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"Aegida Eli Stilinski, will you marry me?"
CHAPTER 2
"Yes!" Stiles shrieked, throwing herself on top of him. He kissed her, before sliding the ring onto her finger. She looked at it. It was a thin band of imperial gold and celestial bronze, melded with a black metal, probably stygan iron. It was decorated with a diamond in the center, and surrounded by small moonstones and emeralds.
"It's a weapon too." Percy said seriously. "I had some of the Hecate kids enchant it to only be removed by you or I, and only willingly, and the Hephaestus cabin was more than happy to work with them to make it a sword when you need it. Just pull it off and twist the diamond. To make it a ring, push the largest moonstone on the hilt."
Stiles teared up as she kissed him, stricken by his care and thoughtfulness. "Every word you say makes me love you more." She whispered into her kiss.
"I couldn't possibly love you more than I do now." He informed her. "Even Aphrodite says so. I'm head over heels for you."
She giggled. "Just never call me Aegida Eli again."
"I promise." They sat up quickly when they heard the hard knocking on the door.
"I kinda want to keep you away from my friends for a while, so would you sneak out the window, and I'll call you?" She asked awkwardly.
Percy laughed. "You just want to shock the ones who thought you were an awkward girl who never had a guy, am I right?"
She smirked. "What else?" He kissed her swiftly and left as she had requested. Derek came barreling into her room a moment later.
"Who was here?" He demanded harshly.
"Hey sourwolf!" Stiles waved. "None of your business. I actually did rehabilitation techniques a while back just after I found out about Omegas, and I put together a binder. There's even some for those who've had human flesh, so at least try before you kill them. I actually might have a friend who could help them if you're not successful, but I'll have to go through her lieutenant to talk to her, so you'd better attempt it." She got a binder from her closet and passed it to him. It was black, with red lettering. She'd merely titled it Omegas. He took it and glared at her.
"You still haven't answered who it was that was here." He reminded her.
"It was a guy, okay?" She said, rolling her eyes. He growled.
"I'm your Alpha, Stiles. Even if you're human, you're pack. Don't take that tone with me, and tell the whole truth." He reminded her.
"Sorry, Derek, but he's none of your business. He's not connected to the werewolf aspect of my life, at all. He's someone I've been seeing for a long time."
That was all she would say on the topic, and eventually he gave up and left. "My house, one hour." He reminded her as he left. She sighed, and cleaned up, before grabbing her keys and heading over. Derek wouldn't like it if she was late, and she did like being pack. It was one of the few things that had kept her going when she despaired over Percy.