Mischief Mondays Chapter 22: Stetopher - Unexpected Revelation, a teen wolf fanfic

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Title: Unexpected Revelation – Heats and Warmth

Tags: m/m/m, polyamory, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Jackson Doesn't Leave, Pack Alpha Derek, Spark Stiles, Pack Mom Stiles, hurt/comfort, fluff, nesting, heat cycle

Main Pairing: Chris/Peter/Stiles

Side Pairings: Boyd/Erica, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent

Summary: The pack was battling a coven of witches and their magic interfered with the suppressants that Stiles was on. Without knowing what is going on, he goes into his first ever heat.

Unexpected Revelation

Heats and Warmth

The pack sat tensely in the living room of the Hale House, waiting for their last member to arrive. For the past week, they'd been hunting a coven of witches that had invaded Beacon Hills. Everyone was on edge, exhausted from all the patrols and research sessions they had done. The reason everyone was tense was their still unaccounted for pack member. Because Stiles wasn't here yet and with this magic threat, Stiles was their big gun in this fight, the only magic-user they had. He was still figuring out the limitations and strength of his magic, but that night at the rave had unlocked something within him and he had been honing it ever since.

The Hale Pack had come a long way, since Peter's resurrection. Derek had been so in over his head back then. Boyd and Erica had run away, Scott had betrayed him, Stiles had gotten abducted and beaten up by Gerard, Jackson had been turned into a killer lizard. He needed help, to put it mildly. The two learned to work together and heal together.

Back then, Peter, Derek and Isaac had tracked down Boyd and Erica, under Stiles' guidance, and it had been Stiles who convinced them to stay. Now fully a werewolf, Jackson was integrated into the pack. And after nudging from Stiles, Scott made amends for what he had done to Derek, apologized and explain his helplessness and despair he had felt when Gerard had threatened his mom and stabbed him. With Scott came his mate Allison, also wanting to make amends. The Argents made a choice to stay in Beacon Hills and staying meant being involved in the pack. Lydia had been a bit of a harder sell, on account of Peter, but when both, her mate Jackson and her best friend Allison joined the pack, she was reluctantly willing to give them a chance too.

Derek decided to pair Peter and Chris up, put them on training-the-Betas-duty together. It took some time for Peter to learn to trust the Argents and him and Chris had come to blows a lot in the beginning, two strong and stubborn alphas who were used to being in control. The first few times they had slept with each other had mostly been aggression, more an extension of their battle for dominance than anything else. Only over the following weeks did it grow more tender, as they grew fonder of each other and came to understand each other in ways they had never entertained before.

Their pack was a strong one now. They had spent the summer rebuilding. The Hale House and their pack. The new school year had come around and they strengthened their bonds. They had been granted some peace, after Gerard and Kate. The chance to grow and rebuild. This was the first major threat their newly formed pack faced. Which played into everyone's tenseness too.

Derek's phone rang, the sound unbearably loud in the quiet house, drawing everyone's attention. It was obvious who the caller was. Everyone else Derek knew was currently in this room, after all.

"Stiles," Derek growled as soon as the call connected. "Where are you? We're waiting for you."

It was cute, how Derek tried to make it about impatience when in reality, Derek had grown fond of Stiles. The boy had kept him in line when Derek had still tried to wrangle the pups on his own. And now that Peter and Derek were leading the pack together, Stiles had become something important within the pack. Peter was still trying to figure out what, exactly. Stiles was good at commandeering the pack Betas, but that kind of command, the degree of protectiveness Stiles expressed over the Betas, it was… unusual, for someone presenting as a beta, it was most commonly a role filled by an omega, often but not necessarily by the Alpha Mate. The emotional protector of the pack, playfully and fondly referred to as Pack Mom. But Peter assumed that it may just be Stiles' own interpretation of being Emissary, a role he was training for and still figuring out how he wanted to fulfill it.

It was a shame that their pack didn't have a Pack Mom. It was a very important role within the pack. But their pack only had one omega. And though Erica was lovely, easily Peter's favorite among the pups, the young omega did not have a single nurturing bone in her body.

"Der," Stiles' breathless and pained voice interrupted Peter's musings. "Help."

Peter jerked into his nephew's direction, his whole body tensing. Stiles never asked for help. Derek was gripping the phone tight enough to risk it cracking, eyebrows drawn deeply. The hand on Peter's arm slipped down so Chris could take his hand, giving it a tight squeeze and with that action alone, conveying the hunter's own concern. He too had seen Stiles face threats and danger with his chin raised and a snarl on his face. Never with a plea for help.

"Stiles, where are you? Are you hurt?" Derek asked, a fist balled at his side.

"I don't," Stiles interrupted himself with a whine. "I'm in the parking lot. Magic Shack. Jeep. I don't know… I don't know if I've been hurt. Maybe cursed. It's… I… It hurts, Der. Make it stop."

Derek swallowed hard and gave a sharp nod. "Stay in your car. We're on our way."

"Do you think the witches got him?" Scott's voice was filled with anxiety.

Allison reached out to take his hand, his mate and anchor always having a calming effect on him, but the worry for his oldest friend was written all over his face. Peter held onto his own Argent and anchor, much like Scott did. He knew Stiles would tease him about the parallel.

"We'll go and get him," Derek promised, face set in tense determination.

Everyone got up, was getting ready to leave. They split up into Chris', Derek's and Jackson's cars and broke every speed limit in Beacon Hills, but something told Peter that the sheriff wouldn't mind if he knew why they were rushing. If anything were to happen to Stiles, Peter would never forgive himself. He should have known the sneaky Spark would go out on his own, he should have-

"Stop beating yourself up, wolf," Chris growled next to him. "Focus. Stiles needs us."

They had talked about Stiles so much, during lazy mornings in bed, entangled with one another. Both agreed that the feisty little Spark who mouthed off to them both and let them know when they were full of shit was the perfect addition to their relationship, seeing as they had both separately fallen for the brat. They were just still trying to figure out how best to court the young beta, who happened to be the sheriff's only child. Neither Chris nor Peter were particularly keen to get shot and half the time, the sheriff still glared at them for dragging his boy into danger (as though either of them had any say in this; telling Stiles to stay out of trouble was futile). If they were to tell the man they wanted to court Stiles? Bodily harm was the best case scenario.

And that wasn't even taking Stiles' own reaction into consideration. Why would a brilliant, young beta like him be interested in two old alphas who bickered all the time and caused him so much aggravation (the amount of times Stiles had to snarl at them and get them in line was, quite frankly, embarrassing for them both and they could be grateful for the Spark). No, Stiles would probably be happier with a nice beta his own age. As much as Peter hated admitting that, he knew it.

"I see the Jeep," Lydia called out, pointing into its direction.

They hurried toward it as soon as they were all out of their cars, but Peter wasn't the only one whose steps faltered when they got closer. There was an overwhelming scent in the air. Omega in heat. Someone had left the house too close to heat and gone into heat in public. Peter's eyebrows furrowed in concern, the protective alpha wolf inside him demanding they help the omega in need.

"We'll find the omega after we check on Stiles and get them to the hospital," Peter declared.

The alphas relaxed at that, as affected and disturbed by the scent as him. This kind of thing was dangerous. There were still too many alphas who took heat to mean consent. Peter and Chris stopped mere meters from the Jeep though, because now it became undeniable that the quite delicious scent of omega in heat was coming from the Jeep.

"Fuck," Scott's eyes were wide in panic and realization. "Stiles went into heat."

"Stiles went into what now," Erica turned to stare at Scott in surprise.

If possible Scott's eyes widened even more, though he also tried to push the pack back, away from the Jeep. "Crap, I'm not supposed to say anything. You're not supposed to know. Nobody is supposed to know. But I guess the cat is out of the bag now, this is… uh… hard to deny. Fuck."

"What are you talking about, McCall?" Jackson asked annoyed.

Scott looked torn and Peter growled a little at him. "We'll need you to explain this, Scott."

Taking a shaky breath, Scott ran his fingers through his hair. "Stiles is… Stiles is an omega. He's been on suppressants for years. But he wouldn't just forget to take them. Maybe something these witches did interfered with them? And trigger a heat? I don't know…"

"Something to ask Deaton about then," Chris stated, eyebrows drawn deep, arms crossed.

"For now, we should decide who goes to him," Allison argued. "If Scott actually knows about him being an omega, then maybe he should. They know each other the best, after all."

She turned warm eyes on her mate, but Scott frowned back at her. "I don't… Maybe Erica should go instead. She's an omega too, maybe she will be more soothing or something?"

"Yes, I am known for my soothing personality," Erica gave him a dry look. "Derek should go, since Stiles actually called him. Derek is the one he wanted, so Derek should go."

Peter ground his teeth together and clung a little harder onto Chris at that. Stiles had called Derek. Peter wasn't going to be jealous or petty. Derek was their Alpha, Derek and Stiles were close. Peter knew that. It was just that when it came to Stiles, Peter sometimes struggled. The two had a strong bond, forged while fighting against Peter and while Peter had been dead. It wasn't just his jealousy that the clever boy was so close to Derek, it was also the constant reminder of what he had done in the past, how he had hurt them while he was out of his mind, and his own death.

"She's right," Peter forced out. "Stiles sounded terrified on the phone and he did ask for you."

/break\

Stiles couldn't breath. Was he having a panic attack? Everything felt so hot and so fuzzy and it hurt, there was a deep ache all over and an uncomfortable burning. He'd love to just tear his clothes off, they stuck to his body with the cold sweat. It was like he was speed-running a cold, including the fever. This must be magic. The witches must have cursed him. He should have listened to Peter, Derek and Chris. They'd all looked so stern when telling him not to go out alone.

But Boyd and Erica had been in the middle of making out when he'd tried to approach the mated pair and he didn't want to be a bother, and Jackson and Lydia had been out on a date, Scott was still busy in the library working on his literature project with Danny, and Allison and Isaac had already been picked up from school by Chris. So there was nobody to bother. He thought it'd be fine.

"Hey, Little Red," Derek whispered softly as he opened the Jeep's door. "How do you feel?"

He usually had to bribe and pout about it to make Derek use that nickname and even then, Stiles had to be like bleeding out. He made a distressed noise at that realization, looking at the alpha.

"I'm dying, aren't I?" Stiles gasped out, curling together tighter. "I knew it."

"No," Derek reached out to rest a hand in Stiles' neck. "You are not dying, Stiles."

The wolf drained his pain but it was more than just that. It was like Derek's touch was cooler, easing that feverish heat. Stiles sobbed in relief, trying to lean into the alpha, desperate for his touch. He managed to crawl into Derek's lap, burying his face in his Alpha's neck. He was human, he didn't do all the wolf-cuddling that the puppies did. Sure, he indulged them when they wanted to scent-mark him and hug him excessively or broke into his bedroom at ass o'clock to crawl into his bed and cuddle him, but he didn't do that on his own.

"Stiles," Derek spoke too soothingly, like he was trying not to spook Stiles. "We don't know exactly what happened, but it… must have washed your suppressants out of your system. You're in heat."

Stiles tensed in Derek's lap, holding his breath. "No. No, no, no, that can't be. I've never been in heat before, I can't have just gone into my first heat in my fucking Jeep in the stupid parking lot-"

Derek cursed softly beneath his breath and hugged Stiles closer. "So this is really your first heat? Scott gave us the cliff notes, but… Yes, you are in heat. Even the betas could smell it."

Stiles sobbed out, this time in frustration, burying his face in Derek's neck. "Make it stop. How do I make it stop? This is fucking awful. I'm pretty sure I'm dying and you're wrong."

Derek grunted and shook his head. "No, it's… really unmistakable. We could smell it before we even knew it was you. Can… Can you let go of me, I'll get in the driver seat and bring you home?"

"No," Stiles actually growled. "Not home. Dad's not here. He's following a lead to Silver Lake and won't be back for the next couple days. I don't want to be alone, I can't be alone, this is-"

"It's okay," Derek interrupted him, gently patting his hair. "It's okay, Stiles. Where to?"

"Pack house," Stiles mumbled, burying his nose in Derek's collarbone. "Pack's safe."

"Pack's safe," Derek agreed. "C'mon, let go of me, Little Red, and then I'll get you home."

Stiles did, reluctantly. He immediately missed the alpha's soothing touch and oh. Heat, huh. Omegas were more perceptible to alphas during it. Now he understood why. The touch was actually soothing. And it was probably much more intense on Stiles because it was his first heat. Derek got back into the Jeep on the other side and started the car. They drove in silence for a while.

"Stiles…" Derek sounded like he didn't know how to put it. "Why… Why did you call me?"

Ah. That. Stiles turned to face the alpha, blinking sleepily at Derek. He was so exhausted now.

"You always come," Stiles replied, tilting his head. "Scotty's my brother, but ever since he found his mate, he tends to be distracted by Allison. And when it was just the three of us, running from hunters and a feral Alpha, you were the one who always came. The two of us have saved each other's lives more often than I can actually name. I just… You always come. I'm in danger, you come. So when this happened and I didn't know what it was, I… called you."

"Because you'd known I'd come to save you," Derek murmured softly.

"Didn't have to put it like that," Stiles grumbled and rolled his eyes. "Not a swooning omega in distress who needs a big, strong alpha to save him, you know."

"That's not, I didn't mean it like that," Derek actually sounded distressed now.

Stiles snorted out a little laugh, grinning. "I'm just teasing you, Sourwolf. Relax."

Another pause and Derek seemed awkward when he turned to Stiles again. "So, just to… make sure. You didn't call me because you want… to spend your heat with me?"

"What? No," Stiles stared at Derek incredulously. "I mean, you are ridiculously hot and I'd be lying if I pretended I hadn't thought about climbing you like a tree in the past, but that's in the past. Besides, I didn't even know I was in heat, dumbass."

Derek sighed exasperated. "Okay. I just… wanted to know if there was anything you…"

"Oh my god, wait, are you actually offering?" Stiles stared at Derek in surprise.

The Sourwolf had never looked more uncomfortable than he did right now. "I know first heats are tough and they usually happen… younger. You put yours off a while, it's going to be… uncomfortable. We're pack, Stiles. You're… my best friend. If I could help you, if you wanted my help like that, I… would help you through it, yes. And an alpha helping an omega through heat doesn't have to include sex, stop staring at me like that."

"Yeah, no, I know that, I have had health classes too," Stiles continued staring at Derek. "It's just. You hate having to deal with feels and stuff and you're offering to deal with an overly emotional omega for three days. You lo—ove me, you ca—are for me, you li—ike me."

Derek turned to give him a deadpan glare. "Yes, I do, dumbass."

Oh. Stiles blinked and ducked his head, grinning broadly. He settled more comfortably, closing his eyes until they finally reached the pack house. Derek opened the door for him and gently grabbed his arm to help him out. Stiles would snark about it, if his knees didn't feel so weak. When they entered the house, the whole pack was in the living room. Erica was draped all over Isaac and Boyd's laps, with Boyd running his fingers through his mate's long curls. Jackson, Lydia, Scott and Allison were on the other couch, the girls at the center next to each other, with their respective mate on the other side. The only ones not seated were Chris and Peter. Chris stood with his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face, while Peter was actively pacing. At least until Stiles entered.

"Why did you bring him here," Peter asked surprised, looking from Stiles to Derek.

"Hey, yeah, I'm in heat, not incapacitated, Zombiewolf," Stiles complained with a glare. "Let's not talk about me like I'm not in the room, could we? Dad's out for his job and I figured maybe it's not the best idea if I spent my first ever heat fully alone in the house."

Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to talk over you."

Stiles rolled his eyes and then walked over to drape himself over Erica and Boyd, who both laughed. "He—ey, Catwoman. So. What the fuck do I do with this and how do I make it better?"

Erica snorted and reached out for him, hugging him close and scent marking him gently. "Well, what really makes it better is a good, hard knotting."

"Erica, gro—oss," Isaac groaned, glaring at her.

"Grow up," Erica rolled her eyes at him, before looking at Stiles again. "But yeah. That does make it the most fun. Though a good nest, plenty of water and masturbation will work too."

Stiles grumbled, nose buried in Boyd's collarbone. "How do you smell so good?"

"Alpha," Boyd replied amused, running his fingers through Stiles' hair.

"Not your alpha, but you're friends and even just… alphas you trust can be very soothing," Erica supplied. "Which also, these guys are totally whipped for an omega in heat. If you are hungry, thirsty, want them to buy virtually anything else for you, literally just ask. They'll do it. I got Jacks to go and buy me a new knotting dildo last heat. He bitched about it but did it."

Jackson grumbled and crossed his arms annoyed. "...Lydia helped pick."

Lydia's smile was overly sweet as she pecked Jackson's cheek and then turned to Stiles. "Erica is right though, Stiles. If there is anything you need, we'll get it for you, okay?"

Stiles managed a tired nod. Now that he knew what was going on and the panic stopped and now that he was in the safety of their pack den and among his pack, he felt so exhausted. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, drawing his attention to Chris.

"How about you go upstairs, build yourself a nest and then sleep some?" Chris suggested gently. "First heat is going to be exhausting, so you should rest and prepare beforehand."

Right. Build nest before the heat fully took him over. That sounded reasonable. Only that…

"I… don't think I really know how to do that. I've never built a nest before," Stiles muttered softly, feeling frustration build up again, even as he nuzzled into Chris' hand.

Chris looked at him with soft eyes. "You're clever, you'll figure it out, doll."

"Yeah, honestly, it's pretty instinctual," Erica agreed. "Just… let your instincts guide you, do what feels right and makes you feel comfortable. You'll be okay, Batman, you got good instincts."

Stiles sighed exhausted and forced himself upright. They were right. He was clever, he had good instincts. He'd figure this out somehow. And he should. He knew a nest would be comforting and important during his heat so he should build it before things got worse.

"We'll figure out what happened, darling," Peter promised gently, giving Stiles' neck a reassuring squeeze in passing. "So don't worry about that, just focus on yourself, sweetheart."

Stiles was ready to drop to his knees at the feeling of the alpha's hand in his neck. Battling his instincts, Stiles forced a nod and made his way upstairs, trusting his pack to do everything else.

/break\

Chris sighed and rubbed his face when him and Peter finally walked upstairs to get to their bedroom. After a far too long discussion with the pack and consulting both Deaton on what kind of magic may trigger an omega's heat as well as Melissa on what they would have to watch out for medically speaking, he just wanted to go to bed. The fear for Stiles, after his call, and the overwhelming scent of Stiles' heat still lingering in the living room really got to him and now Chris just felt bone-tired exhaustion. He just wanted their bed, Peter and preferably also Stiles.

"He's an omega," Chris whispered softly, pulling Peter closer.

"Mh. It explains some things," Peter chuckled lowly. "He really has been playing Pack Mom…"

There was warm fondness in his eyes but also bitterness. The Pack Mom was, most traditionally, the Alpha Mate. And Derek was the person Stiles had called today. Chris sighed heavily, as unhappy with the implications here. But then him and Peter hadn't given themselves much chance with the clever boy even when they'd still thought he was a beta. A young, smart omega though? He was going to find a younger alpha who'd be a better match for him.

"Let's just go to bed for today," Chris suggested, too tired for all these thoughts.

When they entered their bedroom, the mated pair was greeted by a low, dangerous growl. The sound an omega made to warn others off from their den. Peter and Chris froze immediately, startled.

"You guys said I should rest and I should nest," Stiles complained. "So. Don't bother me."

Chris blinked a couple of times and exchanged a baffled look with Peter, before they both turned to look at Stiles again. Stiles, sitting in the middle of their bed, in their bedroom, clearly nesting and filling the entire room with that beautiful, delicious honey-sweet scent of his heat.

"We… assumed you'd nest in your own room, doll," Chris spoke softly. "Not in ours."

That gave the omega pause. Stiles looked around, taking in his surroundings and seemingly only now realizing where he actually was. Embarrassment colored his cheeks red and he ducked his head. His knuckles turned white where he was holding onto the sheets he'd been rolling up to build the outer wall of his nest. Biting his lips, Stiles got up from the bed.

"...I'm sorry," Stiles muttered, sounding dejected and frustrated. "I didn't even…"

"Darling," Peter sighed and stepped up to him. "Can… you tell us why you're here?"

Stiles turned his head to avoid them both, a defiant glower on his face, arms crossed over his chest. "I was just doing what Erica said. Following my instincts."

"And… your instincts led you into our bed?" Chris asked baffled.

His heart stumbled a little when he said that out loud. Stiles straightened up. Never one to hunch over, always bracing himself for a fight. Chris' eyes softened but he also took Peter's hand, clinging onto his mate for support. This couldn't really be happening, could it…?

"Tell us what you need and you'll get it, Stiles," Peter promised gently. "Anything."

Stiles turned to look doubtfully at them now. "Right. I can have your bedroom, your bed, to build my nest in. That's a normal thing to request and to agree to."

"It's a very normal thing to request for an omega from the alpha they may like," Chris pointed out. "And it's a very normal thing to agree to for an alpha if it's the omega they like."

Oh, how deeply in love Chris was with those sharp, bright eyes. Stiles stared at them, taking them apart with his gaze, calculating whether or not Chris really meant what Stiles was hearing.

"I thought you liked Derek," Peter admitted surprised, looking at their boy.

"...What?" Stiles stared at the wolf dumbly. "No. What. Why? What."

"You called him," Peter crossed his arms now, defensive himself. "You two have a… bond."

Stiles raised both eyebrows. "He's my Alpha. And while Scott was still too busy fighting his wolf and you two were, you know, actively trying to kill us, Derek became a friend to me. I trust him with my life. I trust Scotty with my life too, doesn't mean I want to fuck him. Or date him. Or any of them, really. They're pack. You're… you. How can you say that I have a bond with Derek and don't see that we have a bond too? Over the past months, how often have the three of us worked together to do research for the pack? How often have I relied on you guys? Worked with you?"

"So… you really do want us, doll?" Chris asked hopefully, stepping up to Stiles.

He cupped Stiles' cheek and the omega nuzzled into the touch immediately, warming Chris' heart. Peter stepped up to Stiles on the other side, resting a hand on Stiles' arm. The omega made a soft, relieved noise and leaned into both their touch. And then he leaned in even more, and more.

"I do," Stiles whispered firmly. "And this isn't the heat talking. I have wanted you both for stupidly long. So… can I… kiss you? And build my nest here? And will you stay with me? Not… I uh… I don't really want my first time to be while I'm in heat, but I want you with me for comfort?"

Chris' brain blue-screened for a second when Stiles mentioned his first time, but it came back online when Stiles pressed a gentle kiss against his lips. The kiss ended too quickly though and then Stiles was already turned toward Peter, also kissing the wolf. Stiles' cheeks were dark-red when he stepped away from them, tensely watching them and waiting.

"Darling, you have no idea how much we both adore you," Peter laughed softly and wrapped his arms around Stiles to pull him close and whirl him around. "We would be honored to spend your heat with you, in whatever capacity you want. And we would like to court you, after your heat."

"Court," Stiles' eyes widened, but then he grew weary. "Is this just because I'm an omega?"

"No, doll," Chris laid an arm around Stiles from the other side. "We wanted you before too, but we didn't think… You're young and bright, we're… a lot older than you. We didn't think an unmated beta would want two alphas in such a manner, especially with the age-difference."

"Chris, your absolute DILF energy is a huge part of your appeal," Stiles blinked stunned.

Chris gave a startled laugh and kissed Stiles' temple. "Okay. But no, we're not just saying this now that we know you're an omega. It's just that… you nesting in our bed prompted this conversation."

Stiles' blush flared up again. "Yeah, I really didn't mean to do that, it's just… instincts."

"How about you go back to your nesting, sweetheart?" Peter suggested warmly, burying his nose in Stiles' neck to inhale deeply. "Would you like Christopher and me to leave you to it?"

"No," Stiles growled softly and grabbed them both. "I… I want you to stay."

"Anything you need," Chris smiled at their boy. "What do you need?"

Stiles pulled both alphas along and placed them on the bed, before joining them. Sighing contently, Stiles got back to what he had been doing before they entered; rolling up the sheets for walls. He hummed softly, content, and leaned into either Peter or Chris every now and again, until his nest was finally ready. Once he was pleased, he got out of it, unceremoniously kicked his pants off, took his shirt off like Chris and Peter weren't even there, and then went to their closet to grab something big and comfortable from them to wear before crawling back into bed with them.

"It's about my mom," Stiles whispered, barely audible, once they settled in. "I started taking suppressants after her death. Because I didn't know any other omegas and dad is a beta and I just… It was easier to suppress it and ignore it than to try and deal with it alone."

"You're not alone anymore, doll," Chris promised. "You have Peter and me, and the whole pack."

~*~ The End ~*~

Author's note: I've played with "Stiles hides that he's an omega" a lot before and I figured it'd be real fun if he got surprised by a heat without knowing what was going on. So, have some nesting fluffy Stetopher with a side of Sterek friendship ;)