Note: Here it is, the end. Well, most of it anyway. There will be one more chapter after this, taking place a couple of months later. It will be short and sweet. I promise. Hopefully, the chapter did the story justice, filling in any holes/answering any unanswered questions in the story. Reviews are always welcomed and loved. Any questions, feel free to ask.
WARNING: I make Peter very dark at the end. I felt like I had to make him truly evil for Derek to get that push to actually do something about it. So, Peter lovers beware.
Off-topic: Why do I always have the maids bringing fresh sheets/towels? LOL! Help! it's like I couldn't think of what else a maid would bring to a room. Now that I'm thinking about it, I could have had the maid bring breakfast to the room on one of those serving trays. Oh well.
Anyway, enjoy!
Derek panted in his spot, standing above the teen's small frame on the bed, as he came down from his sex high. He closed his eyes enjoying the last run of the endorphins coursing through his bones, as he slowed down his shaky breathing, letting the silent calm wash over him, and take his anger away with it.
After a moment or two, the wolf opened his eyes, letting his once sex-crazed blurry vision come back into focus. His eyes widened at the scene before him, as he looked down to see the used-up teen on the bed, realizing what he had done.
Stiles lay on the mattress with tear streaks on his cheeks, a startled look on his face, a pink puffy, used-up hole, and the alpha's cum sprinkled all over his body as if the teen was an object, a trophy, completely disposable.
Derek felt ashamed. He let his emotions get the better of him and he reacted. He wanted to fix his wrongs, sickened by his actions but he wasn't sure how to do it. He was never good at verbally expressing himself, he hadn't been for a long time. He only knew how to be physical.
The wolf walked over to the bathroom and turned the knob on the tub, watching as the water came down like a miniature waterfall. He sat on the edge of the porcelain and ran his manly fingers through the water, testing the temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot.
Once it reached the desired level of warmness, the alpha plugged the bottom and let the warm water fall into the large solid mold down below, allowing it to fill up. After a couple of minutes passed, the tub was full and Derek turned the water off.
The wolf turned around to find his mate still lying where he left him.
"Come here, Stiles."
The teen didn't move.
"Come here, now," Derek demanded, using his power to his advantage.
A shiver ran down Stiles's spine at the alpha's harshness. He didn't want to anger him more than he already was. The teen slowly slid off the bed, wincing as he did, feeling sore, and cautiously made his way over.
Derek sunk down into the tub, and grabbed his mate by the wrist when he was close enough.
"Get in."
Stiles let out a heavy sigh, feeling a slight tinge of Déjà vu as he climbed in, facing away from the wolf, and hissing a bit as the water stung his sensitive hole. Once his body got accustomed to the temperature, the teen leaned back against the alpha's chest.
The wolf wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and resting his chin against the teen's shoulder, as he spoke close to his ear. "I'm sorry I was so rough with you. You just…you make me so crazy sometimes. The thought of losing you, or my son…" He paused, feeling his emotions peeking through.
"Why would you run from me, Stiles?"
"I was scared." The teen confessed.
"Scared of what? Me?"
"I heard you talking with Peter. I feared for my safety and my son's."
"I would never hurt a child, much less my son!" Derek growled, causing the hair on the teen's skin to rise up as he shuddered.
"Is that what you think of me, Stiles, a heartless monster?"
"You said you would kill me." The teen said lowly, bringing his legs to his chest, and wrapping his arms around them, trying to comfort himself.
"Yes, that was the original plan." The wolf confirmed.
"And now?" Stiles asked, tensing up in his spot.
Derek moved back from his mate and shot up out of the tub upset, slushing water around from his sudden movements, as he reached out for his robe putting it on, not bothering to dry himself.
"Why can't you trust me?!" He snapped frustrated.
"How can I, when you constantly threaten my life, and act like I'm beneath you?"
"You don't trust me. Great. Do you care about me, Stiles, or was it all an act?" Derek spat.
"Of course, I care. But how can I trust someone who keeps a man around in his life who abused him in his adolescence? How can I trust your judgment, or the people you associate with?"
"He is my family!"
"He abused you! And you're taking your aggression and pain out on everyone except the person who truly deserves it!"
Derek swallowed hard, as he listened to the teen's concerns.
"Why do you keep allowing a person like that in your life?"
"I…I don't know. He's the only family I have left." The alpha stressed.
"No, he's not. You have me and Eli."
The wolf's eyes widened at the sudden realization. He wasn't alone anymore. He hadn't been alone since the teen had shown up in his life months ago.
"Derek, why would you want an abuser to be around your mate, or even your son?"
"I would never let him do anything like that to either of you."
"You can't protect us, and keep us safe from someone like that, not when you keep them in your life, Derek."
The wolf looked down at the ground, deep in thought.
"Derek?"
No response.
"Derek, say something?!"
He looked up with a blank expression on his face.
"I'll have the maid come in with more towels." He said, before leaving the room.
*Some Time Later*
"Trouble in paradise?" Peter asked amused, standing by the entry of the nursery.
"It's none of your business," Derek replied, looking down at his son in his crib, as he covered him up with a blanket.
The older man walked over, glancing down at the baby.
"Hmmm, he looks just like you, when you were his age, minus the brown eyes,"
Derek tensed up as thoughts of his childhood memories with his uncle flooded his mind, the good, and the bad, wondering just how long it was, before the older man truly saw him as a sexual play toy, was it only when everyone was gone, or had he always seen the boy as a future prey choice he wanted to corrupt. Were any of their happy moments real or was it all an act from the start?
"Coochie coochie coo," Peter said in a baby voice, leaning down, and giving one of the baby's fat cheeks a squeeze.
"Don't touch him," Derek warned, gripping his uncle's hand firmly in his hold.
Peter yanked his arm free, giving it a rub before returning his attention back to the bundle below.
"Oh, come on. The little guy loves me. Don't you, you little pipsqueak?" Peter went on, giving the baby funny looks.
Despite Derek's protest, the baby giggled along.
"Don't call him that."
"What should I call him then? Little spawn, hybrid, boy?" Peter asked annoyed, turning his attention to his nephew.
"His name." Derek snapped.
The older man's ears perked up, curious, "Which is?"
"Eli."
"Eli? What kind of name is Eli?"
"Stiles named him after his grandfather. I've been told they were close before he passed away."
"How generous of you. One day, he's a whore, the next, family. I would be cautious of getting too close, Derek. Remember what happened the last time you got close? Paige never stood a chance, poor girl."
Derek flinched at the mention of his first mate.
"Do not speak her name to me ever again!" He panted out as the baby started to cry.
"Still a touchy subject, huh?"
Derek scooped his son up in his arms protectively, trying to calm his cries, rocking him.
"He's not loyal, Derek. He tried to run just like all the others. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness when he betrayed you. Loyalty is everything to the Hale family, to the pack."
"So is safety and protection." The alpha spat.
"Touche," Peter replied with a knowing smirk, before leaning down to the baby's level, meeting his gaze.
"Well, Eli, I predict we will be very close as you grow up, thick as thieves. I won't be able to keep my hands off you." He claimed, giving the little one a soft poke in the stomach, before Derek could stop him.
The baby squealed in delight at the man, before Peter moved back up to Derek's level, seeing his body twitch in anger, and meeting his intense stares.
"I can't wait to tell you all about my journeys as I bounce you on my knee, like a good little boy." He said with a smirk, enjoying his nephew's discomfort.
"If you try anything…" Derek warned.
"Relax, Derek. You look tense." He said with a smirk.
Derek swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to frighten his child or potentially put him at risk of a dangerous situation.
"Why are you here, Peter?"
"I thought you might like to know we captured the sheriff."
Derek's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Why aren't you more thrilled? Isn't this what you wanted? Revenge?"
"Where is he?"
"In the dungeon. The guards and I took turns beating him up in your honor," Peter said sounding pleased with himself.
"What, without my orders?" Derek said with his nostrils flaring, clearly upset.
"Who says you get to have all the fun, Nephew? Besides, you get to be the one to kill him."
*A Bit Later*
"Tell me what you did to them! Did they beg for their lives while you slaughtered them one by one?! Hmm?! TELL ME!" Derek demanded, getting into the old man's face.
"I…I already told you. It was…wasn't me. I didn't kill…kill them." The sheriff struggled to say.
"AGAIN!" The creature ordered, as one of the guards came over punching the man in the face.
"AGAIN!"
The guard hit the man in the stomach this time, causing him to lean over in pain, spitting out some blood on the ground.
Derek grabbed the collar of the sheriff's shirt. "Shall we go again, or are you willing to admit what you did?" He breathed into the older man's face, upset.
"Okay, okay. I'll admit it. I shot your father, but it was a mercy… a mercy kill. He was already too far gone. I ended his pain." John stressed.
Derek's intensity lessened a bit as the news sunk in, before thoughts of the rest of his family brought it back.
"And the others, what were they?!"
"I didn't… I didn't kill them. They were already…they were already dead."
*Flashback To That Day*
The Sheriff watched in horror as Kate shot at the cubs repeatedly, killing them instantly without a second thought, and smirking proudly.
Soon after, the mother wolf charged out of the forest towards Kate, witnessing what she had done, and clawed her face deeply.
"Ow, you bitch!" Kate screamed as she held her face.
The brown wolf made a move to attack her again, but Deputy Parrish shot the wolf dead before it could.
Then another wolf came out, a bigger, black male wolf. It headed straight for the Sheriff. Parrish made quick work shooting it as well, wounding it greatly.
It howled in pain, as it lay on the ground taking harsh inhales, struggling to breathe.
The sheriff walked over to the wild animal, upset, and held his gun up, ready to end its suffering.
"I'm sorry." He said, before pulling the trigger.
Another brown wolf ran out growling after that, as Parrish shot it in the side.
"No, god damn it! Let it go! You killed enough of its family." The sheriff snapped, pulling the deputy's gun down, letting the last wolf run off hurt.
Derek's eyes weakened as he felt his emotions take over him, he swallowed hard and roughly let go of the sheriff's shirt, making the older man fall back a bit in the process. The wolf started to pace back and forth as he thought about everything he had learned from that day.
"He's lying. He knows what he did. Don't you see he is playing into your weakness, Nephew? Are you really going to let him get the better of you?" Peter taunted him as he continued to pace the room.
"Peter, let me think. I need to deal with this on my own. Could you please leave?" Derek snapped.
"Fine, fine. As long as you promise to make it slow and painful."
"Peter, now." Derek all but growled.
His uncle gave him a somewhat irritated look but nodded in agreement before heading down the hall, making his way out of the dungeon.
"I didn't…I didn't want them to die. I didn't want anyone to die." John said weakly.
"You may not have wanted it, but you were there that day, and you didn't stop them from being killed, did you?! You're just as guilty as their killers, and for that, you deserve to die!" The alpha voiced as the guards grabbed the Sheriff's arms on cue, making it so he couldn't move, as the creature came back over.
"Hey, sorry for the mess," Stiles said sadly, as Penelope entered the room with towels in hand, noticing the puddles of water around the tub and footprints tracked around the room.
If the teen hadn't been so distracted by his disagreement with Derek, he would have been embarrassed to let anyone see the room the way it looked. The bed that once contained clean crisp sheets and fluffed-out pillows, was disturbed from the pair's earlier actions. The bed sheets were tossed around, wrinkled, and sprayed with cum, and the pillows lay on the ground, completely forgotten.
Penelope came over with a torn look on her face, "I don't mind the mess. I'm used to it by now, but…there is something you need to know, Stiles."
"What is it?"
"It's about your dad. He's here."
Stiles's eyes widened in surprise, and without another thought, he jumped out of the tub as Penelope gave him a towel, looking away to avoid seeing his naked form.
The teen quickly opened up the dresser nearby and grabbed the first shirt and pants his eyes landed on, throwing them on in a rush. The material sticking to his still wet form.
"Where is he?" Stiles asked anxiously.
The maid turned back to her friend with a hesitant look on her face. "The dungeon."
Stiles's voice caught in his throat, his heart started to pound harder and faster, and his hands began to shake as he thought the worst. He was on the verge of a panic attack.
"Stiles?" Penelope called out, seeing his hyperventilating form.
"Stiles." She repeated, firmer, placing a comforting hand on the teen's shoulder, breaking him from his trance.
His eyes met hers briefly, snapping him back to reality.
He took a deep breath and found the will to concentrate on the task at hand. He didn't have time to freak out, he needed to find his father and keep him safe.
Without another word, the teen ran out of the room hurriedly, and then down the stairs, making his way into the dungeon to find his beaten-up father on the ground, with a black eye, busted lip, and a deep cut on his cheek leaking blood, as the guards held him in place so he couldn't move.
Derek threw a punch at the man's face, his fist bloody.
"That's for my dad."
He soon transformed, with his claws coming out, "And this, this is for my family." He said in his alpha voice.
"NO, STOP!" Stiles shouted out, terrified.
"Sti…Stiles." The Sheriff voiced weakly, grabbing the other's attention in the room including Derek.
"Stiles, get out of here!" The creature warned.
The teen ignored the alpha's threats and quickly got in front of his beaten father, blocking Derek's path whose ruby red eyes shone bright, as he growled showing off his sharp k9's and claws, ready to give the older man a final blow.
"No!"
"Stiles move, NOW!" Derek panted angrily, his chest rising up and down as he raised one of his muscular arms with his hands full of razor-sharp claws up into the air, ready to strike at any moment.
"No, you can't do this Derek! He made a mistake. He is not a killer!"
Derek growled through clenched teeth, "He must pay for his sins. Guards, move the boy." The wolf instructed, causing the two guards in the room to grab the teen from his spot, pulling him out of harm's way, and over to the side of the room.
"NO, NO!" Stiles struggled in their stronghold, trying to get free but it was no use, they were too strong.
He watched in alarm as Derek took a step closer to his weakened father on the ground.
"Derek, Derek, please, he's all I have left." The teen begged through watery eyes, his lip trembling.
The creature turned to face his mate before speaking, "You have me, our baby, and this kingdom."
"Baby?" John voiced faintly, glancing over at his son.
A tear fell down Stiles's cheek, looking back and forth between the pair, before meeting his Master's eyes once more, "He's, my dad."
Derek's red eyes faded back into green ones, and he slowly brought his arm down with short human nails once more.
The creature turned back to face the scared, hurt man on the ground below him. "You're lucky he loves you so much."
John let out a shaky breath as Derek walked back and gestured to his guards, "Let him go."
As soon as Stiles was free from their grip, he ran over to his dad on the ground, embracing his weakened form, and cried into the hug as the older man tried to hush his sobs.
"It's ok son, I'm ok, and you're ok. That's all that matters."
Derek watched from a distance, upset. He thought back to his own family, wishing he could see them again, embrace them, tell them he loved them, just one last time.
He turned and walked off, finding it too hard to watch the scene in front of him, leaving the two to reconnect on their own.
"You are ok, right? He didn't hurt you, did he?" The sheriff asked, pulling back from their embrace to view his son's tear-streaked face.
"I'm okay, Dad."
"What was that creature talking about, what baby?" The sheriff asked confused.
"I had a baby with him."
"What?! How? When?" His father blurted out in disbelief, looking down at his son's flat stomach before meeting his eyes once more.
"Werewolves are different than us. They can breed with either gender and bear a child. Their genes are stronger and built differently than ours. The birthing process is quicker as well. I have a son. I named him Eli."
The Sheriff's eyes grew big and his mouth opened up but no words came out.
"It's a lot to take in all at once, I know."
"Eli?" He repeated, arching an eyebrow at his son once he came to.
"Yeah, after Grandpa," Stiles said with a small smile on his face.
John lit up at this. "It's a great name."
A moment passed between the two as the sheriff took in all the new information, putting things together in his head as if solving an equation.
"So, you have been living here the last few months, with that creature?"
Stiles nodded, unsure what else to say.
"You know, I tried looking for you. Many times." John claimed.
"I know. I saw the missing person's poster."
"And still you stayed."
"Its…it's complicated Dad. I wanted to tell you I was ok, but I… I just couldn't."
The sheriff nodded in understanding.
"I get it son. I know I left things off with us on a bad note. I'm sorry, I ignored you all those months. Losing your mother wasn't easy on me." John said sadly.
"It wasn't easy for me either, Dad."
"Do you love him?" The older man suddenly asked.
Stiles broke out into a smile before answering, "I do."
"Well, he clearly cares for you. He must for you to have such an impact on his decisions. If he is truly what you want, I won't stand in your way, just…be careful."
"Thanks, Dad. I should check on him. I know that wasn't easy for him."
"Go. I'll be ok."
"Derek?!" Stiles called out looking around the manor, trying to find the wolf with no luck.
"Derek?!"
"He went outside. I think…I think he went to visit his family." Penelope said coming around the corner.
Stiles nodded in thanks and headed out of the mansion on his way to find his mate.
He made it halfway down the field when he spotted the alpha.
"Derek!"
The wolf turned around seeing the teen, and walked over to him. "What are you doing out here? You should be with your father."
"I know that was hard for you to do, thank you."
"You may go," Derek replied sternly, before he turned to walk off.
Stiles grabbed ahold of his wrist stopping him, "What?"
"You're dismissed. You chose your side. Now, go, before I change my mind." He voiced harshly.
"Derek?" Stiles said with watery eyes, tugging on his arm.
The creature roughly yanked away and let out a spine-shivering growl, showing off his claws and red eyes once more, scaring the teen.
"Go!" He warned in his alpha voice.
Stiles sobbed, taking off down the field back to the manor, as Derek's eyes slowly faded into sad green eyes, and his claws returned to natural form, as he turned and headed forward on his way to his family's grave site.
Derek came over to the familiar grave and fell to his knees, weakened with emotion. "I'm sorry I failed you." He said to the headstone in front of him with watery eyes.
"Jesus, you're pathetic," Peter spat, coming up behind his nephew, as he continued to criticize him. "I should have known you would have coward away with your tail between your legs."
"Peter, do you mind? I need some space." The alpha voiced without moving from his spot or turning to face the other wolf.
"No, Derek. I think you've had enough space. You having space is what got us into this mess in the first place. You had a chance to take down someone who murdered your family and you let them go. You had a chance to murder that man's son in front of him and you turned it down. You have become weak, worthless of the HALE name."
Derek clenched his hands in a fist and started to pant in his spot, feeling the anger rise up inside of him.
"You know, all this time I thought it was Paige making you weak, when really you were a weak boy all along. I thought after I killed Paige…" Peter paused, as Derek quickly turned to face him, panting heavily with his watery eyes narrowed in on him, clenching his hands.
"What did you say?!"
Peter watched amused from above, as a tear slid down Derek's heated face.
"I said I killed Paige and I enjoyed every minute of it."
Derek shot up from his spot, full-on growling, and bringing out his red eyes and claws.
"Oh, I see I touched a nerve. What are you going to do about it, Derek?" Peter teased.
Derek glanced back between his uncle and the family headstone trying to calm himself down, "They wouldn't want it this way, us at each other's throats. That's the only reason you're alive right now." He voiced roughly.
"God, That boy really has weakened you," Peter said shaking his head in disappointment.
"Don't talk about him!" The alpha warned, feeling his patience wearing thin.
Peter smirked evilly, "Don't worry, Nephew, I'm going to do what I should have done from the start. I'm going to kill that pathetic excuse of a mate, right in front of his sheriff father, and then the old man. I'll save your son for last, eating him up for supper, and turn you back into the heartless nothing, that you are deep inside."
Derek growled furiously and got in an attack position, as Peter did the same.
"I will kill you myself before I ever let you touch one hair on them!" The wolf said in his alpha voice.
"Come on, big bad wolf, let's see what you got!" Peter teased, making a come here motion with his hand.
The two jumped up and collided, letting their claws swipe at each other along the way, before falling onto the ground on opposite sides.
Grunts and groans were heard between the two.
"Uhh," Derek stressed, looking down as blood soaked through the side of his stomach where his uncle clawed him deep.
"Is that all you got, Nephew?" Peter retorted, as he patted his blood-stained arm where Derek cut him.
"I'm just getting started." Derek groaned, before turning into his full wolf form letting out a guttural growl.
"Clever Wolf." Peter mused before changing into a full wolf as well.
Snarls and threatening barks could be heard from the black and brown wolf, in an echo of the night air by the front of the manor.
Stiles turned around to find the two big wolves going at it in the distance, nipping and swatting paws at each other. His eyes widened when realization dawned on him.
"Get my dad, quick!" The teen voiced frightened, to the guards out front, before rushing out into the meadow by himself feeling his adrenaline pumping.
"DEREK!" He shouted, grabbing both wolves' attention.
The black wolf looked back and forth between Stiles running over and Peter who had an evil glint in his eye, and a smirk across his wolf k9's.
Derek growled in warning at Peter but it did little, as the wolf leaped in front of the teen snarling as if about to strike.
Stiles gasped, and slowly moved to back away when Peter jumped to make a move, but wolf Derek dove in front of the teen's form, causing the other wolf to latch on to his body instead, shaking Derek violently, before tossing him to the side like he was trash.
The black wolf whimpered and his spot but didn't move.
"DEREK?!" Stiles voiced worriedly and made a move to go to him, but the brown wolf blocked him, growling and leaning down as if he was ready to attack again, his sharp k9's bloody, with drool falling on the grass below.
The teen shielded his face with his hands and soon after, he heard gunshots going off, along with some whimpers.
He opened his eyes amazed to find the brown wolf dead by his feet, with multiple bullet wounds, and glanced over to find his father with his gun out.
"No one threatens my family," The sheriff said, before holstering his weapon.
"Dad!" Stiles called out and ran over giving him a hug.
They embraced each other tightly before a loud whimper escaped the black wolf.
"Go, he needs you," John insisted, eyeing the hurt creature on the ground up ahead.
"Derek!" Stiles shouted as he ran over and pulled the alpha's hurt form in his lap, holding him close.
The hurt wolf morphed back into a naked human in his mate's arms, shaking and bleeding profusely from his side.
"Eli," Derek said weakly.
"He's okay, we are okay… everything is okay," Stiles stressed, feeling his lip trembling and his voice cracking on him, noticing the deep gush of blood dripping onto the grass down below, forming into a puddle.
"Ta...take Eli, I'm…I'm no go…good. I'll only ki…kill his soul." The alpha stressed through pants.
"Derek…I" Stiles started as tears slid down his face.
Derek brought a shaky hand up to the teen's cheek, some blood painting the boy's face in the process, "You can give him a…ahh mmmm…better life than I…I ever could."
Suddenly the light in the creature's eyes faded, and his hand fell off the teen's face.
"Derek?!"
No response.
"DEREK?!"
No response.
"GET THE DOCTOR, NOW!" Stiles yelled out to the guards nearby.
The teen brought his forehead down to rest on the alpha's as he spoke, "Hold on Derek. Please, I can't lose you. I need you. We need you." Before leaning down and giving his lips a sweet kiss.
*A Few Hours Later*
"What happened?" Derek asked, opening his eyes to see Deaton standing above him in the medical room of the manor.
"You're lucky. Stiles here, saved your life by donating his blood." The doctor said gesturing to the sleeping teen, who was resting in a chair beside the examination table with an arm extended out next to the wolf's, a long tube of blood connected by a needle in the boy's skin was being transferred into a bag, that was hooked up to a line in Derek's arm.
Derek looked down at the line in his arm before moving his attention back to Deaton.
"I don't understand."
"Any longer and you would have been dead." Deaton claimed.
Derek winced holding on to his stomach as he sat up, seeing his blood-soaked bandaged side.
"Why am I not healing?"
"Healing comes in all forms, Derek. Not just physical. It's emotional too.
You have to let your guard down in order for that to happen."
Stiles's eyes fluttered open and he looked around noticing his mate was no longer asleep.
"Derek, you're up." He voiced groggily, sitting up in his chair.
The alpha grunted holding on to his side, as a little blood leaked from the bandage.
"Derek, you're still bleeding." The teen voiced concerned.
Deaton came around the teen and took out the needle from his arm before covering it up with a Band-Aid.
"What are you doing, Deaton? He needs my blood."
The doctor went over to Derek's side next and took off his line .
"Stiles, you have given enough, any more and you could die. You need all the blood you have. We were lucky enough that your blood types synced as mates. The rest is up to Derek, if he wants to live."
"What? Of course I want to live! What kind of statement is that?!"
Deaton smiled to himself.
"Stiles, do you believe in Derek? Do you think he is strong enough to defeat this?"
The teen looked the alpha in the eyes. "Yes."
"Good, I want you to take his hand and tell him."
Stiles quickly took Derek's hand in his.
"What are you doing?" The alpha asked feeling uncomfortable.
"Healing you."
That's Impossible, Stiles. You're a human. You don't have special powers." Derek spat as another wave of pain came over him.
He clenched his teeth, hissed, and his face wrinkled in discomfort as he let out pants.
"Derek, you just have to believe in me, like I believe in you. You're strong Derek. Look at me." The teen demanded.
The alpha turned to face Stiles, looking into his calming brown eyes.
"You're strong Derek. So much stronger than you give yourself credit for. I mean, you survived four months with me, right?" He said with a chuckle, quoting his mate's words from childbirth.
Derek's mouth curved up into a weak smile.
"It wasn't easy." He voiced with a small chuckle, before wincing in pain.
Stiles held his hand tightly in his, bringing the alpha's attention to him.
"Derek, I…I love you. I do. I love you with all my heart." The teen voiced teary-eyed as the alpha let out a gasp and a tear ran down his cheek.
"I love you too." Derek voiced lowly.
The teen grinned ear to ear.
"Remarkable," Deaton commented off to the side.
"What, what is it?" Derek asked concerned.
Deaton looked over at the pair and smiled, "It worked."
The alpha glanced over to his side and ripped the blood-covered bandage off to find his once-deep gash slowly disappearing in front of his eyes, before being met with the clean smoothness of his skin once more.
"But how?" He asked in shock.
"You see, Derek, mating is more than just breeding, it's a bond. A bond that will last a lifetime. You and Stiles are now joined for life. You are true mates."
"What does that actually mean?" The teen asked.
"If you hurt, Derek hurts. If you die, Derek dies."
"That's impossible." The alpha argued.
"No, it's not. Your parents were the same way."
"My par…you knew my parents?"
"Yes, I was their doctor as well as a friend of the family," Deaton answered before adding, "They talked about you a lot, Derek. You know, your parents saw a lot of potential in you as a leader.
I know you have been through dark times Derek, but I think Stiles is the piece you have been looking for after all these years. He grounds you when you are egotistical, and gives you love and support when you're feeling down, and he embodies hope for a better future, much like you saw in Paige."
"How do you know all of that?" The alpha asked stunned and teary-eyed.
Deaton gave him a wise smile, "Trust in your mate. You won't go wrong.
Notes:
Yay! The wicked Peter is dead! ;P