Note: Sorry for the long wait. I actually finished this story. I won't be able to post all today. I just going to post a couple of chps at a time. There are 23 chapters in total.
As the sun started to rise in the sky, turning darkness into light, and the roosters by the barn, sang their usual morning wake-up call, the workers began their daily chores around the manor. Some tending to the garden and farm animals, others inside, working on making breakfast, gathering laundry, and making beds.
Penelope, Stiles's favorite maid, was assigned to his room today. It was her job to make sure he was up and going in a timely manner, as today was a special day. Today, was breeding day.
With her hands full of fresh sheets and towels, she pushed on the big, heavy door with her worn-down boot, letting it creak open as she walked inside.
Penelope glanced over in the direction of the king-size bed, noticing Stiles was still occupying it in a deep sleep.
She froze in her spot not sure if she should proceed or not.
Stiles looked so peaceful with a small smile gracing his features, his arms wrapped around a pillow, hugging it close to him in a dream-like state, his chest moving slowly up and down with each breath he took, and his lower body wrapped up nicely in the silk sheets that lay on the bed.
Penelope didn't want to interrupt Stiles's sleep but She was given strict instructions to get him ready for an early breakfast and did not want to disobey the lord of the manor.
She sat the sack of linens down on a nearby chair and headed over to the big window on the far end of the room, yanking the drapes open and letting the bright sun, shine inside. Everything that was once dark became light. Stiles started to blink at the sudden brightness.
"Time to get up!" She voiced, coming over to the edge of the bed.
He moved in the sheets turning to his other side, now facing the bathroom rather than the window, as if trying to avoid the sun's rays.
"Wha…what time is it?" Stiles voiced groggily, as he rubbed his tired eyes.
"It's time to start a new day, and it looks like it is going to be a beautiful day out, not a rain cloud in sight," Penelope replied with a friendly smile on her face and a pep in her step.
She wasn't normally so jolly about her work but today was different. Mr. Hale was in a good mood today. He wasn't smiling or laughing by any means, but He also wasn't yelling at anyone or demanding ridiculous, hard tasks like he normally did. He was calm and quiet. He even promised that the staff could take off after dinner was served. Normally the servants worked late into the night.
It was almost like having a bit of the old Derek back, she thought.
"That's…great." Stiles voiced into his pillow with closed eyes, trying to reposition himself against the bed.
"Come on, get up. I brought you some fresh sheets for your special night." Penelope replied, grabbing the edge of the covers, and pulling swiftly, taking them from Stiles's hold.
"Ahh!" She let out a scream in shock, noticing Stiles was naked underneath.
He quickly covered himself with his hands as the maid looked away, blushing, embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry Stiles, err, I mean, sir." She said, quickly handing the sheets back so he could properly cover himself.
"It's okay. You didn't know. I don't normally sleep nude. It's just, Master gave me…uh, a reward last night and I was too tired to dress after." He replied, blushing at the memory.
"Please, you don't need to explain anything to me, but Mr. Hale did request an early breakfast with your presence, it's best not to keep him waiting too long. I'll go run the water for you." Penelope voiced, before heading off to the bathroom to turn the bathtub on.
Once cleaned and fully dressed, Stiles headed out of his room and down the hall, navigating his way passed the many different staff members. Some of them held vases with big assortments of flowers, others held candle sticks, utensils, fancy dish sets, and even fireworks. Stiles made his way downstairs to the ground floor of the manor, amazed he avoid a collision with any of them along the way.
He came over to the tall brown doors that led to the dining room, where he was greeted by one of the guards on duty.
"Sir, Lord Hale is waiting for you inside." He said, opening one of the doors wide.
Stiles looked the big, well-built guard over, observing his body language. He was standing tall with his hands to his sides and his gaze up high, looking across the foyer, as if in a sign of respect. It was a big change from the first day Stiles had arrived, where he was looked down upon as filth.
I could get used to this, he thought.
Stiles quickly thanked the man before heading into the room.
As soon as he walked in, his eyes caught sight of a long, antique wood table, that looked fit for a king, set in the middle of the room, and surrounded by uniquely wood-carved, padded armchairs.
Stiles's eyes traveled over every detail, from the table's rich mahogany surface to the red floral design on the chair cushions. At the far end of the table was his Master, sitting in a throne-like chair.
Stiles walked over to the closest chair, as one of the servants came over and pulled it out for him to take a seat.
Again, Stiles thanked the servant before turning his attention to his Master. He scanned over his appearance for the first time of the day, starting at Derek's manly hands. One was wearing a gold flashy watch with his long, thick fingers drumming across the table, and the other, was holding his coffee cup in its tight grip. Stiles's eyes roamed over his hairy arms that showed nicely due to the rolled-up sleeves of Derek's ruby-red, button-down dress shirt. He teased with the three top buttons unfastened, showing off part of his collarbones and a sneak peek of some chest hair. Stiles's eyes moved further up to his lips, and then finally up to his eyes, only to find his Master staring back amused.
"See something you like?" Derek teased.
Stiles's eyes widen, realizing he was caught, and quickly darted his gaze around the room as his cheeks heated up, taking notice of the other décor. There was a big cabinet filled with decorative plates, some with floral designs, some with gold trim, and others simply plain white. There were a few chairs off to the side and pictures on the wall of random landscapes.
"Yes, it's all very nice Master. You have a lovely home."
"Lovely." Derek mocked with a slight chuckle.
"That is one word I would never use to describe this place, but you're welcome to your opinion, I suppose."
"Excuse me, Lord, but the chef would like to know what you want on the menu tonight, the pheasant or salmon?" One of the servants asked.
Master took a moment to think it over, rubbing his chin before answering, "Both."
"Very well sir, I'll let him know." She said before hurrying off out the door leading to the kitchen.
"May I ask, what is with all the staff scrambling around today? I mean, I must have seen seven different staff members carrying a variety of items around the manor." Stiles asked curious.
"They are getting ready for tonight's big event," Derek answered.
"You mean the candles and flowers are for me?" Stiles asked in surprise.
Derek stayed quiet and observed Stiles for a moment before answering.
"I suppose. The doctor mentioned something about how setting the mood might help relax you and cause you to easily get wet for the breeding to commence."
"I see, and the fireworks, that's for my birthday?"
"No, they are not for you." Master voiced somewhat amused.
"The fireworks are for everyone else in the household. Breeding can get quite noisy, I've been told. They help block out the sounds and distract the others."
Stiles blushed looking down at the table, "Oh."
The thought of what was to come both thrilled and scared him. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. Why would breeding be any louder than any other sexual experience? Was breeding that pleasurable, or that painful, he wondered, as he chewed nervously on his bottom lip.
Noticing Stiles was deep in thought, Master signaled for the servants to come with the food, making a come here gesture with his hand.
The wait staff moved quickly and brought over items to the table simultaneously. One brought a big basket of fresh fruit and placed it in the center of the table, another brought over freshly baked pastries, and two other servants came over to Stiles and Derek placing a silver tray down and lifting the cover, revealing a plate of sunny side up eggs, sausage, bacon, and some toast with butter.
"Oh wow, this looks incredible. Thank you, Master." Stiles said, before taking a big bite out of a sausage and moaning in delight.
"Don't get too excited Pet, save some of that hunger for tonight." Derek voiced with a smirk, loving the pink blush that filled Stiles's cheeks.
"Sorry, I guess I'm pretty hungry. It tastes a lot better than that bland porridge I was getting before."
Derek nodded in understanding and took a sip of his coffee.
Stiles took a little bit of everything. A bite of sausage, a nibble of bacon, a spoonful of egg, and a piece of toast, munching away in pure bliss, enjoying his food high. He then glanced over in his Master's direction, noticing he barely touched his food, if at all, and frowned.
"Master?"
Derek looked up from his coffee to Stiles once more.
"What is it, Pet?"
"Aren't you hungry? You barely touched your food."
Derek glanced down at the uneaten meal with a lack of interest.
"I'm not much of a breakfast person. I haven't been since…" Derek tensed up as a thought hit him, stopping himself from finishing his sentence.
"Well, let's just say it's been a long time since I enjoyed a full meal."
"Really?" Stiles asked shocked.
"Enough talk, finish your food before it gets cold," Derek ordered.
Stiles took one more bite, suddenly not feeling so hungry anymore. The light conversations stopped altogether, and the once flirty atmosphere changed to a tense one. The only thing that could be heard was silverware clinking against plates, and cups being set back down on the table with a slight clunk after each sip.
"I know what it's like Master, I know it's not easy, but it gets easier as time goes on, I mean, maybe easier is not the right word, but you learn to deal with it and eventually heal." Stiles voiced, filling the quietness that once filled the room.
"What are you even babbling about, Pet?" Derek asked somewhat annoyed, drumming his fingers against the countertop once more.
"Losing family, I lost my mother many months ago. I can't imagine what losing a whole fam…"
Stiles stopped short, realizing his mistake, seeing the anger build up in his Master's form as he started to pant with rage.
"I'm going to kill them," Derek claimed as he roughly pushed his chair out from under the table, letting it screech against the floor in protest, before leaning over the table with his palms flat against the surface, staring at Stiles with daggers in his eyes.
Stiles gulped and found himself looking down at his plate, trying to avoid his intense gaze.
"Who told you?" Derek ordered.
"What? No one, I just assumed." Stiles said in a soft voice, as he poked his leftover eggs with his fork, trying to backpedal over his comment.
"Do not lie to me Stiles, I know when you are lying. I can hear your heart beating." Derek snapped, clenching his hand into a fist before punching the table, causing it to shake under his force.
Stiles flinched at his violent ways and curled up into the chair, holding his legs to his chest and hiding his face in fear.
"It was the maid, wasn't it? That Penelope." He said through clenched teeth.
Stile's eyes open at the mention of the maid's name coming from Derek's mouth. He looked up at his Master, worried for the maid's safety.
"Please, she didn't mean any harm. I was the one that asked about your past."
Master took off down the hall once he got the confirmation on the maid that blabbed. Stiles followed quickly behind trying to stop him.
"Derek, please," Stiles begged.
Derek stopped short, turning around with a threatening look on his face.
Stiles gulped as he stormed over to him, getting close to his face, and letting his hot breath fan over him.
"Only members of my pack can address me as so. You do not have that privilege, to you, I am Master and you will address me as such, got it."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He snapped.
"Yes, Master."
Derek nodded, before turning around and heading further down the hallway, leaving Stiles standing by the staircase with a feeling of dread.
"What did I do?" Stiles said to himself, as he covered his face with his hands.