Note: Okay, I'm hoping this came out ok. Derek is going to be a bit dark again in this chapter. He doesn't take rejection well. If you remember the last chapter, Stiles still walks a bit on eggshells with Derek, showing his fear of not pleasing the wolf, worried about the repercussions of it. This upsets Derek because he thought the two had grown past this issue. Seeing Stiles's uneasiness around him, he finds himself turning back into himself, letting the monster that was buried deep inside return once more.

"I have some fresh towels," Penelope said, coming into the room with her hands full, only to find Stiles sobbing in bed.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" She asked coming over, quickly setting the cloths down, and taking a seat on the bed by him.

"Derek, he…he doesn't want me anymore." He said breaking down crying.

"What? No, Stiles. That can't be true. I've seen the way he looks at you. I've never seen Mr. Hale look at anyone the way he looks at you."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm sure it is just a misunderstanding."

"I don't know. He just switched so quickly. It scared me. I thought… I thought I was getting through to him but now… I just feel stupid, and he took my son from me." Stiles cried with tears running down his eyes.

"Stiles, please don't cry," Penelope said concerned, as she patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"I can't help it. I don't know if I'll ever get to see my baby again." He sniffled and wiped his tears as they fell.

"Yes, you will. I can bring him to you." She assured.

Stiles looked up at her in surprise, "Really? I don't want you getting in trouble again."

"It's fine. I won't. Your baby is actually with the midwife right now. Mr. Hale took off a while ago. He won't be back till late."

"How can you be so sure?"

"When Mr. Hale is really upset, he has a habit of not returning till night. I learned this from past situations." The maid voiced.

"Well, okay. If it's not too much trouble."

Penelope smiled, "No problem." She quickly left the room to get the baby.

Stiles waited nervously for her return, twiddling his fingers.

"Here he is," She said cheerfully bringing the bundled baby into the teen's arms.

Stiles smiled down at the little brown-eyed baby boy with round cheeks.

"Hey, little guy. I'm your…umm, I guess momma?"

Penelope chuckled as the teen blushed embarrassed.

"I don't know what to call myself."

"How about papa?"

"Papa?"

Stiles looked back down at his son, who widened his eyes, looking up at him. "I'm your papa."

The baby drooled and cracked a smile.

Stiles smiled down at him teary-eyed before meeting Penelope's gaze.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

*Later That Night.*

"Drink, sir?" A servant asked, standing by the front entrance and holding a tray with a glass of hard liquor out to Lord Hale, as he entered the estate again.

Derek grabbed the drink off the tray taking a sip.

"Where is he?" He asked suddenly, before downing the rest of the whiskey.

"Your mate, sir? He's in his room."

"My son," Derek spat.

"Oh, he's in the nursery. The midwife just rocked him to sleep."

"Good." He replied, before placing his now empty cup back on the plate, and started making his way up the steps.

"I should mention, sir, a maid brought the baby up for your mate to see today." The servant claimed.

Derek stopped in his spot and turned to him, "And?"

"And nothing, sir. I just thought you would like to know."

"That's my son's mother, he has every right to see him. Don't you have anything better to do than watch his every move?" He snapped.

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

"Call the whores to the guest chambers. I could use some… entertainment."

"Right away, sir." The worker said with a nod of respect, before taking off down the hall with his Lord's orders in mind.

Derek sat boredly in his chair as two slutty looking women danced sultrily in front of him, dressed in barely there, cheap-looking outfits, as they eyed him with desire and ran their hands on each other, trying to entice him to join.

He brought his cup to his mouth, trying to drink his emotions away, wanting to feel high and numb at the same time, but it wasn't working.

One of the ladies grew bold and came over down on the ground in front of Derek, and began to run her hands up his silk robe, before slipping a hand inside to grab his length.

"Did I say you could touch?!" He snapped, grabbing her wrist roughly before tossing it away.

She rubbed her sore hand and quickly apologized, scooting back.

"Get on the bed and play with each other." He ordered, as he filled his cup back up and took another gulp.

He sat quietly and watched as the women undressed completely, and began making out, touching, and groping at each other everywhere they could, letting out moans and breaths along the way.

Derek downed the rest of his drink before getting out of his chair. He glanced over at the ladies going at it, completely unphased, his cock unaffected as well, as he moved past the action happening on the bed, and walked out of the room.

Master found himself heading to his own chambers where Stiles was fast asleep. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the teen sleep peacefully, and brought a hand up and ran it into the boy's hair.

Stiles let out a pleased sigh and his mouth curved up into a smile.

"Derek." He said softly in his sleep.

Master tensed up at the mention of his name, and quickly took his hand back, quietly leaving the room, so as not to wake the sleeping teen.

He headed back to the guest room to find the hookers passed out on the bed, spread out and naked.

Refusing to join the pair, Derek settled into the armchair and waited for sleep to take over him.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. Stiles got to see his son off and on, but Derek never came in to visit him, much to the teen's disappointment.

"Has Derek named him yet?" Stiles asked as he looked down at his son.

"I think he might have been waiting for you to. I've just been calling him Young Master Hale, and Wolfie." Penelope said with a giggle.

"I was thinking Eli."

"Eli?"

My grandpa's name. He kind of reminds me of him."

The maid smiled warmly. "Eli. I like it."

*A week later*

"Stiles, what are you doing? Are you ok to walk? Penelope asked concerned, as she walked into the room to find the teen with one leg off the bed, attempting to move his other leg over.

"It's been a week. I need to stretch out my legs." The teen voiced, wobbling a bit as he placed his other leg on the ground and leaned against the bed for support.

"Let me help you." She insisted, coming over and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"Thanks, Pen, you're a great friend," Stiles said, placing an arm around her neck for support.

She smiled back. "You too."

The teen spent the day walking around, getting used to using his legs again. Penelope helped him a bit, until she had to go off to complete her daily chores.

Then Stiles was on his own, walking around the inside of the manor, exploring everywhere he could. And before he knew It, it was nighttime.

It was only a matter of time before dinner was called. He made his way down the stairs about to head to the dining area, when he heard voices by the study. And not just any voices, Derek and Peter's.

Stiles hid around the corner by a statue, curious as to what the two were discussing.

"The body didn't seem to fool them. They are still looking for the kid. It's only a matter of time before they find him, Derek. And before they find us." Peter stressed.

"I know that. You don't think I know this?" Derek snapped.

"Maybe it's time we set up a trap and capture the Sheriff."

"Dad?" Stiles whispered to himself in shock.

"No, not yet."

"Are you getting soft, Derek? What happened to killing the kid in front of the Sheriff? You remember you're plan, don't you?"

Stiles gasped, as a tear slid down his cheek.

"I don't like repeating myself, and you know very well what I said." Derek lectured.

"Ok, then, what are we doing, Nephew? What are we waiting for?" Peter asked frustrated.

Scared, Stiles slowly backed up until he heard the sound of a baby cooing. He turned to find he was in front of the nursery, and quickly moved inside, quieting his son's fussing, so as not to draw attention from the others.

"Shush, shush, it's okay." He voiced soothingly, giving the baby a gentle caress of the hand, as he eyed around the room, spotting some clean sheets on a chair.

He grabbed one and wrapped it around his back and midsection a few times, before tying a knot on the side, as if to make a sling.

"Come on, Eli. We have to get out of here. It's not safe." The teen stressed, grabbing his now sleeping son from the crib, and placing him between the sheets and his chest, holding Eli snuggly against him.

Derek and Peter were deep into their discussion when the midwife rushed over interrupting them.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hale, the baby is gone!"

"What?!"

A guard followed suit, rushing down the stairs, "Sir, your mate is gone as well, he's not in his room."

Derek let out a growl and stormed out the front doors of the manor leading outside.

"Lord, the teen took off with the baby, down that way." Another guard voiced.

"And you didn't stop him?!" Derek yelled.

"He said he was getting some air and you approved it. How was I to know?"

Derek took off after a dark figure up ahead, which looked to be the teen.

"Stiles?!" He called out into the darkness.

The figure froze.

"Stiles!"

Hearing his name being called the teen suddenly took off, trying to run faster down the field, noticing flashes of light far up into the forest, moving around.

"Hey! Over Here!" He called out, waving his hands around trying to grab the stranger's attention, with Eli still wrapped up in a blanket, nestled against his chest.

Derek leaped forward and wrestled the teen to the ground, careful not to hurt the baby. Stiles landed on his back and his eyes widened to see a pissed-off, red-eyed Derek on top of him.

"No, no, please!"

"What is wrong with you?! There are men out there after you, enemies of mine, and you leave with my son!" He voiced harshly as the baby started to cry.

"Please." Stiles whimpered as Derek's claws came out.

"Are you trying to make me a madman, a killer?!" He snapped, quickly swiping at the cloth around the teen's chest, loosening it up so he could take the baby out of the confinement of the sheet, holding the crying baby.

"Did you hear that?" A random guy voiced and shined his flashlight over in the direction the pair was. Derek quickly laid flat on his mate and covered Stiles's mouth while holding the baby close to his chest to calm it down and muffle his son's cries, hiding in the high grass, out of plain sight.

The men shined their lights and walked around before getting bored and walking off a safe distance.

Once the men were gone, Derek got off the ground and pulled Stiles up as well, keeping his grip on the teen.

"Take the baby," Derek said to one of his guards, handing him over.

"No, please!" Stiles tried to fight back, pulling back against his Master's hold and trying to reach for his baby at the same time.

"You, come on!" Derek said pissed off, yanking on him by the arm.

"Ow, not so rough, Der… Master. You're hurting me."

Derek huffed and picked Stiles up over his shoulder, in no mood for his antics.

The teen gasped and held on tight as the creature walked back to the manor.

The alpha carried his Pet up the stairs into his room, before putting him down on the ground to stand on his own. Stiles eyed the door, and when the teen was free of the alpha's hold, he made a run for it, only to be stopped by his Master gripping his hair.

Stiles winced as Derek brought his mouth close to his ear, "Make no mistake, Pet, you are mine and I will decide when it is time to use you, and when it is time to dispose of you." He voiced harshly.

"Now, take your pants off and get on the bed with your ass up in the air,

I want to fuck it."

Stiles gasped in surprise as his Master didn't even wait for him, he quickly yanked the teen's pants down and pushed him roughly on the bed, losing patience.

The teen grabbed a nearby pillow, gripped it tightly in his hold until his knuckles were white, and squeezed his eyes shut trying to mentally prepare himself for what was about to take place.

Deaton had warned Derek to take it easy on the teen with their first time back to having sex, since the baby, but Stiles could already tell that wasn't in the cards, not after he just tried to run away. He was about to be punished.

The teen jumped a bit, feeling a cold substance being rubbed around his hole, inside and out, shocked when he realized his Master was actually using lube.

"We don't want you to split in two. Not yet anyway." Derek voiced roughly against his Pet's neck, sending shivers down his spine as he hovered over the teen's weaken body, getting his swollen cock into position.

Stiles took a shaky breath just as the alpha dove his cock in deep, and began pounding into him with a vengeance, grunting along the way. The teen did his best not to cry out, muffling his moans into his pillow.

The bed began to shake under the alpha's rough style, the wooden legs scraping against the ground, and the headboard knocking against the wall, over, and over, and over again.

Stiles moaned loudly into his pillow, feeling his end near. Even in the most fucked up situations Derek never failed to hit the right spots deep inside, making the teen cum.

Stile's body shook from his release, as he spilled his seed on the sheets down below and gasped into his pillow.

Before he could fully recover from his high, the alpha flipped him over onto his back and entered him again.

The teen shuttered as his Master grabbed his chin and all but growled into his face, "You belong to me. You are MINE. Never forget that." He voiced roughly between thrusts, and then released his big load into the teen's weak hole, some cum spilling out and running down onto the bed.

Stiles winced in pain and tears fell down his cheeks, as his Master slid out of his sore hole and tugged on his cock a few more times, letting the remaining droplets fall onto the heaving teen down below, as if claiming the boy as his territory.

"Well?' The Sheriff asked as his two deputies, Parrish and Mason, headed back to the car with flashlights in hand.

"We didn't find anything, false alarm," Mason said, turning off his light.

"Yeah, we thought we heard someone out there, but there was no one in sight, just woods and fields as far as the eyes can see. At one point, I could've sworn I heard a baby cry." Parrish said with a shrug.

"I heard that too." The sheriff replied, deep in thought.

"Maybe it was an animal, you know animal cries sometimes sound like people. Anyway, we should get back. It's getting late." Mason said, pulling his car door open.

"You two go ahead, I'm going to look a little more." The sheriff insisted.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Parrish asked.

"No, no. You and Mason head home. It's late, and I have my own car. It's silly to keep you guys waiting. This shouldn't take long. I just want to look a little more and make sure I didn't miss anything."

"Okay, well, here. Take this." Parrish voiced, giving him his flashlight.

The sheriff started looking in the woods in the dark of the night with only a flashlight and his gun on him.

He glanced around to the left and right and then up at the night sky, full of stars and a full moon shining bright, as a creature made haunting shrieks out in the darkness.

The sheriff quickly shone his light on a nearby tree to find the culprit, a brown feathered owl with big eyes. He let out a breath he was holding, and the owl made one more shriek before flying off further into the woods.

The sheriff calmed his shaky nerves and began moving straight ahead, going further down the trail, moving his flashlight side to side as he walked, when he came across something gold-looking sitting in some foliage.

He moved over to investigate, shining his light, and then bent down shuffling his free hand through the pile of dry leaves, before picking up the solid item in his hand. The sheriff stood back up and shined his light on the piece as his eyes widened at the discovery.

It was an old-fashioned pocket watch with the name Eli, carved onto the back.

"I gave this to Stiles." He said to himself, as he examined it closely.

"You don't say?" Another man voiced.

Startled, The sheriff jumped, dropping the watch back on the forest floor, and then shone his light out ahead to find a man standing in the dark, smirking.

"Are you lost, sir?" The sheriff asked.

"No, but you certainly are, Sheriff." He said smoothly, slowly walking closer.

The sheriff tensed up with one hand on the light and the other reaching for his gun in its holster.

The other man was completely unphased by this, looking quite amused.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Peter. We actually met a long time ago, Sheriff, fifteen years ago to be exact."

"Really? I'm sorry, I don't remember. I usually never forget a face."

"Well, I looked a little different when we met. Let me refresh your memory."

The sheriff's eyes grew big and his hands shook, as the man before him morphed into a big, brown wolf right in front of him.

Fear hit the sheriff as the wolf came closer, snarling at him. He moved to back away but was stopped by two guards grabbing him by the arms.