warm fuzzy feeling buzzed through her arm making her almost weak in the knees.
Stiles waited for him to say something but he doesn't. He only glare which still looks sexy on him. Damn, even the eyebrows are sexy as well. Stiles blushed in response which she hates especially when her wolf was whimpering for her to apologize for being such a sarcastic ass. But her pride would always get in the way of that. So she snatches her arm out of his grasp and kept walking.
"Dude, you cook?" Scott comes through the kitchen. It has almost been twelve hours since they left for her things. It's only a four hour drive to her old home.
"No, I don't but I am cooking for a certain mad mate of mine's," Stiles mutters as she poured her family's secret sauce on top of the noodles. Then topping it off with the polish sausage. "He likes spaghetti, right?" she hoped he did with her horrid attempt to cook. She hasn't cooked anything edible in years.
"He'll love anything his mate cooks," Scott said not helping at all. "What did you do anyway?"
"Nothing but my wolf felt like I have to apologize or else," Stiles said. "Is it wrong that I find his glare so damn hot?" she asked Scott who instantly laughed. "I guess so," she said under her breathe as she made her way out of the kitchen. She walked upstairs and followed the sweet musky fragrance of her mate.
The door was closed and locked. Stiles listened carefully to hear her mate typing away. Stiles let out a nervous breath and finally knocked on the door. She waited hearing a gruff growl coming from the other side. He whipped the door open blocking her way from entering.
"Hi," she said trying to give him her best smile. Derek didn't budge but his eyes looked down to the plate of what appears to be spaghetti. "I hope you are starving for my disgusting attempt to cook but Scott said you would love anything I cook so…love it." She holds the plate out for him. "This is my attempt of saying I'm sorry for being a Stiles today." She meant it too.
Derek finally stepped aside letting Stiles in. He grabs the plate from Stiles and smells it.
His study wasn't big as she thought it would be. There was bookshelves, a nice grand desk at the corner of the room and even a television. There was very few seating. She followed Derek to his desk. She decided to sit on his desk. He growls lightly when she accidently bumps his laptop to the side.
"So Whatcha doing?" she asked trying to break the ice.
"Writing records and planning," he said slowly. Stiles nods.
"When do I get to go out on patrol?" Stiles always thought it would be fun patrolling the area for omegas sneaking into their land. Her first time doing it almost costed her, her life but it was a rush but she never gotten to do it again. But she won't tell Derek that.
And Derek already was against the idea of sending his mate on the field like that. "Never," he said right before she takes a bite of the pasta.
"I don't know if the pasta is overcooked since I don't know how to find out if it's done or not and the sauce might be a bit spicy along with the meatballs." Stiles rambles. Derek doesn't care though, he takes another bite then another and another. Stiles smiles. "So do you forgive me now or resent me for food poisoning you with my poor attempt?"
Derek pauses on the eating. "It's good." And then continues.
"Thank you," she said. Stiles glanced at his laptop. "What are you planning?"
"The ceremony," he replied through a full mouth. "It's next Sunday."
That's quick, Stiles thought. She thought she should at least know her mate a bit more before accepting him for life at the ceremony.
"Cool, so is it like a wedding? You know, cake, guests, DJ?" She asked him as she opened his laptop. It revealed a long list of names. She hoped that his was not the guest list.
"Almost." He replies.
"I like chocolate cake. Whipped buttercream frosting." Stiles said out loud not meaning to. Derek finished his plate and set it next to her. His green eyes watched her intently waiting for more. "I love curly fries but I doubt that would be acceptable for a ceremony. Music? Um, I love everything besides metal rock and country. I love The Naked and Famous and Foster the People. What do you like?" Stiles waited.
"Chocolate," he said.
At least we're getting somewhere, Stiles thought as she dangled her feet.
"Cool," she nods. "Can we invite my friends? Danny is human but he knows about us since he's Jackson's BFF." She smirked when Derek growled at the male name that left her lips. "Dude, don't worry. He's gay and taken. Claimed, actually by my cool friend Ethan." Derek calmed down. "I wonder how that would work with the mating though. Ethan cut me off when I asked him about it."
"We can invite them," Derek said taking the laptop from her and typing on it.
"And maybe Aiden. Put asterisk on his name, he's Ethan's twin." She said. "Maybe Matt Dahler?"
"Why only guys?"
"I can't help who I bring into the Stile's dead pool," she slapped him playfully on the arm earning her what sounded like a purr from Derek. She bit her lip hiding her smile of even thinking that Derek purrs. But lions do purr but do big bad alpha wolves? "I don't attract girls. I come out as…weird to them." She explains but not completely.
Derek doesn't respond. Shocker.
"Would you like to go to the movies sometime?" she asked him randomly. Derek quirked an eyebrow in response. She chuckled. "Well, um, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes is coming out next week and I've been dying to go see that."
"No," was all Derek said. Stiles nods understanding he probably wouldn't want to see a movie about apes taking over the world and whatnot.
Stiles thought that this was a bust. At least they are getting somewhere over the ceremony. She was just about to hop off of his desk until Derek rose to his feet. He stood over her watching her with intensity. Stiles couldn't help but blush in reaction to his intense stare. And she blushed even harder when she felt his callous hands brush over her cheek. Stiles had this wild of thought that maybe Derek is going to kiss her for cooking for him. Or just kiss her because he wanted to.
But he doesn't. Well…not on the lips anyways. He pecks her a quick kiss on the forehead before stepping back and leaving her there stunned. "Thank you," he said lowly.
