Note:
This chapter goes into the past, focusing on the day Derek's family died from Derek's POV. It also goes into how Derek and Peter's sexual arrangement came to be. At first, I wasn't going to write the actual sexual rape/abuse Derek endures from his uncle, but then I thought, what the hell. This story is taboo and dark and it might help readers understand the situation more.
As well as, why Derek is so uncomfortable around his uncle but at the same time, still considers him as part of his family. I figured The abuse/arrangement would have been a more gradual thing that takes place over time, where Peter starts off teasing and possibly flirting with his nephew in the beginning, and worked his way up from that.
This chapter is dark, it's maddening to see what Derek goes through/puts up with. Peter is a sick, sick man. You have been warned.
This is the longest chapter I have ever made, over 9,000 words. Holy crap! Never thought I would see the day. Enjoy!
It wasn't often the Hale family had time as a whole, to sit down for a meal and spend the day together but Sundays were their special family days just for that. It was the one day of the week the family would share meals together, hunt for food together, and share conversations about what everyone was up to. It was also the one-day Talia was able to be a mother and a wife.
As a pack leader, Talia had to divide her time, spending the majority of it with her pack. She wasn't able to be there for her children when they got bruises or cuts, and bandage them up giving them kisses and hugs in comfort, she wasn't able to play with them around the manor or even tuck them in at night. She had to dedicate her time to the duty of protecting werewolves, her family, as well as her heritage.
It was a promise she made to her father on his deathbed. One she had planned to keep. It was a big undertaking that took a lot of strength to endure both mentally and physically. Sometimes, she felt she barely knew her kids, but it was a sacrifice she had to make.
Normally, the eldest son would take his place as the pack leader. However, Talia's father didn't see Peter fit to be one. He never took anything seriously, he rather play games and have the freedom to do his own thing than be weighted down with responsibilities. Talia was the mature, respectful one and had a passion for helping her kind, as well as, keeping the Hale legacy alive. She had hopes that one day, her son Derek would be the next leader.
Talia sat at the dining room table with her family. Well, most of the Hale family anyway. Her two younger sons sat to the left of her. Henry, age eight, with short auburn hair, brown eyes, and chubby cheeks, and Vincent, ten, who also sported short brown hair but instead of brown eyes, he had green like his father.
Her handsome husband Samuel, with short black hair, a manly face, and emerald green eyes, sat at the head of the table, across from her. There were also two empty chairs to the right of Talia, one for her older brother Peter, who insisted on being late to everything, and another spot for her eldest son, Derek, who had just recently turned sixteen.
Talia wore her chestnut brown locks in a messy bun, held up with a metal barrette with the family crest, a triskelion symbol engraved into it. Her dark brown eyes shined with purpose and duty. Her face was decorated with just the light brown freckles that sat on her nose, and the natural pink of her lips.
She glanced over at her youngest in frowned, seeing that most of the porridge he was eating, or rather trying to eat, was ending up slopped onto the tabletop rather than placed into his mouth.
"Henry, watch what you're doing. You're making a mess over there. Eat over your bowl." She instructed.
"I can't help it, Mommy. The oats keep falling." The young boy said, with a shrug, taking a mouthful as some leaked out on his face in the process.
She huffed in annoyance and turned her attention to her other child, who was sitting next to her youngest.
"Vincent, help your brother clean up this mess."
"Why? He has two hands."
"What did you just say to me, did you just talk back to your mother?" Talia snapped, giving her son a cautioning look.
"No," He answered in a soft whisper, looking down at his bowl of porridge in shame.
"Look Mommy, I cleaned it myself. I'm a big boy now." Henry said, showing his oatmeal-covered hands and a messy smudged table surface.
"Henry, oh my god. Look at this mess. Your hands are filthy."
"Oops." The young boy said, looking at his dirty fingers, before bringing them down to wipe on his white shirt.
"No, not your shirt!" Talia exclaimed, seeing the smeared oats on her son's once-cleaned top.
She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cover her face, as she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm her fragile nerves, not wanting to yell at her son in frustration. He was only a boy after all. She wasn't used to teaching young kids. Talia was used to training teenagers, as a pack leader. Ones that didn't make such silly mistakes as spilling food. It was her husband's job to be the main caretaker.
"Sorry, Mommy."
Samuel stiffened a laugh under his breath, which Talia heard, and glanced over in his direction. Her brown eyes met his green ones, seeing a playful smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this. Seeing his wife, who often had so much control and influence over people, struggle to exert her authority over her own sons. It was only a taste of what Samuel had to endure on a weekly basis, raising a pair of wild boys, and a teenager on his own for the most part.
It was at that moment, Talia realized she wasn't the only one who had to make sacrifices for the family. She was married to a beautiful man, who was full of love and patience. He was willing to give up his freedom to be the one to do everything she couldn't. He was the one who would help the kids eat, and clean spills they made, the one that comfort them when they got hurt, and wrapped up wounds. He also was the one to help teach them basic skills, and the one to kiss them good night. Samuel even took the time to wake up early morning when the kids were still asleep, or stayed up late at night, long after his sons drifted off, just so he could spend a few moments with his wife.
A servant came over taking Henry's bowl and silverware away, trying to avoid any further messes, and headed to the kitchen to clean up. Another, older maid headed over to the child.
"I'll take care of him, mam." She said, guiding the young boy out of his seat.
"Thank you, Eleanor. Can you take Vincent as well?"
"No problem, mam."
"What, what did I do?" He asked, folding his arms into his chest with a frown on his face.
"Please Vincent, don't argue. I need you both to clean up before we head out, now do as I say."
"You heard your mother, Vincent." Samuel pitched in.
The boy let out a frustrated sigh before getting up and pushing his chair into the table.
"Come on, young man," Eleanor voiced warmly, gesturing for the other boy to join her, as she continued on her way to the washroom.
He slowly trailed behind, exiting the room.
"What a mess." Talia sighed looking down at the table.
"Don't worry, love. I have it," Samuel assured her, getting up from his spot with his napkin in hand, walking past the spill on the table, and instead, heading over to her.
He leaned down and gave his stressed wife a sweet peck on the tip of her nose, causing her to crack a smile.
"Oh god, who died?" Peter asked coming into the room, noticing the mess.
He took his seat next to his sister, and placed his napkin on his lap, as he watched Samuel start to clean the table.
"Don't we have servants for that?" He voiced in disgust.
"It's good to stay humble Peter. Maybe you should come around more often, you might learn something," Samuel replied.
"Don't be ridiculous," Peter said before snapping his fingers to get a servant's attention.
It was now Talia's turn to stiffen a laugh. Her husband caught sight of it, enjoying her relaxed state, and leaned down giving her a quick peck on the lips.
"Good as new." He claimed, gesturing to the now clean table, in which, his wife nodded in approval.
Samuel handed off the dirty napkin to a willing maid, and thanked her before heading back to his seat.
At his persistence of snapping his fingers, one of the servants headed over to Peter's seat and placed a plate of food down for him.
"So where is Derek? Don't tell me he finished his meal already." He said, before taking a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
"He hasn't come down yet. I'm going to go check on him. Excuse me." Talia replied, before getting up from her seat and walking out of the room.
"Look at that. I'm not the last one after all," Peter said smugly, grabbing his juice and taking a sip.
Samuel ignored him as he brought his coffee up to his mouth.
He never did care for his wife's brother. There was just something about Peter that rubbed him the wrong way. Perhaps, it was his lack of responsibility, coming and going as he pleased, while his sister worked away, trying to keep everything and everyone in the pack afloat. Or maybe it was Peter's arrogant disposition and the need to belittle everyone around him. Or the way he weaseled his way into his eldest son's life, forming a bond he couldn't quite understand. Whatever the reason, he tolerated him for his wife's sake.
Talia headed out to the main entrance where the staircase was, glancing up at her eldest son's room, noticing the door was still closed.
"Derek, your breakfast is getting cold, come down at once!" She called up the stairs.
A few minutes later, a tired-looking teen walked out fully dressed, looking like a younger version of his father, with green eyes and jet-black hair.
"Did you just wake up, young man?" Talia asked as the teen came down to the main floor.
"No?" Derek answered, blushing slightly.
"Derek, punctuality is important in this world. You must work on being on time to functions, especially if you plan to become a leader of a pack one day." His mother lectured.
"What about Uncle Peter? He is late all the time. I don't see you getting on his case about it?" Derek argued, as the pair headed back into the dining room.
"I'm the exception to that rule," Peter smirked.
"Oh, brother," Talia remarked, giving him a disappointed look as she took her seat.
Derek took his spot between his father and uncle, as his plate of food came over.
Just as he was about to dig in, Peter leaned down to his ear and whispered. "Don't mind your mother, my sister loves to get on everyone's case for not being as perfect as her, but she's all talk."
The teen chuckled.
"What did you tell my son, Peter?" Talia asked giving her brother a warning look.
"Oh, nothing, sis. Just catching up with my favorite nephew."
"Uh-huh." She replied, in disbelief before bringing up her cup of tea to take a sip.
"My, my, you're bulking up nicely Derek," Peter said, ignoring the food on his plate, giving his nephew his full attention as he began to grab and feel up the teen's bicep muscle through his shirt.
"Oh, thanks. I try to keep fit and work out when I can, but I still have a long way to go if I plan to reach anywhere near your muscle mass." He said shrugging before taking a bite of bacon.
"It just takes dedication, effort, and an intense exercise regimen. If you ever need a pointer or two, let me know. I love using a good workout to blow off some steam, nothing quite like it." Peter voiced, moving his gentle squeezes down his nephew's arm.
"Sure, sounds nice. Thanks, Uncle Peter."
"Don't mention it." He replied before reaching down and giving the teen's somewhat muscular thigh a squeeze through his shorts.
Derek jumped slightly in surprise but decided to let it go, as Peter returned his attention to his plate of food and acted like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
However, it didn't stop his parents from noticing their son's jumpiness.
"Derek, are you okay?" Talia asked from across the table.
"What...uh. Yes, I just took a bite out of my eggs and they were pretty hot. I burnt the roof of my mouth, hate when that happens." He lied, not wanting to make a big deal out of nothing.
Samuel could make out a slight raise in his son's heart rate as he answered, the clear sign of a lie. Being a human lie detector was just one of the many benefits of being a werewolf.
The pause his wife gave, told him that she too, had heard the tremble but for whatever reason decided to let it go.
"Very well. Finish up your food. We are heading to the woods soon and I would like us all to leave in a timely manner. I'm going to check on your brothers and make sure they are cleaned up." Talia voiced before getting up and leaving the room once again.
Peter watched amused as his nephew ate, shoving bits of eggs down his throat and taking big bites out of his toast, before washing it down with some orange juice.
"Someone has a big appetite. I like that. it will help you grow big and strong."
Samuel eyed Peter from his spot questioningly. Noticing the sudden mood shift in his son. One minute he was talkative, joking with his uncle, and the next, he was somewhat reserved and fully concentrated on the meal in front of him. Sure, he could have just been hungry or following his mother's orders, but it felt like there was more to the story. One he wanted to get to the bottom of.
"Peter, I need to have a word with you." He said sternly, getting up from his seat.
"Me?" He asked confused, raising an eyebrow.
"Now," Samuel demanded, as he headed out to the hall.
"What is it, Sammy?" Peter teased, slapping a hand on the man's shoulder.
Samuel pushed his hand off and narrowed his eyes on him.
"It's Samuel." He corrected.
"Yeah, sure. What was so important you called me out here for?" Peter asked.
"I don't know what just happened in there, but I'm betting you had something to do with it."
"I have no clue what you are talking about Sam."
If I see you so much as touch my son in a questioning way again, I will not hesitate to bury you in the family garden, do you understand me?" He snapped.
"Are you jealous that I have a closer relationship with Derek than you do? It must suck to know your son whom you have been raising since he has been in diapers, looks up to me instead of you. And as for being touchy with your son, well, I'm affectionate with those I care about. I would never purposely hurt him. You on the other hand, I never cared for." Peter retorted.
"I'm warning you. You are on thin ice." Samuel said harshly, poking him in the chest.
"Is that all? I'm missing bonding time with my nephew." Peter stated, before walking back to the dining area.
Samuel clenched his hands in a fist, feeling his jaw tighten up.
"Everything okay?" Talia asked, coming up from behind and sliding her hand over her husband's arm, causing him to open his hand up, letting his wife intertwine her fingers with his, in a loving hold.
"Yes, just putting your brother in his place."
Talia moved around to face her upset husband giving him a sweet kiss on the mouth.
"Will you two ever get along?"
"With that entitled, cocky asshole? Doubtful."
"Hey. I know my brother can be difficult at times but he is still my brother." Talia voiced sweetly, cradling her husband's face in her hands, trying to calm him down.
"I know but I don't trust him. I don't like the idea of him hanging out with Derek, alone." Samuel stressed, causing Talia to tense up.
"What do you mean? Did something happen?" She asked on edge, removing her hands from her husband's face.
"No, it's…it's just a feeling, a sickening feeling I have. I see the way your brother acts and treats people and… "Samuel looked into his wife's confused and equally concerned eyes.
"Forget it, I'm just being paranoid. I don't know what I'm saying. I guess, I'm just stressed about training and our sons growing up so fast. I just don't want anything bad to happen to them."
Talia smiled up at her husband, "I love how protective you are of our family, and nothing bad will ever happen as long as we stick together. Which, unfortunately, includes my annoying brother as well. I know Peter can come off weird and insensitive at times, but he's completely harmless. And I know it must be hard for you to see Derek bond with him so well, but you have to remember, he is his cool uncle Peter, that lets him get away with stuff we wouldn't normally allow. But you, you will always be the most important figure in his life. I mean, besides me."
Samuel chuckled and wrapped his arms around his wife as a warm smile spread to his lips, "Is that right?"
"Uh-huh. Now help me gather the kids so that we can head out," Talia replied, playfully pushing on her husband's chest to break their embrace.
"Everyone knows their role, right?" Talia asked within the deep brush of the woods.
"Hunting rabbits, dear," Samuel replied sweetly.
"I meant the boys." She said turning her attention to her younger children, making sure they were paying attention.
"Oh yeah, I knew that," Samuel said with a chuckle.
"So, what are we doing boys?" Talia asked kneeling down to their level.
"Watching you Mommy," Henry said excitedly.
"And?" She questioned, turning to her other boy expectantly.
"Staying close," Vincent replied in a bored tone.
"Yes, always stay close to Mommy and Daddy, the woods are not safe for kids." She cautioned, before taking hold of both her son's small hands in hers, guiding them further out into the woods where the hunting would take place.
"Are you coming, Derek?" His father asked, looking back, noticing the teen was not moving from his spot.
"Uh, I already know how to rabbit hunt. I think I'll go explore a little bit and collect some wood for the fireplace."
"I don't want you wandering off alone son, you heard what your mother said about it being unsafe."
"Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore, a monster is not going to get me." The teen argued.
"I'll go with Derek," Peter said, coming up from behind the teen.
"See, problem solved," Derek voiced, giving his dad a small pat on the shoulder.
"No. I don't want you going with him." Samuel said narrowing his eyes at the man.
"Who? Uncle Peter? Why?" Derek asked confused.
"Yes, please tell us. I would like to know what is so scary about me." Peter voiced amused, coming closer to the pair talking.
"The forest is not safe for someone who hasn't been trained to fight, Derek hasn't learned how to defend himself," Samuel stressed.
"Perhaps, I can teach him a few fighting moves along the way. I know my fair share." Peter claimed with a smug grin on his face.
"That would be great. I would love to learn from the best." Derek gushed, causing his father to frown.
"Son," Samuel called out to him, before he could leave.
"Yeah, Dad?" he asked, seeing the concern on his father's face but he wasn't sure what for.
"Just be careful." He stressed.
"Don't worry, Dad, I will."
Samuel caught up to his wife and his young boys just as they reached their destination.
"Where's Derek?" Talia asked, noticing her husband had come alone.
"He wanted to join his uncle Peter and collect wood." He replied with a frown on his face.
She gave her husband a small smile, and his arm a loving squeeze. "I know that wasn't easy for you but thank you, for giving my brother the benefit of the doubt."
Samuel shook his head in understanding before turning his attention to their other kids.
"Are you boys ready to learn how to transform into your inner wolf?"
"Yay!" The kids collectively cheered and their eyes grew big with excitement causing Samuel to laugh at their response.
Talia waited for the boys to calm down before starting her lesson.
"Ok, listen up boys, this is very important. The first step I want you to do is spread your legs a bit and close your eyes."
The pair did as told and waited for further instructions.
Samuel watched amused, as the boys follow their mother's every word closely.
"Next step, think of something that relaxes you and take a step forward," Talia directed, before following her own advice, shifting into a large brown wolf.
The boys followed suit, changing into two brown wolf cubs, celebrating as they did, jumping around on their front paws, and barking proudly at each other.
Talia trotted behind a nearby bush and slowly transformed back into human form. Samuel quickly gathered her clothes off the ground before coming over and handing them to her.
Once fully dressed, she walked over to her cubs grabbing their attention once more.
"Okay boys, pay attention. To turn back into a human, closed your eyes again, and think about taking a step in human form."
The boys did as told and soon they morphed back into kids again.
"Cool!" Vincent said Excitedly.
Again! Again! Henry voiced happily, jumping up and down.
Talia smirked amused as her naked sons celebrated their victory.
Samuel made quick work, coming over to them with clothes in hand, and helping them get dressed.
"That's enough for now. You don't want to abuse your power, and remember boys, it's important that no one sees you shift. People in town do not know about werewolves. They wouldn't understand and would likely feel threatened. It's crucial we keep our wolf side secret for our well-being. You understand?"
Yes, Mommy. Henry quickly replied.
Vincent? She asked arching an eyebrow at her older son.
Yeah. He voiced a bit bummed out.
Suddenly, a noise in the bushes grabbed the group's attention. Distinctively, Talia moved her kids behind her, and her husband came to stand next to her in support, ready to attack anyone that threatened their family.
Moments later, a white rabbit came hopping out, sniffing around as it observed its surroundings.
Talia smirked as the furry critter came into view, and Samuel's once tense form, relaxed.
"Watch Mommy, boys." She said transforming back into a wolf.
The rabbit froze up, standing on its hind legs as the wolf slowly approached, circling the creature.
Scared, the cottontail took off, darting into some thick bushes.
Samuel watched with a smile on his face as his wife followed after the rabbit, completely in her element, disappearing into the shrubs.
"Yay, Mommy!" Henry voiced as he eyed the bushes.
"Can we hunt rabbits too?" Vincent turned and asked his father eagerly.
"Not today, next time. One step at a time. Come on boys, let's collect some berries." Samuel said leading the pair over to a bush full of wild fruit.
"So what move are you going to show me, Uncle Peter?" Derek asked as they walked further into the forest finding a spot to look for wood.
"I love your excitement for action, I was the same way at your age. In fact, I'm still that way." He said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, my dad hates fighting. He's all about peace, which I respect, but sometimes fighting is the only answer."
"Exactly. I knew I liked you for a reason," Peter said, slapping a hand on the teen's shoulder as Derek chuckled.
"Oh, you're so tense. Are you stressed about something?"
The teen shrugged. "I'm a teen who is going to be a pack leader one day, what's not to stress about?"
"Come here and sit down, let me give you a little massage."
"That's ok, Peter, you don't have to. I'll be fine."
"I insist," Peter said, pushing his nephew down by the shoulders, and forcing him to sit on a log.
"Okay."
Peter sat next to him and used one hand to work on his neck, kneading it with his fingers, causing the teen to slump forward with closed eyes, letting out a sigh.
"Good, huh?"
"Mmm, yes, it's nice."
Peter used his other hand to grip Derek's thigh, causing the teen to sit up tensely, full-on alert.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his uncle just smiled amused, and began to massage the teen's thigh.
"Did you know, you carry most of your stress in your thighs?" Peter claimed, rubbing deeply into the teen's flesh.
"No, I… I didn't know that."
"So, tell me, Derek, are you and Paige sexually active?"
"What?" Derek blushed deeply, backing away from his uncle's touch, as he moved further down the log to give himself some much-needed space.
"I can't discuss that with you, you're my uncle." The teen argued.
"Why not? We are both men, and we both have needs. Not to mention, I have years of experience, I could help you with any tips you may need."
"Well, it just happened recently. On my sixteen birthday to be exact." The teen confessed, as his cheeks filled up with color.
Peter scooted closer to Derek, closing any space that the teen had created moments ago.
"I knew it. Tell me all about it." He insisted as he grabbed his nephew's knee, pushing the boy's legs apart, and sliding his warm hand over the teen's thigh, once more. "Did you move fast and rough, or, slow and deep with your thrusts?" Peter asked intrigued, as he began rubbing his nephew's thigh again.
"Uhh, I can't tell you the details, that's private. Paige wouldn't want me to discuss such things."
"How noble of you," Peter remarked as he dipped his fingers into his nephew's shorts, lightly brushing against the edge of his underwear.
"Uhh… can you stop that Uncle, It's starting to weird me out a bit." Derek said tensing up, before pushing Peter's overly friendly hand away, yet again.
"Weird you out, as in, turn you on?" Peter teased, noticing a little tent in the teen's shorts.
Derek blushed a bit.
"I guess you made me a little too relaxed. Don't tell my mom, please." The teen begged, feeling confused and very much ashamed, as he covered his simi-arousal with his hands.
"Don't worry, It will be our little secret," Peter smirked.
Samuel helped his sons fill up a straw basket that was sitting between them on the forest floor, as he plucked small, round purple berries from the bushes.
"How about this one, Daddy?" Henry asked showing him a berry.
"Great son, add it to the pile."
"Moms taking a long time, Dad," Vincent said, looking back at the undisturbed shrubs Talia was last seen leaping past.
Samuel glanced over and started to get worried, knowing his son was right. Fifteen minutes had passed and there was no word or sign of his wife. Talia was an excellent hunter, skilled in taking down almost any prey. The cottontail should have been a walk in the park for her.
He looked back to his boys.
"Vincent, watch your brother. I'll be back soon. You two stick together." Samuel instructed, as he walked off past the bushes and began calling out for his wife.
The two young brothers concentrated on picking berries as their father had asked, and even found a way to make a competition out of it, to see who could collect the most fruit. The pair grabbed at the leaves on the bush, holding tight as they jumped up and down, trying to shake the berries off, some, ending up in the basket as intended, others, on the forest ground beside them. They continued this for a few minutes before quickly growing bored, turning their attention to a yellow butterfly that came fluttering by.
They giggled and walked around trying to catch it, when the insect flew off further down the forest.
"Come on," Vincent said, morphing into a small brown wolf cub, taking off in search of the butterfly.
"Wait, wait for me!" Henry called out, before shifting into another brown cub, and running off toward his brother.
The young wolves playfully leaped across the grass, moving left and right, as they danced along with the flying creature, trying to catch it in their mouths and failing horribly. Both were completely unaware of how far they ventured out, or how close they were coming to the open field that separated them from the townspeople. They had no clue about the danger they were in.
After a while, the cubs gave up on the Butterfly and opted to head back to their parents, only to realize they were lost and very much alone in the middle of the woods. They looked to their right and then to their left, noticing everything looked the same.
Hearing some noises of what sounded like people talking out towards the right of them, the pair headed off in that direction hoping to once again be reunited with their family.
Henry and Vincent trotted out to what looked like an open field, noticing some people further down the way having a picnic on the ground. It was a mother and father with their young daughter.
The cubs came hurrying over, hoping they could help them find their parents.
"Look, Mommy, doggies!" The young girl gushed in excitement as the boys came near.
The mother turned her head to see the wolf cubs and her eyes widened in alarm.
"Those aren't dogs!" She said in a panic, pulling her daughter closer to her.
The boys began moving their mouths to talk, trying to convince the people to help them, not realizing that the family couldn't understand them in their wolf form, and that instead, they were growling and snapping their teeth at them.
"Ethan, do something?!" The wife yelled, and the young girl screamed out in fear, as one of the boys jumped up placing his paws on the girl.
"Get!, Get!" The man shouted, as he kicked one of the wolves hard in the side, causing it to fall back and whimper in pain. The other cub growled at the people and threatened to charge.
The family quickly made their escape, running off down the field over to their car, as the other wolf joined his brother on the ground, trying to comfort him.
"Talia!"
"Talia?!" Samuel called out into the woods, looking to the left and right of him, not seeing any signs of the rabbit or his wife.
He walked further down seeing another thick brush and walked through it when his eyes landed on the familiar brown wolf he had known to love. She turned around to face him, showing off the limp white critter hanging out the side of her mouth.
He lets out a sigh of relief just as Talia morphed back to human form, holding the rabbit in her hand proudly.
"Got it. You didn't think I could catch it, did you?" She said playfully, coming closer.
"I never doubted you for a second."
"Uh huh." She gave him a knowing smile, before leaning in and giving her husband a sweet kiss.
She slowly backed away and looked behind him. "Where are the kids?"
"Collecting berries."
"You left them alone?!" She voiced upset, as she quickly changed back into her clothes.
"Relax, they are just beyond the bushes," Samuel said, trying to ease his wife's worry.
"Boys, come here!" He called out.
Silence.
"Boys?!"
"Damn it!" Talia exclaimed, storming off.
Samuel quickly followed on her tail.
"Take off your shirt," Peter ordered.
"What?" Derek said taken aback, wrapping his arms around his torso protectively.
Well, if I'm going to be helping you get in tip-top shape, I need to see what I'm working with." Peter explained.
"I don't like showing off my body, I'm not built, like you."
Peter smiled smugly at the mention of his great physique. "Not everyone can look like me, but I'm sure it's not that bad, you do carry the Hale genes after all. Let me have a look." He said, moving his nephew's hands out of the way and lifting his shirt up to his shoulders, eyeing the boy's chest.
"Wow, look at those abs. Someone is being modest."
"It's nothing really, just some crunches." Derek replied, squirming a bit as his uncle ran his hand teasingly slow over his tone stomach, before reaching up and flicking a nipple, making it hard.
"Ow! Careful, I have sensitive nipples," The teen said, covering the bright pink hardened bud with his hand.
"Is that right?" How about this?" Peter asked intrigued, as he playfully twisted the boy's other nipple, getting a moan in response.
Peter smirked as the boy's eyes widened in embarrassment, clamping his mouth shut with his hand.
"It's okay, Derek. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should tell Paige, I'm sure she would find it sexy." Peter claimed, before pulling the teen's shirt back down and resting his hand back on his nephew's thigh.
The boys waited and waited, hoping their parents would come and find them at any second, but that didn't happen.
Instead, a couple of cars pulled up, one, a cop car and the other, an animal control truck. The man from earlier had returned with the sheriff in tow, a fellow cop, and a young lady with dirty blonde, long hair, holding a heavy-duty rifle in her hand.
"All of a sudden a pack of wolves showed up out of nowhere and tried to attack my family." The man rambled on to the sheriff, still traumatized from the earlier events, as they walked over to the edge of the field.
"They are quite vicious creatures, you fight them off and they just keep coming back for more, until one of you are dead." The young woman chimed in, as she loaded her gun with bullets and then slide it close with a loud click, before aiming it out into the distance looking through the eyehole.
"Careful with that gun, there could be people hiking out there. Are you sure you know how to handle that thing, Kate?" The sheriff asked.
The blonde dropped the rifle down to her side and turned to address the older man.
"Sheriff, I might be young but I know how to handle myself. My family has a long history with these dangerous creatures, they taught me well." She bragged.
"And if she doesn't know how to shoot, I certainly do." The sheriff's newest deputy said, raising his firearm.
"Don't, do that. Put it down, Parrish, before you shoot someone's ear off," John stressed, placing his hand on the younger man's gun, and lowering it to ground level.
"What? I'm back up."
The sheriff ignored his partner and turned his attention back to the witness.
"Well, Ethan, where are these wolves you were talking about?" He asked, as he looked across the field, trying to make out any sudden movements.
"Look, they're right over there!" The guy said, pointing to the two cubs out in the distance, panting away in stress, not moving from their spot.
John squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look.
"Those are just wolf cubs. They're harmless."
"Harmless. Ha." Kate laughed harshly, "Where there are cubs, there are larger, more dangerous wolves ready to attack, and kill if necessary." She moved into position bringing her rifle back up to rest against her shoulder and placed an eye in front of the glass lens, moving her free hand down to adjust the dial on the zoom, giving her a clear picture of the fluffy creatures.
"It's true. Those cubs are dangerous, they snarled at my family and tried to bite my little girl. I think they might have rabies." The man claimed.
"We can't take any chances. I have a clear shot. I'm taking it." Kate said, before placing her finger on the trigger.
The sheriff's eyes widened when he saw one of the wolves get up limping, noticing it was already hurt.
"Wait, don't!" He yelled, just as a shot was fired.
"Henry!? Vincent!?" Talia called out, heading over to where she last saw her younger sons, seeing nothing but a basket of abandoned berries on the ground and the boy's clothes spread out on the forest floor.
"They shifted," She said panicked, holding one of her sons' shirts tightly in her hands, looking out toward the endless trees ahead.
"Boys?!" Samuel called out once more in worry, hearing only his voice echo back to him.
Just then, a gunshot went off in the distance causing the pair to tense up.
"Oh my god." Samuel voiced, as Talia quickly morphed back into a brown wolf taking off in search of her kids.
"Talia, don't!" He called out after his wife, before transforming into a black wolf and going after her.
"What's that?" Derek asked on edge, looking out to the forest as the sound of a gunshot filled the air.
"It's probably nothing, a poacher shooting a deer or bird flying by. It doesn't sound that close anyway," Peter replied coolly, as he ran his fingers teasing across his nephew's upper thigh.
"That sounded close." The teen voiced, as he flinched under his uncle's touch, pushing his hand off his leg.
"Are you scared? Do you need your big, strong uncle to protect you?" Peter teased, as he started to tickle Derek's sides, causing the teen to squirm.
"No, no, Uncle, Uncle!" He chuckled as Peter suddenly brought his movements to a halt and slid his hand back down his nephew's thigh.
Derek gave him a questioning look.
"Are you ready for your first lesson?" Peter asked eagerly.
Before the teen could reply, another shot rang out, echoing.
"That's closer," He said, whipping his head around towards the sound.
Peter tensed up and moved away from his nephew, standing up.
"Wait here." He instructed, as he morphed into a wolf, running off through the trees and leaving Derek all alone.
Minutes ticked by as Derek waited for his uncle's return with news. The woods seemed quiet, too quiet. Then suddenly, more gunshots rang out.
"Peter?" The teen called out, feeling scared and very much alone.
Worried for his family's safety, Derek morphed into wolf form and took off down the same path his uncle had taken not so long ago.
He ran and ran until he came across a dead end, stopping him in his tracks. The wind blew through the trees taking his uncle's scent off course. Confused and scared, the wolf paced back and forth with his snout up high in the air, trying to get a scent again. He sniffed around in the air and his eyes grew big as the scent of his family mixed with the metallic smell of blood filled his nose.
He quickly took off, sprinting in the direction the strong aroma was coming from, heading out into an open field. The wolf panted in his spot, taking a moment to rest his tired form, just as the wind picked up. The trees swayed, and an intense aroma washed over the wolf as the breeze swept through, ruffling his fur.
He looked out in the distance noticing four heaping piles of something. He moved in close to investigate, only to stop short, noticing the furry forms. There, laying lifeless in the tall golden grass, were Derek's younger brothers and his parents in wolf form.
The black wolf whined as he went around pawing each body, looking and hoping for a sign of life, but all was silent and still.
A howl rippled out of the wolf's mouth in grief and he began to whimper as he lay between his family's dead bodies.
The sound of cars driving off road, heading closer, caught the wolf's attention and he growled wanting to protect his family, even in death, and stand his ground, but as the vehicles grew nearer, the wolf ran off into the woods scared.
Derek morphed back into human form, ignoring the loose tears that fell down his cheeks as he found his clothes, and with shaky hands quickly put them back on, trying to control the building emotions he felt deep in his chest. He turned back to the scene in front of him, as he hid behind a tree.
In the distance, he could see the town sheriff talking to another man in a white medical coat, who looked to be a veterinarian, and then there was another guy in scrubs, holding several dead body bags, moving into the grass to cover the deceased wolves.
He wanted to lash out at the men and guard his family but he was afraid to go alone. In a pack, he would surely stand a chance, but by himself, he was vulnerable. He gripped the tree tightly, letting his claws dig into the bark in anger, his long nails, scratched down the side, marking it up.
Suddenly a hand grabbed his shoulder. He let out a gasp and looked behind him scared, when his eyes met his uncle's shirtless form. He quickly hugged him, upset, scared, and feeling alone.
"Come on, let's go," Peter said, breaking the teen's hold on him, limping with each step he took.
"You're hurt." Derek voiced concern, seeing a bullet wound on the side of his uncle's stomach, gushing out blood.
"I'll live."
Without a second thought, the teen took off his top, and pressed it against the wound on Peter's side. The older man winced in pain and let out a grunt before taking the shirt from his nephew's grip, holding it close to his bleeding flesh.
"Thanks. Let's get out of here," Peter stressed.
Derek grabbed his uncle's free hand, wrapping it around his neck, letting him lean against him as they made their way back to the manor.
( Months Later )
Derek had many tough nights after his family died but he had Paige's support and love to get him through it, until he didn't. When Paige died, Derek became a mess. He couldn't sleep at night; he kept tossing and turning and had nightmares nonstop. He hated the dark because that was when his mind was the loudest, plaguing the teen with images of his family and his mate. Every time he closed his eyes images of them popped up as if he was watching a movie on a projector screen that he couldn't get away from. And the newfound silence that came into his life was unbearable.
"Uncle, I can't sleep, could I…could I sleep in here with you? I don't want to be alone." Derek said from the doorway.
Peter glanced over at the teen from his bed, eyeing him up.
"I could use some consoling too, nephew. Will you console me as well? He asked, rubbing his hard cock beneath the sheets, unbeknown to the teen.
"Yes, uncle."
"Good boy. Come here. Give your uncle a big hug." Peter requested, removing the sheets and revealing his standing cock.
Derek looked away embarrassed and weirded out. "Uhh, you're… you're naked."
"Oh yes, I always sleep naked. I tend to get hot during the night. That's not a problem, is it? I would hate to think two mature guys can't share a bed, naked."
"Uhh…I guess not." Derek said awkwardly, walking over to the side of the bed. He couldn't help but eye his uncle's swollen cock, noticing how much bigger it was compared to his.
"Admiring my cock, I see," Peter smirked, gripping it in his hand.
"What? No, I wasn't. I just can't believe how big it is. Sorry." Derek replied feeling his cheeks fill up with color, before getting adjusted on his side of the mattress.
"I don't mind Derek, in fact, I love flattery. You can look at my cock as much as you want." He said with a wink.
The teen forced a chuckle feeling nervous.
"How about that hug?" Peter asked, opening his arms wide.
Derek scooted closer and wrapped his arms around his uncle, careful to keep a space between their lower halves.
"Mmm, this is nice, isn't it?" Peter said through closed eyes, holding the teen tightly to his chest.
"Yes, it is." Derek had to admit, it did feel nice having a secure, warm hold on him, even if his uncle was indeed naked.
"Give me your hand," Peter said during the hug, taking one of the teen's hands, grabbing it by the wrist.
Derek was about to ask what his uncle was doing when he suddenly felt hardened flesh in his hand, he gasped and tensed up.
"What are you…"
"Shh, it's ok, I got you." He consoled the younger man, pressing the teen close to him with one hand on his back, while his other, covered his nephew's hand, which was placed on top of his cock, forcing him to grip it and moved it up and down in a jerk motion.
"Uhh. There you go, just like that. Yes, stroke it like that." He whispered huskily in his nephew's ear.
"I…I don't understand." Derek stressed trying to pull away but finding it damn near impossible with his uncle's tight hold.
Peter noticed and allowed the boy to back away, watching amused as the teen placed a nearby pillow as a barrier between the two before curling himself up into a ball.
"Derek, you said you would help console me. The comfort I need is more physical. We are family, Derek. We need to stick together. You don't want to tear the last remaining family you have apart, do you?" Peter coaxed.
"No. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, nephew. We both hurt in our own ways. Now, you help me, and I help you, right?" He said, taking his nephew's hand in his, before placing it back on his cock.
Derek was speechless, he didn't know what to say, or how to react. He just froze up in his spot.
"Come here," Peter said sweetly, opening his arms wide once more for the teen.
Derek reluctantly returned to his uncle's tight hold as he started to slide his hand up and down on Peter's cock, much to his uncle's guidance and encouragement.
"Yes, good boy." He praised next to his nephew's ear, as precum leaked from his cock.
Derek shivered as his uncle's hot breath caressed his neck. He closed his eyes, and blocked out the older man's voice as best as he could, as he continued his lower-hand movements on his uncle.
Peter grabbed the teen's hand slowing him to a stop. Derek opened his eyes to meet his intense blue ones.
"My cock is a bit dry, I think it could use a kiss."
The teen pulled back shocked, "What?"
Peter glanced over at his nephew annoyed, "Kiss it." He ordered, before pushing the teen down the bed by his head, making Derek come eye-to-eye with the creature.
"I…I don't know if I can." He stressed, feeling his eyes start to water.
"Sure, you can. Just close your eyes and open your mouth wide for your uncle."
Derek did as told, just as a tear slid down his cheek. He choked as Peter shoved his full cock deep down the teen's throat without warning.
"Yes, that's it. Uhh, don't stop." He moaned, thrusting wildly into his nephew's mouth as the teen gagged, and gripped the sheets beneath him, trying not to panic with the lack of oxygen.
Peter grabbed Derek's head forcing more of himself further down his throat, as drool leaked from the boy's mouth and tears spilled from his eyes.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! Swallow it all nephew." Peter grunted, shoving his cock repeatedly down the teen's throat as a strong force of liquid shot out like a floodgate, making the boy gasp and then cough as he withdrew from his uncle's firm hold.
He swallowed the thick, salty cum down as told and wiped the excessive drool from the side of his chin, and then, dried his eyes on his shirt, trying to regain his breath.
"Come here, nephew," Peter said, pulling the boy close with their chests smashed together.
Derek felt numb, he couldn't believe what had just taken place. He couldn't believe his uncle could be capable of using him in such a way. The same uncle who told him adventurous stories growing up, The one that made him laugh at his cheesy jokes and bonded with over being different, the man he once admired and hoped to be like one day. The only family he had left.
"You did so well." Peter praised next to the boy's ear.
Derek couldn't hold it in anymore, he broke down and started to sob into his uncle's hold.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here. Uncle Peter is here for you." He said softly, while fondly stroking his nephew's back.
Derek cried himself to sleep that night still wrapped up in his uncle's hold.
After that night, it became routine for the pair.
Derek would go down on his uncle and in return, he was allowed to stay in his uncle's room and be held lovingly until he fell asleep. The teen went through it willingly all so he would never have to be left alone in his thoughts, thinking about Paige or his family. He wanted an escape and as fucked up as it was, Uncle Peter was his escape.
After a while, Peter became generous and Derek became horny as teens often do.
"You want your Uncle Peter to take care of that for you?" He asked huskily against the teen's ear, reaching down and groping his nephew's simi aroused cock through his underwear.
"I… I don't know." Derek said, feeling confused and somewhat grossed out at the thought, yet still turned on.
"I know you want it, just say the words, nephew." Peter teased, squeezing the teen through his briefs, fully awakening his appendage.
"Uhh…fine. Just please, don't talk." The teen requested, pulling his underwear down his legs, as his cock rose up, slapping his stomach.
"Whatever you say, Derek." Peter voiced, before grabbing a hold of his nephew's cock, feeling it twitch in his hand.
He smirked pleased with himself and began a painfully slow rhythm, loving the expressions his nephew was making, wrinkling his face up in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the little gasps that left his mouth, placing his hand on top of his uncle trying to redirect him.
"Faster, please."
"You sure you don't want it slow?" Peter teased, removing his hand, and running a finger over the tip where precum was now leaking.
"Fuck." The teen moaned, sinking down further into the bed, before raising his hips up desperate for relief.
"Please, Uncle." He stressed, with flushed cheeks.
"Your wish is my command."
Peter gripped the teen's cock once more and began pumping it quickly with a vengeance, making it hard for Derek's hips to keep up.
"Oh, shit, oh, shit! Ohhh, I can't take much more uncle!" He called out as he came violently, cumming all over his chest and his uncle's hand.
Peter wiped the sticky substance off his hand and onto the bed sheets, before pulling a panting Derek into his chest.
The teen fell asleep soon after.
It wasn't until two months later, that Derek realized how wrong his uncle's actions were and found his voice.
"Are you ready for your meal, boy?" Peter asked, stroking his swollen cock as Derek stood by the doorway, refusing to budge.
"This isn't right, Uncle."
"I know. You should be in this bed right now, servicing my cock."
"Shut up, you're a disgusting excuse of a human being! This, us, whatever the fuck you call this… it's over!" Derek exclaimed, trying to hold the tears back that were threatening to come.
"I don't understand, we had an agreement," Peter said, getting off the bed and walking over, not caring he was naked or that his cock stood proudly, swinging a bit as he moved.
"A sexual agreement that you manipulated me into! Your own nephew!"
"I'm sorry, am I missing something here? I gave you what you wanted, just as you gave me what I wanted."
"No, I never wanted this! I wanted love, understanding, and comfort, not to be used for your own selfish sexual needs!" The teen yelled, as a tear fell down his cheek.
"You never wanted this? Even when I jerked you off and you called out, cumming like a damn waterfall? Even then?" Peter challenged, raising an eyebrow.
The teen's bottom lip trembled as tears of shame and hurt fell down.
"Derek, I just want to see you happy. Come to your uncle Peter, and let me make you happy," He coaxed, reaching out to the sobbing teen to embrace.
"No!" Derek objected, pushing against his uncle's chest.
"This is done! We are done! I want nothing more to do with you!" He yelled out, turning to exit the room.
"I'm your family Derek, are you really going to shut me out? What would your mother say?"
As much as Derek hated it, his uncle had a point. Peter was the only family he had left, and he still needed his uncle to help him take care of the property, run the servants, pay the bills, and help train the pack members.
"You can stay, but this…" He gestured between them, "This is over."
"Fair enough. Sleep well, nephew." Peter replied, before slamming the door in the teen's face.
It wasn't until Derek turned twenty-one, that he felt confident enough to run everything on his own, and his uncle Peter stepped down, returning back to his own home to live, only coming over for pack meetings, events, and if there was an issue that had arisen.
And that's the way their relationship stayed over the years, estranged and completely fucked up.