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And so begins Chapter 3...Enjoy! :)
"Stiles!" Scott called, running up to his best friend, hoping to catch him before his next class.
Stiles put his Physics and Advanced Calculus books back in his locker and pulled out his World History book, "Hey Scott. What's up?"
"Dude, what's with you and Derek? Are you guys best friends now or what? You guys were all secretive and smiley at the hospital and you both left together and this morning I saw you get out of his Camaro. Mix in that I can hardly smell your scent at all, it's been completely dominated by Derek's." Scott whispered, confusion drawing his brows together.
"Scott...Derek's been staying with me the past couple nights, you know that. Of course we'll be leaving the hospital together. He's pretty much dominated my whole room, I'd smell like you too if you stayed at my house for a week straight." Stiles flicked Scott on the forehead and rolled his eyes.
"What about your scent? Why can't I smell you?...At all! I would be able to smell at least a little of you, but I can't and it's confusing me."
"Scott, I'm flattered. How often do you sniff in the wonderful aroma that is moi?...Wait, Scott, you don't have a crush on me do you?...Dude, that's sweet, but sad to say you're not my type." Stiles smirked at Scott's annoyance.
"Stiles, why are you covered in Derek's scent?" Scott whined-growled in exasperation.
Stiles opened and then closed his mouth quickly. What would be the harm in telling Scott about the mate thing? I mean it's not like he won't find out eventually. Derek will have to tell Scott all of the Werewolf secrets and lore sooner or later, so he supposed it was okay to let this one slip, right?, Stiles thought. He took a breath and rushed out as quickly as possible, "Okay, well, you see...um, I'mkindofDerek'smate. So yeah, I'll see you after school. Gotta go, bye!"
He turned and tried to move down the hall, but Scott grabbed his forearm quicker than he could blink and held him so he couldn't escape. Scott's eyes had turned golden and his canines had elongated, just appearing beneath his curled lip. Stiles studied his friends face and knew he wouldn't be going to his next class until he told Scott the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help him Derek.
Stiles stood there, his arm in pain and probably going to bruise from the strength Scott was using to keep him from bolting. The final bell rang and most of the students still lingering in the hallway quickly moved to make it to their next class. When the hallway was completely cleared of students, Scott growled and pushed Stiles up against the locker. The metal hitting against his back made him wince and he scowled at Scott. "The hell Scott!"
"Tell me I heard you wrong." Scott growled, as he got right up in Stiles' face. "Mate? How in the hell?...You better explain!"
"Dude, personal bubble!" Stiles attempted to push the Beta back, but to no avail. Golden eyes pierced his and he had a feeling that after he told his best-friend everything there was a possibility it wasn't going to end well.
Stiles closed his eyes, sighed and started at the beginning. "Okay. So you know the other day at the hospital when Derek and I found out who the Alpha was?"
"Yes." Scott's eyes narrowed. Hopefully he'd get the full story out of the teen now, considering on the night, Stiles and Derek had both been very tight lipped about the fight. All they had said was that the Alpha was gone and that was that.
Killed by Derek. Never to return.
"Well, I went to Peter's room and was kind of ambushed by him and his psychotic booty call nurse. They had me stuck in between them when Derek came out of nowhere and popped the nurse in the face. Then I went and in a very-manly like way, hid behind one of the counters. I could hear some whispering and Derek growling, but then there was this loud slam and terrifying snarling. When I looked over the side of the counter, Derek had the Big Bad Wolf pinned up against the wall by his throat. It was just a minute later that Peter distracted Derek enough for him to get free. Then there was this awesome knockout, drag-down fight, until Derek was thrown across the room. The next thing I knew, Peter had his claws at my throat and a completely wolfed out and snarling Derek in front of us."
Stiles took a breath.
Scott's eyes dimmed and were now more of a honey brown in color. "I knew I missed a good fight."
"Yeah, it was awesome. Bro's before Hoe's next time, dude."
Scott snarled and his eyes returned to the deep gold color. He grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and slammed him up against the lockers again. His claws pierced through Stiles' flannel and t-shirt, latching onto the soft flesh underneath.
"Shit, man! Scott, that hurts!"
"Don't call her that again. Understand me." Claws continued to pierce his skin and Stiles recognized the silent threat hanging in the air.
"Sorry. Dude, claws, claws! Retract, retract!"
The claws piercing his skin went away at his words, but Scott's face stayed twisted in anger. Something dripped down his back and Stiles knew he was bleeding from the wolf's claws.
"Do. You. Understand." Scott growled out each word. Making sure Stiles knew he wouldn't tolerate another slip-up.
"Yes." Stiles turned his eyes away from his friends piercing stare and looked down the empty hall. Cursing Allison in his head for what seemed like the umpteenth time since his friend had met her.
"What else happened at the hospital?"
"Nothing. Derek saved me and killed Peter. Nothing else. The end."
"I can tell when you're lying, remember? Finish it. What about this mate crap?"
"If you're going to keep me pinned against the lockers I'm not going to tell you anything."
A growl reverberated through the hall, but Scott let go of Stiles' shoulders and stepped back. "So, what else happened?"
Stiles looked back up at Scott and reluctantly continued on, hoping that he didn't get assaulted again, "Yeah, well, Peter had me by the throat, claws ready to do serious damage, when I kicked back and hit him in the puppies."
"The puppies?"
"The jewels, cojones, berries, nuts, the stones, man-marbles...His boys! Scott, seriously." Stiles rolled his eyes and wondered how his friend was that...clueless. "Anyways, I kicked him where it counts and the overwhelming pain he felt from my totally awesome back-kick had him doubled over in pain. He let me go and Derek turned into the rabid beast he is and did what any good mate would do and took out the threat."
"Get to that part, the mate part. What's up with that?"
Stiles took another breath and just told him what Derek had told him that night after they had gotten back from the hospital. "Did you know that apparently all Werewolves have one person in the world who was made to fit the other half of their soul. Only one person can fill that certain void, that all Werewolves feel. They may take lovers or mate with someone whose pheromones closely resemble that of the Wolf's true mate, but they still aren't the true mate of that Wolf. Only a handful of Wolves, both born and made, find that one, their true mate and well, apparently...I was chosen for Derek." Stiles shrugged his shoulders and looked at Scott. "Go figure."
The Beta's face would have been unreadable except for the golden eyes and sharp canines.
Yeah, Scott was pissed. Although Stiles had no idea why. It wasn't his virginity that was in danger of eventually being taken by an extremely dominant hot werewolf with emotional constipation.
Stiles started to inch along the row of lockers cautiously, "So now that you know I'm just gonna leave you to process that and...yeah, so, bye!"
Stiles turned and ran as fast as he could through the school and into the parking lot. He looked for his blue Jeep and then cursed when he remembered that Derek had dropped him off that morning.
So he hoofed it.
He ran through the lot and headed through the woods across the street. He didn't hear anyone behind him and was glad for it. Even if Scott was pissed at the news he'd have to get used to it. Hell, Stiles thought, I'm still getting used to it. Stiles was Derek's mate and no-one could change that if they wanted to. Derek had so much as told him that. Derek would be forever bound to him no matter what and anyone else who took an interest in him would more than likely have to face the Alpha mono-e-mono.
Stiles slowed to a jog, then a brisk walk, as he made his way through the woods and towards his house. Growing up here his whole life did have certain advantages, like knowing how to maneuver through the woods without getting lost like some tourist who came down to see the leaves change.
He came upon a giant old Oak tree and took a right at it. His home wasn't very far now, just a few more minutes and he would be safely inside his nice warm wolf free house. The two-story farm house came into view and Stiles smiled, there's no place like home. He pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the front door. He raided the fridge for a Sunny-D and then took the stairs two at a time to get up to his room. He put the Sunny-D on his desk and slide his back-pack off. There were two marks in the strap where two of Scott's claws had gone through, instead of his skin.
Stiles sighed and decided to see what kind of damage had been done. He took off his flannel and then his t-shirt. His shirt stuck to his skin where the blood had dried and he winced when it pulled free. His shoulders were going to be tender for awhile. Stiles moved to the bathroom and turned his back to face the mirror. His back was red where it had knocked against the lockers and the marks on his shoulders had short lines of blood going down an inch or so from the wounds. He groaned and ran his hand over his face, Aw man, Derek is gonna flip!
Unless he doesn't find out, whispered the little voice inside his head. Stiles turned and grabbed the hand towel hanging by his sink. He ran some cold tap water over just the corner of the towel and turned his back once again to the mirror. Reaching over his shoulder, he dabbed at one of the cuts and grimaced at the slight sting. He wondered how much of this he could get cleaned up before-
"STILES?"
The younger man jumped at the sound of Derek's voice booming from his room and quickly left the bathroom, coming face to face with green eyed man.
Damn Ninja Werewolves.
"Hey Derek, uh how's it going? Kill any deer today?"
Derek rolled his eyes, "Ha…Why weren't you at school? I went 'round to pick you up and while I was waiting I caught your scent heading into the woods. You could have called...me to..." Derek broke off and closed his eyes, taking in a big breath through his nose. His eyes shot open and they were the bluest Stiles had ever seen them, along with slight tints of red that outlined just the outside the irises. The older man closed the distance between them and gathered the younger man in his arms.
"What happened? You're bleeding I can smell it." Derek's eyes bore daggers into Stiles'.
Stiles swallowed nervously before getting out, "Well, hello to you too. I don't even get a proper greeting. How's that for being a good mate-" Rough lips stopped the tirade from the talkative teen before he could continue. Stiles melted against Derek as his mouth worked it's magic over him. Stiles didn't know if it was this mate thing or a Derek thing, but man did the Werewolf's kisses really make him weak in the knees.
Derek pulled away, his eyes had only hints of the ice blue they had had before and he smiled down at Stiles. Whose eyes were closed and mouth was still puckered up and moving against the air, like Derek hadn't moved away. Derek chuckled and kissed the tip of Stiles' nose. The younger man's eyes opened slowly and his cheeks tinged pink when he realized his mouth had been moving of it's own accord. "Oh, Hey there."
Derek laughed and drew Stiles back into his embrace, he hugged the younger teen close and kissed the side of his head. The scent of blood was stronger now and Derek glanced down at his mate's back, only to see the lines of blood and claw marks. His hold became like steel as he saw wounds on his boy's beautiful back.
"Derek...can't...breathe...oxygen..."
As calmly as Derek could manage, he relaxed his hold on Stiles' and asked, "Stiles, what happened? I can smell Scott all over you. Did he do this?"
Stiles stiffened and the dark haired man pulled away, looking intently at Stiles, waiting for an answer.
"Promise you won't kill him."
Derek's ice colored eyes stared down into chocolate brown, not about to promise something that he might not be able to keep. "I...promise I won't injure anything vital."
Stiles let out a snort of amusement realizing that this was probably the best promise he'd get, "Scott stopped me in the halls at school and asked me about…well, everything. When I told him what happened, he got...he got a little paw-sy, no big deal."
Derek growled.
"Really, Derek, it's no big deal. In a couple days my shoulders will be good as new. Don't worry about it."
"Stiles, you know this is 'no big deal'. We have laws and Scott broke the most important of them all and he needs to be punished for his transgression."
"Woah, wait, broke a law? What law? I didn't realize there was a no-pushing-Stiles-around-law cause if so, about half of Beacon Hills, including you, should be in jail." Stiles pushed at Derek's chest as he yelled, backing the older wolf into the corner of his room.
Derek's eyes widened with every shove from his mate as the words hit home because once again, Stiles was right. Derek was probably one of the worst offenders of pushing around the quirky teen. Derek leaned against the wall and his shoulders drooped as he looked at Stiles' angry face, he sighed out an, "I know."
"You can't just- wait, what? You know?" Stiles asked bewildered.
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry for that. I know it's no excuse, but from the moment I saw you, when you and Scott were looking for his inhaler, I knew who you were to me. Both sides of me, knew. I tried to ignore it, but the wolf never did. All the teasing and rough-handling was just me trying to soothe the wolf's need for nearness and my own anger at the fact that it was you who was my mate."
"You were angry that I'm your mate?" Stiles seemed to fold into himself as he spoke the words. His eyes wide, starting to water slightly.
"Was! Stiles, was angry, past tense. I'm not anymore because I realized I wanted you just as much as the wolf did."
"No. You don't want me. Not me, Stiles. You were manipulated into it."
"No, Stiles," Derek sighed, "It may have started out as that, I won't lie, not to you, but now…now it's me, Derek Hale, who loves you."
"No it's not. It's just this Werewolf thing." Stiles said dejectedly and moved away from the elder.
Derek rushed forward and grabbed his boy in his arms. Stiles tried for a half a second to push the wolf away, before dropping his arms to the side and closing his eyes. He tried to contain them, but two tears fell down his cheeks and his hands balled into fists.
"No. It's you, Stiles." Derek whispered in his boy's ear, "It's all you. Your smile, laugh, ADHD, big brown eyes, impulsiveness, brains, it's your…it's your, everything." Derek pulled back and saw that Stiles' eyes were still closed, "Stiles, please, let me see your eyes."
Stiles didn't relax, he couldn't, the words Derek was saying, were just that, words. He just wanted Stiles not to feel guilty about having been saddled with and eccentric, crazy teen. He stayed tense but opened his eyes and looked Derek square in the eye. His eyes narrowed with anger and hurt.
When Derek had the young man's brown eyes looking into his, he never looked away as he spoke, "I need you to let everything swimming around in that big brain of yours to stop and just focus on my words Stiles. Please just…listen to me. That may have been how it started, but that's not how it is now. I got to know you, Stiles. I fell in love with you for who you are. I love you, Stiles. You are everything to me now because you are you. Not because of any supernatural pull. It's just you. It'll always just be you."
Stiles' drew his brow together and his eyes narrowed questioningly, "You mean that?"
"I swear, Stiles. Every single word of it." Brown eyes probed green and Stiles relaxed when he saw only earnest honesty in the Wolf's gaze.
"Good." Stiles smiled and gave his werewolf a quick peck on the lips before hugging him just as tight as Derek was holding him.
They stood there for a few moments, just holding each other, before Derek pulled back and gave Stiles one of his rare genuinely happy smiles. "Let's get your back cleaned up and get you into bed."
"Derek we may be destined for each other but that does not mean I'm easy. You have to work for it just like everyone else." Stiles admonished, as he moved from Derek's embrace and headed back into the bathroom. "Come on boy, let's clean up my back."
Derek snorted and rolled his eyes, but followed after Stiles obediently.
Scott was in his room, working on his Algebra homework when he heard the howl of Derek, just outside his window. He got up quickly and opened his window and gazed out into the trees across the way. There, between two big Bur trees, he could see two electric blue dots peering up at his window. The eyes disappeared as another howl sounded and Scott knew he couldn't disobey the howls of his new Alpha.
He went through his window and jumped off of the roof, heading in the direction he could smell Derek had gone. He ran for awhile before he came into an empty clearing. Scott sniffed the air and followed Derek's scent to the middle of the clearing before his smell just faded away, as if Derek had disappeared in midair.
"Derek?" Scott whispered, "Derek come on, what do you want I have stuff—agh!"
Scott screamed as he was grabbed from behind by his shoulders and thrown across the field. He rolled a few times before coming to a stop on his stomach. He groaned and pushed up on his elbows and looked up at the figure standing several yards away. Derek was standing up straight, his white shirt pulled taught over straining muscles and his once green gaze were now electric blue. A cold stare met Scott, a stare that when transfixed on you could terrify your very soul. His face was halfway between transforming and his lips had curled over his canines in a rabid-dog like snarl.
Scott's eyes widened and his heart rate kicked up when he saw how pissed his Alpha was. He quickly got to his feet and in a fighting stance. He wasn't sure what he had done to piss off Derek this time, but he knew he probably didn't deserve it.
"What the hell man? What did I do now?"
Derek's lip curled up higher at the audacity of such a question. "You broke a law."
Scott's brow drew together in confusion, "What are you talking about? What Law?"
"Clueless!" Derek snarled and rushed the young Beta. Scott's eyes bled gold and he wolfed out as he went head on with Derek, rushing forward to meet him in a clash of testosterone.
Derek leaned down, as Scott stayed upright and the older man shouldered the younger in the ribs. Lifting and running with the teen in his arms, he rammed the younger man into a big Oak tree on the outside of field.
Scott's claws scraped up Derek's back and he growled as the bigger man slammed him against something hard. The Beta lost his breath and groaned in pain as Derek pulled back and rammed him three more times into the tree behind him.
The Oak's trunk fractured with every hit.
Derek released the Beta and took two steps back. Scott crumpled to the ground in pain and put an arm over his ribs, he was breathing hard and his eyes and face had reverted back to normal.
Scott was breathing harshly and winced as he tried to get up unsuccessfully. "Damn."
Derek stood above him, "Scott."
The teen looked up to see piercing blue eyes trained down on him, but other than that a normal looking Derek was staring him down. "Do you know what you did?"
Scott opened his mouth, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue when Derek growled low and he added, "Think hard before you piss me off even further."
Scott scowled up at Derek as his mind raced through anything that he could have done that would have pissed Derek off. Hell, him just breathing pissed the Alpha off, put that together with Stiles and him always getting in the way and..."Oh!"
"Figured it out then?"
Scott slowly pushed himself up to a standing position, his ribs protesting the movement and he leaned against the tree.
"I can't believe this is because of Stiles and that whole mate thing you've made up!" Scott yelled at the Alpha.
Derek growled and grabbed Scott by his throat so quickly, that even Scott's wolf sight had trouble catching the movement. "I didn't make up anything. Stiles is my mate. If you actually stuck around long enough to learn about your new heritage than you would know all about mates and the differences between finding your true mate and potential mates."
"I don't believe you! This is just some twisted thing you came up with to mess with Stiles!"
Derek snarled and pulled Scott from the tree he had him pinned against and flung him, by his neck, back across the field, leaving five long scratch marks along the teen's neck. Scott groaned in pain and lay still on his back, breathing heavy, with blood sliding down the side of his neck from Derek's claws.
He closed his eyes and swallowed, his wolf hearing picking up the sounds of Derek's footfalls heading his way. When a shadow blocked the light from the moon, Scott opened his eyes and looked into the now stoic face of Derek Hale. "If it wasn't true, do you think I would have lured you out here at all." Derek got down on one knee and leaned over Scott. He grabbed the prone teen's now bloodied shirt front and fisted the cotton in his hand.
Nose to nose, Derek's blue eyes captured Scott's brown and he spoke slowly and simply, "Touch him again and you'll be eating out of a straw for the rest of your life. Consider this...your warning."
Derek snapped his fangs at Scott before tossing him back onto the ground and walking away.
When Derek got back to Stiles' house and jumped through the window, he was immediately assaulted by the young teen.
"What the hell man! I told you not to do anything!" Stiles' yelled as he punched Derek.
Derek's jaw clenched at the punch to the chest and just as he was going to open his mouth to rebute the fact that Stiles was wrong and he had done exactly as he was supposed to. Before he could though, two strong arms wrapped around him in a bone crushing hug. Derek paused in confusion not sure what to expect next when he heard Stiles' whispered words mumbled into his chest. "Thanks."
The Alpha wrapped his arms around his mate's waist and smiled against Stiles' neck. "Anytime."
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