Peter had accepted the folder off Stiles and quietly read through the threat profile. It figured it would be that bastard; Alpha Verone had a reputation as a nasty bastard that was just the wrong side of sadistic. Peter had no doubt Carter Verone would find Brian sexy and that if he caught up to Brian he would want to break his will.

It meant that he would be extra vigilant, and he couldn't help but pull Brian closer to him. His nose nuzzled at Brian's throat scenting him where his scent was strongest. Today he didn't smell of blood, which was definitely a step in the right direction. Brian was responding to the attention, his own head dropped to nuzzle Peter. It was just too damn cute.

"You seem better today?" Peter spoke gently wondering if today he would get to hear more of his mate's beautiful voice.

Brian wanted to see his mate; he could feel the pull of the partial bond. He remembered the pain and the pleading voice begging him to let him claim Brian. He forced his eyes open and he was oh so glad that he did. "Wow I hit the jackpot."

He wasn't sure where the confidence came from but after all the shit in Miami he was starting to feel like his old self - like before he had the bright idea to go into law enforcement. He felt his mate snort, "You really did."

Brian burrowed closer, seeking the warmth and sense of pack. It had been so long since he had been part of a stable pack. He couldn't quite believe that this was all real. He hoped it was because there was nothing better than pack - A real pack.

Peter decided to be playful; he carefully rolled them so that Brian was under him. "So I know nearly nothing about my mate except he is tough and needs protecting." Peter said with just the right amount of sass and humour for Brian to know that he was joking.

Brian rolls his eyes at the snark, and if nothing else he had just learnt that while his mate was a natural charmer – he was also very cheesy. "Well I have a sexy teasing mate. I like long walks, moonlight ..."

Peter laughed softly as he bent to place a chaste peck on his lips. Brian surged into the kiss and then pulled back with a hiss and a grumble as the pain in his ribs flared. He really should remember to walk before he could run. He felt the coolness around his ribs as the pain dragged out of them and he opened his eyes, "Thanks."

Peter shrugged, he felt a little bad that his mate had hurt himself. "I will always do my best to take the pain away."

Brian felt his eyelids closing again, as he fought his body's natural mechanism for healing. He wanted to have a full conversation with Peter or even to enjoy more than just a peck on the cheek. "Go to sleep beautiful. I'll be here."

Brian didn't want to get used to the idea of safety and hope. He'd spent too long on the run without any of these things. He couldn't help his murmured, "Mine."

He missed Peter's blue eyes flash blue at the proclamation; or the fierce, "Mine," said in return.

It seemed that Beacon Hills was carrying its tradition of having fierce, protective mates.

In Miami there was a very different reunion going down. There was one Alpha, and one only that returned from the hunting party that Alpha Carter Verone had sent out to hunt down his would-be-mate. It didn't bother him that Brian was reluctant right now. It was not like once he'd claimed Brian he would continue to be so defiant - the bond would see to that; Carter knew this. The sad thing was that he was so far gone that he never saw any issue with his line of reasoning.

"You're telling me a beta got the better of four Alphas?" Carter didn't even bother to his growl.

"No, your little bitch ran to Hale land and they went berserk!" The defiant response surprised him,

"The Hales?" Carter asked with an amused interest, and it was interesting. After all they were considered to be dead, from a fire/

The Alpha was big on brawn, but less so on brains so happily spilled everything he knew. "Yes it seems your 'beloved' has a mate. The beta went mad, but he was backed up by the Alpha pair."

Carter was curious because from all accounts the Hales had been destroyed by a fire. There was no official story but most figured that a rogue hunter had gone after them. "An Alpha pair you say?"

He was allowed to be intrigued after all it was rare for two alphas to mate. There was no denying that both mates gained power but very few could handle their personalities. The wounded Alpha carried on, "Yes he is young, I heard the name Derek. The trouble is the Alpha's mate is a mage."

Carter thought about that one, as that was definitely going to cause a few issues. He would collect his recalcitrant wolf. He didn't care what anyone, or the fates said, Brian O'Conner would be his. He would have to bide his time and wait for the perfect distraction, and if it came to the worst case.

Well then he was more than capable of creating a distraction himself.

On the Hale land, the betas had returned from their run, and were ecstatic to see the huge pile of food waiting for them in the large pack living room. Stile came out only when he senses Derek entering the house, as Derek preferred a Gatorade and a bowl of fruit. Erica grabbed two brownies knowing how quickly the fresh brownies would disappear. She had a flash of a smile, "Thanks Mom!"

Stiles pouted, "I'm just lucky you didn't ruin my girlish figure."

Derek, despite being his life mate, was no help as he always found it really funny when the pack called him mom. Stiles would pout and rant about gender stereotypes and then go and do something like make sure that homework was done, or that Erica had everything she needed or something that one might consider mom-like and he would crack up. Occasionally when he knew his mate could take the teasing he would join in; he loved that the pack was stable enough to be able to have these light hearted moments.

Derek asks gently, "How is the new pup?"

Stiles smiles softly but let their personal bond let him transmit some concern, "He is healing under Peter's possessive and assured eye."

Well no one could disagree with that statement, "When can we meet him?"

They all smiled at hearing Peter's response meaning his door must be open, "When he is healed and your delinquent asses can't harm him."

Stiles hated the way Isaac and Scott's faces crumbled. Grown pups should not be able to pull off that look and be convincing. He should be stronger - he'd been pack mom as much as he resisted the title since he mated Derek after the pool incident, and yet every now and again cute-puppy-dog-adorable eyes caught him unawares.

Not many could say that they were married, with kids and also keeping up a 3.8 GPA - if he could keep it up over his final year then it would be a miracle.

Peter was so fucking glad that Brian was healing. His wolf was going crazy with need to complete the half formed bond between them. However any wolf that entered their room would be able to smell that he was not the only one going crazy. Arousal was a scent so heavy in the air that neither thought that airing the room would do any good. Then again, it was not like they wanted to get rid of the scent - it was them; not Brian or Peter but them combined and it was fucking awesome.

Brian woke up feeling healed for lack of a better word. He could move his limbs without any pain; he could wriggle under his mate, who had pinned him by resting on top of him in the night. He took the few moments he got as Peter awoke to take in his fill of his mate. Peter was all man and it showed, Brian shivered just imagining them finally bonding. He wanted it so badly; the idea of belonging was a heady thing for a lone wolf like him.

Peter chuckled at his squirming mate. He could sense his arousal and he growled in his throat. It was the warning given as if to say, "Don't tease. You won't know if you have bitten off more than you can chew!"

Brian arched up into Peter, grinding against his mate. He was so glad that they had no barriers between them so they were touching skin to skin. He whimpered when their erect cocks grinded against each other. "Need to touch."

Peter gasped as Brian finally put his hands on his chest. It was like electric shocks zinging across his body, and when Brian's hands circled his erect nipples he groaned; unable to resist any longer he surged forward claiming Brian's mouth. It was a brutal, dominating kiss that satisfied both wolves. It didn't mean that his mate was passive, oh no, in fact Brian's tongue cleverly swept into his mouth causing Peter to pull back, and groan loudly as he tried to keep himself in control. He needed more control if he was going to wait to come inside his mate, and that was what he wanted right now more than anything; both him and the wolf needed to mark Brian inside and out as his.

Brian was more than okay with that plan in fact part of him ached to be claimed. He would have normally resisted anyone like Carter who put their possessive hands on him, but not Peter. Peter's hands never repulsed him; in fact he was leaning in, almost melting into Peter's touches. He was caressing and mapping Peter's body in turn. His hands were moving over his mate's hips desperately encouraging him to go faster. Brian couldn't think; it was like he was over heated and nothing would cool him down. The only thing that calmed him was Peter's touch.

Peter loved how responsive Brian was under his touch. He needed to lick, bite and taste all of Brian. He nudged at his neck, and Brian offered the claiming bite up for Peter to play with. When his teeth grazed the bite Brian whimpered, and arched up against him. He loved the sound so much that he kept doing it thrusting against Brian all the while nipping at the claiming bite.

Brian was going crazy as Peter toyed with his bite, but he knew what he wanted. He started to nuzzle Peter's chin, breathing in the scent but he wanted to get closer to his neck. It was his turn to lay a bite; this was a mating and a true one which meant that both mates must claim each other.

Peter whined high at the thought of his mate biting him back. After the last few years and all the craziness, Peter couldn't believe that anyone wanted to mate with him. He wasn't too sure that he deserved happiness but he was still just selfish enough to seize it, He gasped as Brian bit into his pulse point, the magic of the bond was tangible and thick in the air. Peter felt the bond snap fully into place - it was magnificent. He could feel Brian in his mind, and at the moment, all his mate could think about was sex - great minds think alike. "Need to be in you."

Brian whimpered at that, as that was exactly what he needed. He wanted nothing more than to sink down on Peter and ride him until both of their eyes rolled back into their heads. Sadly the Alphas' damage was such that that plan would have to be put down as a future aim. He did groan though as he felt Peter's fingers start to boldly stretch him. It was perfect but at the same time not enough. His wolf wanted to feel claimed, and he wanted to be fucked. "More."

Peter chuckled at his mate, who while on the bottom was definitely not the shy or retiring type. He growled when Brian, full dirty smirk on his face squeezed his inner muscles around his three fingers. He paused, his hands deep inside Brian, teasingly stroking his prostate. "You take me so well."

Brian growled in frustration, and he could feel his mate's amusement, "I can take something else a whole lot better."

"Sweet talker," however Peter was teasing himself too, so his finger withdrew as he lined up his rock hard straining erection with Brian's ass.

Brian keened as felt Peter enter him in one smooth thrust. He was being opened up for his mate, and he needed more. He wanted to thrust back, fuck himself on his mate's cock, taking his pleasure. He wanted so many things and all at once. For now though, he had little choice but to follow his mate's direction. Peter had his hips gripped tightly as he rocked into him and Brian could nothing more than accept the pleasure. His body arched up, and fell back on the bed. His claws were tearing up the bedspread, but none of that mattered right now. All Brian could focus on was how connected he and his mate were, and how badly he needed to climax.

Peter was whispering in his ear, "Look at you. You are letting me in so easy."

"Always will," Brian panted, and he knew it to be true, "Want you to fuck me!"

Peter snapped his hips back and Brian shouted his joy - this is what he wanted. The intimacy and connection was all that he hoped for. His wolf wanted to howl, so he did, but now it was from joy and not revenge. "Gonna knot you make you mine."

Brian's head thrashed back and forth as his eyes flashed electric blue. He pushed back, thrusting back onto the knot which was teasingly catching on his rim. It was sending shocks through his system but what he really wanted was it in him. He flipped them in a feat of athleticism that he would probably regret when the mating frenzy was over. Hovering over his mate, who was frozen, Brian slowly sank down pushing himself onto the knot. He whimpered as the knot caught and was finally in him. He had never been this full, and Peter was the only who could do this to him. The only time a wolf would knot was with their mate. Brian whined as the knot locked their bodies together. He kept riding Peter nice and slowly wanting to torture his mate a little.

Peter was not content to just lie there on the bed, he thrust up in tiny aborted movements loving the way Brian was unable to escape, or keep up a steady pace. He was just too far gone to have that coordination, and it was Peter's fault - and that was a heady thing. He was not going to be able to hold himself back much longer, but then again neither was Brian.

Brian whined, "Do it. Come!"

Peter was powerless to resist his mate's demand and came, howling as the bond created a feedback loop of pleasure. His wolf was practically purring in satisfaction as their combined essence permeated the room - creating a smell and scent that was not one, nor the other, but rather of them.

Of course, Peter knew that meant that very soon he would have to introduce his mate to the pack. He was not very worried about his mate's safety but rather his propensity to cause mischief.