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There was literally almost no hope.

He sighed and beat his head against the wood of the desk in the library where he currently sat. He knew he was probably drawing more than enough attention to himself but his whole life had been a series of him spazzing out in public with short rest breaks in between- he was used to it. He nibbled his bottom lips and raised brown eyes to the screen to double check- and yep, his life was still going down the drain.

The screen in front of him was the history of all his financial aid for the years of college he had been going through. And it currently read that he was about 8,000 dollars short of tuition coverage for next year.

He rubbed his temples and let his mind wander about how to fix his situation. He had worked hard in high school, graduated top of his freakin' class- well, nobody graduated higher than Lydia. Smart bitch. He had filled out numerous scholarships, enough that he wouldn't have to worry about being a burden on his father. Especially since he needed medication now and-no, he wasn't going to think about that. He couldn't.

Now here he was, on the verge of entering senior year, so fucking close to getting his degree in Criminology. Unfortunately, his scholarships had run out and there was no room for a loan- and they needed the money to pay for his father's meds. The medicine was a good 2,000 itself along with all the hospital treatments and shit he was starting to cry.

He took the long sleeve of his shirt and rubbed it against his eyes, irritating the skin but getting rid of the ocean that was threatening to burst from his eyes. He adjusted the beanie on his head and pushed up his glasses- damn things kept sliding down. For a moment he thought about getting another job, but Lydia already complained that he was working himself to death with the three he had. His summer had become a flurry of coffee-making, pet-sitting and message delivering through the streets of New York. He hardly got 6 hours of sleep on a good day. He knew logically getting another job would literally kill him, but he didn't have any other choice.

His phone vibrated next to him, buzzing across the table with an annoying sound like it was mocking his existence, which, hell, it probably was. He didn't blame it. It must be so easy being a phone.

He picked it up and looked at the name that flashed across the screen and of course, she would know exactly when to call. It was a good thing though, he needed someone to distract him.

"Guten tag."

"First of all don't ever answer the phone like that again."

Stiles huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Did you call for a specific reason? I'm busy plotting out a way to kill myself."

"Stiles."

"Lydia?"

"You're coming over in 10 minutes."

"And if I don't feel like it?"

"We both know you can't refuse me."

Stiles sighed. "Lydia, please. I'm just not really up for it- I have to figure something out with school and I have to call my dad to make sure he's okay and I have to apply for another job an-"

"You're coming over."

"Lydia."

"10 minutes." She hung up with that. Stiles took the phone from his ear and stared at it like it was personally offended his mother. Damn asshole technology. He took one last look at the screen and logged out, grabbing his messenger bag from beside the desk and pushing up his glasses once more and pushing all his problems to the back of his mind.

Something would have to work out.

xOx

He showed up to Lydia's apartment with a slight sheen of sweat on his body- it was hot as hell today and the long sleeve shirt he wore didn't really do anything to help that particular situation. He squirmed a little, he thought his balls were sweating. Ugh, gross.

After a few knocks on the door it quickly swung open, revealing the red haired goddess he called a best friend. Of course, even in the heat she looked ridiculously perfect, hair pulled into primp, loose curls. Lip gloss perfectly applied, eyeliner and mascara applied with the perfection only a theoretical physicist would have. She wore a short white skirt with an oversized long sleeved denim button-down that was rolled to her elbows, the hanging ends tied in a knot around her front, effectively showing a slice of skin below her belly button. She looked like she was ready to fuck up someone's life and leave it in ashes. And since it was already 3 o'clock, she had probably done so multiple times by now.

"You're late." Was all she had to say.

Stiles narrowed his eyes and looked at his watch. "By like, three minutes."

"Yeah." She said, eyeing him like he was stupid. "You're late."

She left him at the door as she walked back into her expertly decorated apartment. Stiles let himself in with another eye roll, locking the door behind him. He walked in and threw his stuff on her couch and plopped along it's cushioned perfection.

"God, Lydia, you're literally like perfect. Even down to the furniture. You're like a wizard or something, or a druid. You are one with the furniture. You command it. You speak to it. All hail Lydia, the mighty sorceress of home décor and all things beautiful and perfect. She is-"

"Stop talking." She said from the kitchen, and Stiles shut up, allowing himself to relax before he entered dangerous territory again. He could smell something sweet and thick coming from the kitchen and sure enough within a few minutes Lydia walked into the living room with a plate of what had to be the most sinful brownies Stiles had ever laid eyes on. He slinked up almost immediately and reached out to grab one but his arm was batted away by a perfectly manicured hand.

"They're still hot dumbass, you'll burn yourself."

"Worth it." Stile said even as he laid back, a pout on his lips. He watched as Lydia went to the other side of the couch he was sprawled on and sat down, getting the remote off the coffee table and flicking on the television.

"We're gonna watch some horrible movies and then we'll talk, okay?"

Stiles let out a grunt and nodded into the pillow that was pressed against his face. He was thankful for small comforts like the softness of the couch, but unyieldingly grateful for the great comfort that was Lydia Martin. She always knew how to make him feel better when he was down, which admittedly was like all the time, but hey, the girl knew her stuff.

He curled into the couch and let his feet rest on Lydia's leg where she absently rubbed soothing circles into his ankles, letting his worries drift away for a while.

xOx

Stiles was definitely close to sleep when the television flicked off and Lydia stood up, plopping his feet back down ungraciously. He almost reached for another brownie but remembered that he had inhaled the majority of them while wasting his life lying on a couch.

God everything was going downhill.

"Stiles, get up, we're gonna talk, and then we're gonna figure out how to fix all of it. C'mon, up." She pinched the skin on his leg and he made a groan of protest before he shot up, still clutching the pillow.

"There's really nothing to talk about Lyds," Stiles said, watching as she came to sit next to him, gorgeous green eyes piercing into his soul. Even if he wanted to lie he couldn't really evade it, he was terribly at it, and Lydia was almost impossible to lie to.

"There's just no more money."

"For what? School?" She asked.

"For anything. Much less school. You know what I had for lunch today? A slice of bread. A slice of bread. I don't get paid for another week! And even with that I have to pay rent and all that other crap and there is going to be literally no money after that. Then there's my dad's medical bills for all the treatments and everything- fuck, the house could get foreclosed! I didn't even think about that. I mean he's working but not the same amount as before and shit my dad's gonna be homeless if I don't find out what to do, but I don't know what to do. Unless I can come up with like ten grand in less than a fucking month, I-I-"

He was fully aware that not only was he crying but he was being overly dramatic and emotional but he was totally in the right for it. His entire life was crumbling before his eyes and there was really no solution to it.

"Shh," He heard a soft voice next to him say, a hand coming up to push through his hair. Lydia pulled him into her embrace, letting his head rest in the crook of her neck as she tried to comfort him.

"We'll figure something out." She said with a confidence that he could never have.

"I just want my dad to be okay," he sobbed out. "I can't-I can't lose him Lyds, I just don't know what I'll do if he-"

"Everyone in that damn city knows that your father will refuse death to the end of time to make sure his son is alright."

Stiles smiled at that, because it was completely true. His dad worried more about him than he did taking care of himself.

"We'll look in the classifieds, ok? We might be a good ways off from ten grand but we have to start somewhere."

Stiles knew she was just trying to make him feel better. Stiles knew that she was smarter than to believe that he could make ten grand in two months. But she was trying- and that was a huge relief.

He nodded and let a soft silence fall between them as she rubbed his head and he settled into her warmth.

"Maybe we should get you a sugar daddy," Lydia said. "Not only would that cure you of your sex drought but it'd take care of that money thing too."

Stiles laughed. "God, Danny ruined me."

"How so?"

"He was so good Lydia. It might have been like two years ago, but I can't even describe. He introduced me to like 27 body parts I wasn't even aware of. He could fuck like an animal. Fucked me six ways from Sunday. North, south-east, north-west, and I think he modified the compass rose to add in a few new directions. Sex with him was almost better than coffee and you know how much of a statement that is for me."

"Well he was a were, Stiles. And so was your boyfriend before that. And that crush-sex-buddy-thing you had before that."

Stiles scoffed. "Sue me, I have a thing for were's. Humans just don't do it for me anymore. Things that go bump in the night are far more superior at the carnal arts than humans are."

Lydia laughed.

"Wasn't Matt a were?"

"Matt was an ass."

"You still love him though, don't you?"

Lydia stopped combing through Stiles' hair for a few moments before resuming again. "Yeah, I think so." She said in a soft voice. Stiles smiled and reached out to hold her hand.

"We'll figure something out." He said, trying to find a confidence to put into his voice. He must not have done a very good job because she laughed. Stiles turned his head to look out one of the windows that overlooked the city. It was getting dark out, the sparkling light's of New York beginning to stand out against the night sky. He didn't really feel like going to his crappy apartment and getting into his crappy bed and have crappy sleep. He needed another body next to his tonight, a warmth to turn into- something he craved almost all the time but never had.

"You can sleep here tonight." Lydia said, noticing his thoughts. Stiles turned and smiled at her- he already had some clothes here from when he haphazardly crashed at her place.

"Thanks, Lyds."

"No thanks necessary- that's what best friends are for. Now go shower, you still smell like sweat and brownies."

"And that doesn't turn you on?" Stiles smiled as he walked to her bathroom.

"I'll call Danny and ask if it should."

xOx

"Thanks for coming guys," Derek rubbed his face and clenched his jaw a few times, trying to release some of the pressure that was building up. The board meeting with the other Alpha's hadn't gone too horribly, actually pretty well, but they still pointed out every flaw they could find and he was starting to believe they were making up things to fault him for just to spite him.

But he couldn't get the seed that Peter had planted out of his head. Peter was right, there really was no drawback to having a pack bitch; everyone would be satisfied, there would be pups, the pack would get bigger and stronger. Not to mention Derek would finally have a mate- something he had gone too long without.

Some Alpha's might be wary about their mate also being pack bitch but if he was being honest with himself, sharing only turned him on even more. Maybe he was a broken Alpha. He just needed someone that would be there for him, unconditionally, love him and care about him. Someone he could be vulnerable to. But a nice ass to fuck and get pregnant wasn't a bad thing either.

So, as a result of his thinking, he had called a pack meeting requesting only the male wolves. His eyes flicked to Isaac for a moment before going to the rest of the group.

"I know you guys have things you would rather be doing but there's something we need to talk about," he said as he stood in front of his pack. They were scattered about the couch and loveseat next to him, Scott to his left, Boyd and Isaac cuddling on the loveseat, Jackson and Peter sprawled out on the couch in front of him. If he wasn't a werewolf he would've been freaked out, but they were social creatures and cuddle time was never rejected.

"Peter brought it to my attention earlier," Derek said, trying to place some of the blame on his uncle just in case everything went to hell. "That our pack could do with a bit of strengthening."

"But we spar all the time." Isaac said from where he was curled up into Boyd's body, head resting under the large man's chin.

"Not physically, Isaac. I mean the pack bond, the stuff that ties us together."

"We aren't close enough?" Boyd asked.

"We are but it's never a bad thing to be closer, it'll just help pack relations."

"Does this have anything to do with the Alpha's?" Scott asked. Derek rolled his eyes at Scott's observation. The boy was usually annoyingly naïve, but he had moments where his sharp wit came out of nowhere.

"Yes, that too. Look- the Alpha's have been making it hard on Haltech to do anything big, they've been circling us like vultures for as long as I can remember. Peter brought it to my attention that one of the best ways to get them off my back was to gain an heir, make the pack bigger, and strengthen pack bonds."

"So you're gonna get a girlfriend, have some babies and let us all cuddle them?" Jackson asked as he slid his feet up and down Peter's thigh in a caressing manner.

"Not so straightforward, sweetheart." Peter piped in.

"So what is it?" Jackson asked.

Derek sighed. He really wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole right about now. But life gave no such mercies- he couldn't back out when he had already brought it up to his betas.

"We could get a pack bitch."

"Nice!" Jackson said quickly. There was a slight second of relief for a moment at Jackson's response. So three out of six wasn't too shabby but he promised himself that he wouldn't do it unless everyone made a unanimous decision.

"A pack bitch?" Scott asked, face twisted in confusion. "As in like, sex?"

"Yeah, Scott." Boyd said, a serious look in his eyes. He looked at Derek. "Why a pack bitch?"

"Because it would be the easiest way to solve all our problems. Not only that, but we're all werewolves and that comes with a little extra… energy, I guess. Especially on the full moon. The pack bitch could happily take care of that and more."

Boyd seemed to consider the answer for a moment before he nodded. "I'm in."

Derek was a little shocked by how easily that answer came from his most sensible beta. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, Erica would love to hear about it. And plus it kind of… excites my wolf." Boyd said, eyes flashing yellow. "A warm hole to fuck? I'm down."

His eyes reluctantly flash to Isaac's- yeah, he'll have to talk to the boy later for sure. But right now he needed confirmation. "Isaac?"

The boy looked down and a look of sadness passed over his face, a frown on his lips. He nuzzled into Boyd's chest and the bigger man placed a hand on Isaac's back, rubbing in smooth circles. Isaac's distress was obvious in his scent.

"I-yeah. Ok." He said.

Derek nodded. Five out of six- one more to go and probably the toughest to convince. He looked to Scott and concern was obviously written on his face.

"Derek-what the hell? I'm with Allison! And Boyd you're with Erica!"

Boyd's eyes flickered yellow while he was comforting Isaac. "Don't criticize my relationship. She's perfectly fine with it- hell she'll want it. It's part of being a werewolf and part of being in a pack."

"I can't cheat on my girlfriend with someone I don't even know. You realize I plan on marrying her, right?"

Derek can't say he was surprised by that information.

"Look, Scott, it's not cheating. It happens in all packs that are lucky enough to have a pack bitch- even married and mated werewolves partake. It's not adultery or infidelity, it's more like an obligation. And no matter how much you might not want it your wolf does."

"Yeah but my wolf drives on instinct! If I followed my instinct I'd be clawing everyone that made me even a little angry!"

"That's why we learn to repress some instincts and follow others." Peter stated.

"Dude stop being such a pussy." Jackson said, rolling his eyes. "Look, the werewolf side of us wants to knock up every bitch we see, but can't do that now can we? With a pack bitch we could put as many pups as we want inside of her without worrying about it."

"It's still a baby!"

"It takes a village to raise a child, Scott." Peter said slyly, obviously more than done with all of Scott's apprehensions.

"It's still a baby!"

"Maybe it'll make more sense the second time." Boyd drawled out.

"Look, Scott," Derek said. "Yes obviously, we'd have to get them pregnant, but the pack bitch is a natural nurturer. They'll know how to raise a baby- having a pack bitch and using it is nothing to be ashamed of. If we get one other packs we'll look at us as being stronger for it, there are literally no drawbacks to having one."

"You're talking about them as if they're property."

"Well, technically, they are." Peter said. "They're not slaves, they have free will and everything, but they technically belong to the pack. And since they belong to us we have to take care of them. Bitch's are notorious for their sexual appetite." Peter smiled.

"But it's a baby…"

"For fucks sake Scott!" Jackson said. "We get it! A baby will be produced- hell the rules only say that ONE child has to be made with the pack bitch. You don't have to make an army of them. The kid doesn't even have to know you're it's father!"

"There will be none of that," Derek said firmly. "If this happens the child will be aware of who its father is."

"Whatever," Jackson said. "Myself? I plan on knocking up the bitch's ass as many times as I can- but if you want to be a punk than you only have to do it once."

Derek sighed at Jackson's outburst. "Look, Scott." He said, taking a gentler approach. "I get that it's a big deal for you and you have a very active moral compass-"

"Annoyingly active, you mean."

Derek ignored him. "But not everything is black and white. It won't be like we're doing anything they don't want. They'll love anything and everything we do- it's a biological imperative. They won't be our slave, they won't be getting raped. This is a good thing believe it or not."

Scott still held apprehension in his eyes. "M-my wolf wants it. Just the thought of it excites it."

Derek nodded.

"B-but I can't do it."

Derek clenched his jaws and closed his eyes.

"At least not right now. Give me a few days to think over it, okay? Let me talk with Allison."

Hope sprung back into Derek's chest.

"Hold on," Peter said, getting up. He left the room for a moment before coming back with an ancient looking, leather bound book in his hands, walking over to Scott and giving it to him.

"Those are the rules and rituals of pack bonds and everything that comes along with being in a werewolf pack, including a whole part on pack bitches and all the rules and stuff over them. You and Allison take a couple of days and read over it alright?"

Scott nodded dumbly and held the book close to his chest, concentration heavy in his brow.

Derek sighed. "Alright, well, I guess that's that for tonight. Scott, I need a decision by the end of the week, alright? I won't do anything unless the entire pack agrees to it." Everyone nodded. "Alright- you guys are dismissed."

Scott was really the only one that got up and immediately headed for the door. They knew they were all more than welcome to stay for however long they needed- Derek's loft had become the hub of all pack activity, especially since he was the Alpha. Derek walked over to where Isaac was stilled curled against Boyd and dragged the boy from the man's arms. Isaac came easily, standing and following as Derek lead him into his bedroom. He closed the door behind them when they finally entered and pushed Isaac against the wall, trapping him in and leaning up a little to capture his lips in a kiss. Isaac's arms went around his neck as he immediately pushed his tongue inside the younger man's mouth, licking everywhere and inhaling his scent and trying to calm him down. Isaac responded with weak whimpers and soft mewls that drove Derek's wolf crazy.

"I'm sorry," Isaac said when they broke apart for air. "I-I just, I wanted-"

"I know, Isaac. I know." Derek ran his hands through Isaac's hair as the boy nuzzled into his neck, taking in his Alpha's scent.

"I always wanted to be that for you. For the pack. I just- I feel it in my bones Derek, I don't know why I just-"

"Shh. It's alright. We've discussed this, haven't we? Sometimes a bitch needs to be activated by another in order to get everything working correctly, right?"

Isaac had came to him long ago with the confession that he desperately wanted to be pack bitch. Derek wasn't all that surprised, he could smell it on the boy's skin and in his mouth, his blood. He could tell by the way he responded to and how he craved touch, how sensitive he was- he knew Isaac was a bitch, but something was off. For some reason his body wouldn't take the final step towards it, wouldn't finish. He was stuck in some kind of limbo between pack bitch, beta and human and it was stressing him out.

But what Derek had said was true. Sometimes a bitch's body didn't really know how to activate unless it was presented with an example. He didn't know all the logistics, but if he could find a suitable person to be pack bitch, then Isaac would definitely become one too. Which meant two pack bitches and that was only heard of in large packs. In a small one such as theirs, it would gain them a lot of respect. Plus double the amount of pups- but Derek had enough money to be able to cover everything they needed and a lot more.

"You don't have to apologize, Isaac. It's not your fault, okay? Just wait, as soon as we get one you're gonna be amazing for us, won't you?"

Isaac nodded and Derek turned his head to slip his tongue into Isaac's mouth, his hands traveling down to cup his ass. He pressed the boy further into the wall and sucked on his tongue.

The domination was what Isaac craved. The need to have someone control him and protect him and love and nurture was all he wanted. The boy had been through a lot, Derek could only imagine what was going on in his mind at any given time. Isaac wasn't one for dealing with reality, he often daydreamed of being somewhere else.

Derek licked into his mouth even more fiercely, soaking up his flavor and taste. His wolf could smell the bitch in Isaac's skin but it left and uncomfortable feeling because it wasn't all there.

"I'm going to make you cum Isaac." He asked, pulling back and nibbling at the boys lips.

"Yes, Alpha- please."

Derek wouldn't fuck him- he wasn't going to do that until Isaac's bitch came in fully. Then- then he would claim him. It wasn't horribly uncommon for an Alpha to have two mates. Without a doubt he was going to make their new bitch his mate, but Isaac deserved it too. Isaac was so kind and loving and gentle and sweet, so funny and smart and fantastic and he would make a wonderful mate. Derek would take care of him.

Derek ground against Isaac's crotch, moaning as Derek nibbled at his neck, taking the skin between his teeth and biting down hard. Isaac groaned above him, pushing into Derek's thrusts, fingers pulling at Derek's hair. Derek licked the skin on Isaac's neck, sucking hard to see bruises blooming and fading almost immediately on his skin. The Alpha in him wanted to bite, to leave something that would last, but he couldn't do that. Not yet.

Instead he slipped his hands below Isaac's belt and grabbed the bare cheeks of his ass in his hands, letting his fingers dip into the crack and rub his hole. Isaac shook and moaned out Derek's name. He played with the rim for a few minutes, grinding hard onto Isaac- he could tell the boy was close, his body was tensing up and the sweet scent of his pleasure was getting sharper.

"You're going to belong to me, Isaac. After you activate I'm going to bite you and mark you up, fuck you until I'm knotted and pump you full until you're heavy with my pups."

"Oh, Alpha, yes I want it-so bad."

"Then ya know what? I'm gonna pass you around the pack baby. Peter and Scott and Boyd and Jackson are all going to get a taste of that sweet ass, they're all gonna knock you up with their pups."

"Fuck."

"You're gonna love getting pregnant for us won't you? Love having and taking care of our babies, love having your sweet tits get heavy with milk for us and our pups. But you're not going to forget who you belong to are you? You're not going to forget who you belong to when Boyd is shoving his dick in your pussy, filling you with come."

Derek's finger was shooting in and out of Isaac's ass now, pressing harshly into his prostate once he managed to find it, licking wet stripes up his neck.

"No," Isaac muttered weakly, torn between pushing back and thrusting forward. "I'll never forget."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Alpha- always yours. Always was."

"Fuckin' right."

Derek gave one last thrust of his finger into Isaac's ass, abusing his sweet spot as Isaac shook with release. He could smell the cum that was wetting the other man's pants and it turned him on even more. He grinded into the boy as his orgasm shot through him, helping him ride it out as he came back down from the high. He licked his way into Isaac's mouth again, lapping up all the flavor he could. He knew his fangs were out and his eyes were red but he couldn't help it. Not when his future mate was in absolute pleasure right in front of him. Isaac responded slowly, sucking on Derek's tongue as he removed his hands from the boys pants.

Isaac smelled good now, smelled like cum and happiness, the stench of stress gone from his form. Derek nuzzled the boy, licking absently at his neck as he willed his wolf to calm down.

"Thank you Alpha." Isaac said, leaning back and baring his neck to Derek, a sign of complete submission. Derek groaned and bit firmly into the skin, reassuring his beta.

"No problem, pup." He took a step back from Isaac and almost immediately missed the connection. He took this chance to look over the boy. Isaac looked wrecked to say the least, his hair was all over the place even for its naturally messy state. His skin was a beautiful shade of pink, lips red and abused from Derek's mouth. The front of his jeans had a rather large wet stain on them where the scent of cum rose up.

"Now go get cleaned up. We're ordering take out."

Isaac smiled and took a step forward, turning to open the door but seemed to hesitate. He looked at the ground for a moment before looking back up. "Um-I-I… nevermind."

"Isaac." He said, wanting the other boy to speak up. "You don't have to be scared."

"I um. I just wanted to say," The boy took a deep breath. "That I-I love you, Derek. I love you."

Something in Derek's chest welled up at the confession, something gripped his heart and nearly stopped it and a huge smile spread across his face. He took two long strides and took Isaac's face in his hands, kissing him with as much passion as he could. He pulled away after a few minutes with a toothy grin.

"I love you too Isaac." And yeah, that was actually the truth. He had fallen for the boy a long time ago and how he felt when Isaac gave him a golden smile was only proof of the fact. "Now go."

He slapped Isaac's ass but the boy took the order and slowly sauntered out of the room. Derek sighed and closed his door, heading into the bathroom to jerk off, wondering what the new pack bitch would look like. Whether it was a boy or girl, were or human, short or tall. It could be anyone.

Hopefully Scott wouldn't ruin the entire thing for everyone.

AW! Derek and Isaac are so cute! And hot! YAY.