Teen Wolf Mpreg *completed*

Steter.❤

Leave it to a Hale to have a secret. This secret belongs to Peter Hale.
Nobody knew this secret of Peter Hale; he was determined to keep this secret hidden.
But, that is easier said than actually done.

Peter was in heat- he needed to he with that one person. That person who will make Peter feel so much better.
The problem, you ask?
His name is Stiles Stilinksi.
Stiles was his hidden secret.
Stiles was the mate to Peter, Stiles, naturally, did not know. Peter felt it safer that way.
But his thin frame should feel so very nice.
"No, stop Peter." Peter whispered.
But Stiles never left his thoughts.

To his luck, Peter runs into Stiles.
"Peter Hale." Stiles says.
Peter waves nervously, his feelings for Stiles intensifying.
"S-Stiles." Mumbled Peter.
"You do not look well Peter." Commented Stiles.
Peter waves the accusation off, wanting nothing more than to get away from Stiles.
"No, Peter. You look rather ill." Stiles said.
"I am fine, thank you for the concern." Peter announced.
"Terrible liar. Now come on Peter. I am taking you home so you can rest."
"Stiles." Peter said.
Stiles interrupted "Get in my Jeep."
"Or what?"
"I will beat you with my bat." Stiles pulled out his bat.
Peter quickly gets himself in the car.
"Smart." Stiles said while getting in himself.

They drove in silence.
Peter kept looking at Stiles from the corner of his eye, little did he know Stiles was doing exactly the same.
"Stiles?"
Stiles looked at Peter, then at the road.
"Thank you for helping me today. It was very..very nice of you."
Stiles nods "I am more than happy to do this for you Peter. Now left up here at the light?"
"Correct."
Stiles turned left at the light.

Peter is resting on the couch while Stiles is preparing chicken noodle soup for him.
Peter still wanted nothing more than Stiles.
"Here is your soup, be careful it is very hot." Stiles warned.
"I will be, thanks." Smiled Peter.
Stiles sits down on the couch, now checking his phone.
After a few hums, Peter asked "Anything good over there?"
"Barley. Scott is calling for a Pack Meeting." Stiles frowned.
"I do not want you to leave me though Stiles." Peter bursted out.
Stiles looked at Peter, Peter immediately apologizing "I..I do not know where that came from Stiles."
"I do. Peter, I was hoping to get you alone. I was hoping you were to ask me to stay."
"Will you stay with me Stiles?" Peter asked.
"Thought you never would have asked."

Stiles woke the following morning. Stretching he feels his elbow hit something. "What in the world?" Stiles questioned. Never does he hit something in his bed. Rubbing at his eyes, his vision becomes clearer, maybe for the worse.
On the right of side of him was Peter Hale.
Where was his pants?
Stiles looked at Peter; why was he smiling?
"What the hell happened last night?" Stiles whispered.
"We happened last night." Peter spoke.
"What? What do you mean Peter? What did you do to me!"
Peter opened his eyes "You did not exactly say no."
Stiles rubs his face "I am happily with Malia, Peter. She is my girlfriend."
"You are happy with my daughter? Why were you with me last night then?" Peter taunted.
"Being friendly, something you still do not understand." Snapped Stiles.
"No, Stiles, I do not, but I am trying. Please."
"Peter. We will never speak of this to anyone, okay? This is our dirty little secret. Do you understand?"
"Yes."

"What is that smell?" Derek questioned.
Peter looked at Derek, "What smell? I do not smell anything Derek."
"That smell. You do not smell it Peter?"
"Describe it to me."
Derek sniffs into the air. His eyes widen, "It's you."
Peter raised his eyebrow "What?"
Derek looked at his Uncle "I sniffed around you, you are smelling like..Stiles Stilinksi?"
Peter gulped. "Peter. You are carrying a Stilinksi." Derek growled.
"Stiles must never know. He will never know. This is my child." Hissed Peter.
Derek sighed "I will keep my word of secrecy Peter."
"Thank you."
"So, Stiles Stilinksi, huh?"