Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty Eight

"Stiles, wakey-wakey," I murmur in his ear. I see one of his eyes open, and he groans.

"Hmmm—."

"Alright, early practice time, remember? I already made breakfast for you, so chop chop!" I said, pulling the blanket off of him. I leaned over his side, kissing him on the lips. His eyes open.

"Hi," he yawns. I kiss him again, and he blinks at me. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet," he groaned. I grin, pulling him up into a sitting position. He put a hand on my cheek, smiling lightly at me.

"I think I'll survive," I say, giving him one last kiss before pulling out of his arms. He groaned again in protest, but I motioned to the door. "Come on. I promised Scott I would meet him at Derek's!"

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"Well— This is awkward," I muttered, as I crossed one leg over my ankle. My fingers tapped the side of the chair I was sitting in as Derek stared at Scott for a long while. The duffle bag full of cash sat in front of us.

"Okay," Derek said, looking from the bag to Scott. He didn't seem fazed at all. Scott looked at him with wide eyes.

"Don't you wanna know why it took so long to return it?" Scott asked. Derek glanced at me for a moment, and I shrugged.

"Scott, how much do you make at the animal clinic?" He asked. Scott glanced down at the floor.

"Minimum wage," Scott replied hesitantly.

"That's why. Everyone can be tempted, Scott— even a True Alpha. I mean, look at Y/n!" Derek said, glancing over at me. I looked down at my hand, crossing my leg again.

"To be fair, I still say we take it and run," I muttered. Scott gave me a exasperated look before turning back to Derek.

"You're not angry?" He asked. Derek shook his head.

"It's not even mine. It belongs to Peter," Derek said. I looked back at the duffel bag, pursing my lips. Maybe I should grab it and go after all.

"Where's your money?" I asked, glancing around. Derek gave me a pointed look.

"You're standing on it."

"There's another vault?" Scott asked. I grinned mischievously at Derek. He rolled his eyes at me, letting out a chuckle.

"No, I own the building. And I have my own bank accounts. All the money from the vault was Peter's. I think we'd actually be better off if the rest never came back."

"Awe, that's sweet. Does this mean if I ever need a free place to stay, I'm welcome here? Don't answer that, because I know the answer is yes," I say sweetly. Derek looked at the ceiling, shaking his head. I pursed my lips, looking down at my phone. "Listen, we know Lydia came by last night and did the whole screaming thing," I said after a minute. Derek sighed, and he looked like he was going to say something.

"Deaton's still working on figuring out what Kate did to you. If anyone can find an answer, it's him," Scott explained. I bit my tongue. Deaton had told me of his plan when I found him at Eichen House...

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Last night
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"Y/n. You shouldn't be back here," Deaton said. I gave him a curious glance.

"More like, you shouldn't be here. I'm on official business," I reply. Deaton gave me a skeptical look, and a man in a suit stepped out of the door. He nodded at me, and I gave Deaton a look. "Give me a second," I said. He sat down on the bench outside of the main office door. I stepped inside, closing it behind me. I smiled politely at the man in front of me.