Mine

Chapter 1

"Why am I still here, Derek? You better tell me what this is all about, or I'm leaving. Maybe you don't realize, but I'm senior now and I need to pay more attention to my homework." Stiles huffed. He's at the Hale house for the fourth time this week, for a pack meeting. And for the fourth time, Derek blocks his way out of the house.

"Sit." Derek walks to the couch in the family room, sitting himself. Stiles' not too far behind him, sitting on the opposite couch from Derek.

"No. Here." Derek pats the spot beside him once, not looking at Stiles' eyes. Stiles hesitates but decides to give in, moving over to sit beside Derek. Derek is so rigid that Stiles can feel the tension in the air, now that he's so close to Derek. But for the love of God, who can blame him? The Alpha Pack really put a lot of crap on Derek and the pack. Stiles is overjoyed and relieved that it's now, finally, all behind them.

Apparently, the Alpha Pack wanted Stiles. Specifically, the Alpha of the Alphas had wanted Stiles. Huh. As awfully weird as it sounds, it turns out that the words a painfully smart and brave unclaimed human who is stupidly unutilized in Beacon Hill's pack became the hottest gossip in werewolf underground. Yes, what the hell. Stiles' existence has changed from a plankton to a rising sun.

Besides, maybe Stiles is unclaimed, whatever that means, but he is not stupidly unutilized. He has helped a lot, with Scott's werewolf business mostly, but some of Derek's as well. Scott is his helpless bestfriend he can't say no to. While Derek, Stiles has to admit, he has sympathy for. He lost his family and Stiles knows how it feels. Derek also protects Scott, sometimes even with his own life on the line. And now that Stiles understands that by giving the teenagers the bite, Derek saved their lives more than ruined them, he may or may not have this urge to protect Derek and stand by him.

The feeling gets stronger by the fact that Derek always saved him and protected him when he was in danger. Derek even got feral when the Alpha Pack tried to take Stiles with force. Stiles was secretly happy, because he didn't want to help any other Alpha either. He has chosen side, it has been Derek and by all the hardship they have shared and dealt together, it probably always will be.

Stiles was even more happy when the pack seemed to agree with Derek and battled with the other Alphas. As hateful as Stiles was towards the Alpha Pack, he was also grateful they came. They finally made the bond among the werewolves of Beacon Hills strong in one solid pack. Now, after the Alpha Pack was defeated and fled, Beacon Hill's werewolves are not the same group of whiny teenagers who deteste each other anymore, but a pack, werewolves and humans alike, that care, respect, and support each other. By sticking together, it will increase their chance to survive hardships. And for the first time since his mom passed away, Stiles once again feel like he belongs to something. Someone.

"Hey, what is it? You won't ignore me again, will you? You did for the third times I was here after pack meetings, and it's really getting old, man." Stiles stared at Derek, demanding a response, but the only thing he gets from him is a silent air between them. "Hey? Derek?"

Derek finally looked back at him, and God those eyes. They're not red, no, but the humanly sad green eyes, completed with the frowny eyebrows and Stiles swears to God he wants to take expression away from the face of his Alpha, with all his human power. Just cause.

"Are you content with this pack, Stiles?"

What. That is new.

"Well, you are bitchy sometimes, yes you are, and the others always pull stupid stunts but yeah I enjoy those moments, why?"

The silence greets him once more for another minute before Derek opens his mouth, "I know that there are more secure packs out there that can offer you more safety and a stable environment, but—"