He needed to stop freaking out. I mean seriously, there was no reason to be this nervous.
There were people turning in hundreds of submissions, people whose hands were cramping from writing their name over and over. People who were praying in the corner that they would get chosen. People who were posting about it, trying to gain popularity as if this was The Bachelor. People who were secretly paying money to have their name put in more.
He had no reason to panic. He only put his name in once, he would be fine.
Taking a deep breath, Stiles rubbed his clammy palms on his slacks, leaning back in the uncomfortable plastic chair he was forced to be seated in. He scratched at his neck, not used to wearing a suit, he felt like he was being choked.
Stiles was one of the few people who didn't want to be entered into the Mating Run. Many people dreamed of it from the time they knew how to speak, dreamed of having an Alpha to take care of them, to have riches and glory, forever in the limelight. It made Stiles shiver.
Of course, there were many entering their name for the money. They knew that if they got chosen for the Mating Run, the money would be rolling in from the heavily televised event. It would be over all social media platforms all over the globe, not to mention the fact that Alphas were known for being wealthy, royalty really. Those chosen would have their name forever in the history books as the Mating Run Selection for that year and would never have to worry about money or popularity ever again.
Most people were greedy, they wanted the fame and the money, and could care less about the Alpha. They didn't care if they got knocked up, if they were forced to do what the Alpha wanted, didn't matter as long as they got to wear designer clothes and never worry about their next meal.
Stiles understood that aspect of things, to a degree. Sector 5 wasn't exactly wealthy. They had a high homeless population, many children growing up in poverty, and most families were low income.
Even so, Stiles couldn't stomach the idea. The idea of being taken out of his family, out of his normal life, and thrown into an arena where he had to run for his life, whilst being chased by Alphas, all wanting to mate him. And if selected, never being able to return to his previous life, never having contact with anyone from his previous life. He would be controlled by an Alpha until the day he died.
Stiles couldn't do that. He couldn't leave his dad, or Scott. They were his family, his only family, and he didn't want a new one, certainly not with a wealthy Alpha who wanted to parade him around.
Stiles looked around, watching all of the other Omegas.
Many looked white-faced, stepping into the private rooms to turn in their submissions. Some were carrying stacks of three hundred or more submissions, others carried a handful.
Of course, there were rules. No one could submit more than a thousand submissions, legally anyway. People still found a way to do it every year. And of course, all Omegas had to submit one, up until the age of forty. Most by then were married and didn't bother to submit more than one. No one that old had ever been selected anyways, they wouldn't look as good on television.
Of course, it always seemed that the popular Omegas were chosen. The ones who everyone knew. The wealthy. The ones who submitted thousands and acted surprised they were chosen. They were the ones who always had speeches prepared.
No one had been selected who deserved it in years, some would argue ever. It was ironic really. The entire reason that the Mating Run event was created was to help Omegas find a better life. Instead, it turned into a bloody fight for gold.
Taking another glance around, Stiles' eyes settled on a young girl. She must have been eighteen, as that was the youngest age you could start submitting. She had tear-filled eyes and was wringing her hands together nervously.
Maybe she too was praying she wouldn't be selected, a rare occurrence, but as Stiles watched her mother hug her, whispering not to worry, she would be chosen, Stiles realized he was still alone.
Even Scott was in favor of the Mating Run, but Stiles wasn't sure he got a vote considering he was a Beta. Stiles felt Beta's had it easiest. They would never be forced to submit to an Alpha like Omegas had to. They got to work normal jobs and live normal lives and actually got to choose who they got to love.
A man came out after turning in his submission, taking a seat next to Stiles. Pretty soon the drawing would be announced.
Everyone's chatter came to a dull hush, as everyone took their seats. Everyone waited, heart's beating loudly, throats thick with nervousness and emotion.
Stiles heard a shaky breath and looked over his shoulder, spotting Lydia Martin.
Stiles knew in his heart she would be chosen. She was beautiful, young, and one of the few people in Sector Five who was wealthy. She was small, something Alphas saw quite appealing. It was easier to get them to submit and gave Alphas more confidence, not that they needed any. She was also quite womanly, with perky breasts and a thin waist, perfect for bearing children. Stiles had had a crush on her for years, until he finally came to the conclusion it would never, ever, happen. That conclusion took a while, however, all of his high school years.
Turning back around, Stiles looked to the stage in front of him, as Talia Hale walked across, black heels clicking against the brown flooring. She reached the podium and the room drew so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Stiles' mind was telling him to cough to break the silence, but he resisted.
"Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for being here." Her voice boomed across the room, the microphone completely unnecessary in all actuality. Alphas had that ability.
Stiles wanted to snort, as if they had a choice. He crossed his arms and leaned farther back into his chair, stretching his legs as far as he could, getting a glare from the man seated next to him.
"We are so pleased to be entering into the twenty-seventh season of the Mating Run."
Everyone clapped, while Stiles tried not to groan. Twenty-seven years of the same horror story over and over and Stiles had only been alive for the last eighteen years. He could only imagine what life must have been like before.
Most of the older generation fully believed the Mating Run forever changed society positively, but there were others such as John Stilinski who subtlety disagreed.
"As you all are well aware, this tradition has benefited our Sector greatly. Not only do new, healthy, relationships form between Alpha and Omega, but the event increases productivity and sales in all areas of economics. It's inspiring and encourages positivity and equality for all."
Several nods were seen across the crowd, some grunting in approval and agreeance.
"Now then, for the rules." Talia gave a small smile.
Stiles snorted, receiving glares from his neighbors. Everyone knew the rules, they had grown up learning about the event in schools, in books, at home, and on the playground. There were even posters in the bathroom.
"Each Omega from the ages of eighteen to forty was required to turn in a submission with their name on it. There is a maximum of one thousand submissions and as per a new rule this year, anyone discovered with over a thousand submissions is automatically disqualified."
This earned several gasps and made Stiles perk up a little more. So they were finally enforcing the rules. . . Stiles wondered why. He also knew that this eliminated a fair chunk of submissions, making his back begin to sweat.
"We of course always encourage Omegas to submit the maximum amount of submissions, however, do not forget that we draw only one. Anyone can be the next candidate."
Stiles' heart was in his chest. It was if she was looking straight at him, pouring into his soul, warning him, mocking him, you're next. You're next.
Stiles cleared his head. No, it would be fine. He was fine. One submission out of near millions. Not him.
"We have counted up all the submissions and would like to thank our volunteers and staff for their help." She listed off several names and everyone paused to clap for the people they didn't know and didn't care to know.
"Now for the moment you've all been waiting for, we are ready for the drawing. Please remember to hold all applause until after the name is spoken."
Cameramen straightened their backs, people started to jiggle their legs and Stiles bit his thumbnail.
Talia took a breath and began to open the vanilla envelope, sealed with the Sector Five emblem. Stiles always wondered who actually drew the name. Did Talia Hale herself draw it, then place it in an envelope to make a dramatic scene?
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the name to be called, praying it would be them. Some had their eyes closed, unable to bare it. Others clasped hands with their friends, white knuckles protruding.
Stiles felt like he was going to throw up, he knew he shouldn't be so nervous, but being newly eighteen, knowing that this was the year he would be forced to submit, the year it could all come true, was nerve-racking none the less.
"This year's Mating Run Selection for Sector Five is. . ." She pulled out the tiny slip of paper with her perfectly manicured red nails, painstakingly slow.
That was when Stiles felt it. The drop in his stomach. He knew this was more than nerves, this was something different. This was. . . a warning.
"Omega Stiles Stilinski, of the Stilinski household."
Nobody clapped. Nobody breathed. It took a solid few seconds for everyone to register what had happened, including Stiles.
The first sound heard was a sob from a young girl, devastated she had lost. From there it was mass chaos. Grumbling turned into yelling, claps turned into cheers, and people began to smack Stiles on the back, congratulating him, while others turned their bodies completely away from him, as though they were absolutely disgusted by the idea of Stiles winning. He certainly was.
"Stiles Stilinski?" Tali's called, searching the crowd.
Stiles couldn't move, couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening. Not to him. Not to one name out of millions. There was a mistake. A glitch in the system. This was wrong, oh so very wrong.
"Go up there Stilinski!" Jackson yelled, seemingly angry as well. In a way, Stiles was surprised. You'd think he would be glad his girlfriend, Lydia, didn't get chosen. Perhaps he wanted to be. Or perhaps he didn't understand why or how someone like Stiles could possibly be chosen.
Stiles couldn't move, couldn't think.
Somehow, Scott had left the guest section of the crowd and found him. Quickly, he pushed past people and crouched down low, placing his hand on Stiles' knee in a sign of comfort.
"Come on man, you can do this. Take a breath. Just go up there, shake her hand, and we can leave right after. You can do that." Scott squeezed his thigh again and pulled him up forcefully.
Stiles felt queasy and pale in the face, but focused on taking one step in front of the other. He was on the verge of a panic attack and tried to will it away.
Slow awkward claps began to erupt and Stiles could feel the stares, the cameras, and the lights beating down on him, weighing him down.
The applause didn't stop until he reached the stage, amazingly not tripping on the stairs, though he gripped the handrail so hard he heard the metal squeal in protest.
Talia reached out her hand and Stiles swallowed back his vomit.
"Congratulations, Mr. Stilinski." Stiles shook her hand and she held onto it well after he was done, turning towards the cameras, moving his body as well. She smiled boldly towards the cameras, all for show, Stiles knew, but he did not smile.
That was the first time he had gotten a truly good look at the crowd, thousands of people, hundreds of cameras, all pointed towards him, waiting for him to make a move or to speak.
But he had nothing. Nothing prepared, nothing to say. It was then, looking at the cameras, and the journalists taking notes, and the flashes of cameras that Stiles grew angry. He practically ripped his hands out of Talia Hale's hands, forming a fist.
He didn't want this and he was about to tell the world exactly what he thought.
"Thank you all for coming out. I hope you have a wonderful evening." Talia nodded once.
Even in the midst of his fury, Stiles was in a way thankful for that moment, the moment Talia Hale saved his skin. Alphas were good at reading emotions though, she probably smelled his fury.
Alpha Talia Hale quickly placed a hand on Stiles' back, rushing him backstage.
Once they were back there, he was immediately swarmed by the crew. People in suits and pencil skirts, with headsets and walkie-talkies. He was bombarded with congratulations, questions, comments, and instructions, all in the forms of shouting.
He felt as though he was going to pass out, but could only hold up a hand, willing them to stop.
"Everyone back off, I've got it from here." Talia said sternly, effectively shutting everyone up.
"But-" A young blonde started.
"Return to your duties. Mr. Stilinski, follow me."
Stiles had no option but to do so. To even be in the presence of Alpha Talia Hale was an extreme honor, but Stiles could only focus on not throwing up.
She quickly weaved him between dull colored hallways and finally to a small unoccupied room that looked like it was for storage.
Closing the door behind him, she pointed to a seat, and Stiles greatly took it, instantly throwing his head in his hands and elbows on his knees, crouched over and focusing on taking deep breaths.
"Just breathe Mr. Stilinski," Talia spoke rather softly, surprising Stiles. He had never seen Talia be so gentle, she was always stern and serious, very rarely offering up a smile unless it was to appease the press.
Stiles shook his head, eyes still covered. This couldn't be real, this had to be a nightmare.
"I can see you're not happy with this choice."
Stiles snorted. "That's the understatement of the year." He was embarrassed by how wrecked his voice sounded. He wanted to burst into tears, but he would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him cry.
"That's quite rare. I haven't seen someone be disappointed in around fifteen or so years." Talia crossed her arms.
"Well, I guess I'm just a record-breaker." Stiles threw up his arms, standing quickly and turning from Talia. He placed his hands on his hips and hung his head low, staring at the light grey cement ground.
"I suppose you're referring to how your name was only submitted once."
Stiles scoffed, growing angry again.
"Yeah, I suppose I am." He faced her. "Out of everyone, those who submitted thousands, those who found a way to cheat, and you can't tell me they didn't, those who begged and bribed for this, those who are crying right now out of disappointment, those who are fighting in the streets for a place to sleep, and you choose me? Me? Someone who never wanted this, someone who never asked, why? Why?" Stiles' eyes filled with tears.
"The drawing system chooses who it chooses, Mr. Stil-"
"Don't try to feed me that line of bullshit Alpha Hale."
"Watch your tone, young man." Talia said sternly, but Stiles ignored her.
"Every year it's the same pattern. Someone who submitted thousands of submissions, someone who is popular and perfect. Someone who never had to worry about their next meal, someone who will look great on television, someone who has been preparing for this moment their whole life. That isn't the random drawing system, that's the government system. That's politics. That's the media. And that isn't me."
Stiles breathed heavily and Talia remained calm.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Stiles spoke again. "With all due respect, Alpha Hale, you're a liar. Everyone knows it. You're a great Alpha, but you're a liar. The entire system is a lie and I want no part of it."
"With all due respect, Mr. Stilinski, you seem to forget what an opportunity this is." Talia spoke, growing angry.
"Oh, I am well aware of what an opportunity this is. What this all means. And I don't want it. Give it to someone else."
With that, Stiles threw open the door, shaking the hinges and stormed off.
"Mr. Stilinski!" Members of the crew called, willing him to stop, but he did no such thing, shoving past them all.
Following the glowing red exit sign, he opened a door to the outside, quickly taking off, but as soon as he did, he was stopped. Damn, they were fast. Security was instantly on him, tackling him to the ground.
"Get the fuck off of me! Get off!" He screamed, face scraped against the pavement and arms being twisted in a painful manure. He could feel the blood running down his face and heard something pop in his shoulder.
Without warning, he was pulled to his feet, panting and still fighting. He was aggressively turned towards the door where Talia Hale stood, amused.
Stiles spit out blood on the ground. "So it's already begun? Me having no choice for the rest of my life. Being forced to abide by your sick rules."
His arm was pulled even harder, cutting him off. He refused to scream in pain.
"Take him." Talia nodded to the security. They made quick work throwing him in the back of a black SUV and locking the doors.
Stiles threw his head back on the headrest. There was no way out. This was his life. He wouldn't ever get to go back to Beacon Hills. Never speak to his dad again. Tears welled up in his eyes and he decided to close them, resting his head on the window.
He stayed there for several minutes, never moving, barely breathing. He didn't try to think of a way to escape, a way to talk himself out of this situation. There was no way out. Even so, he hadn't yet reached acceptance.
Perhaps once all the Alphas saw his little scene (and he was sure it would be televised) they would decide they didn't want him. Stiles scoffed at the idea. An Omega hadn't been refused in the history of the Run.
Several more minutes later, the driver's side door opened, revealing a large African American man.
"Mr. Stilinski." The man nodded, before climbing in and starting the car. "My name is Boyd."
Stiles sighed, looking at the window as Boyd began to pull out of the building.
"Alpha Hale specifically wanted me to instruct you not to worry." Boyd spoke deep and gruffly.
Stiles snorted. "Right."
"I'm just following orders." Boyd shrugged. It was evident he really didn't give a shit how Stiles felt.
"Well, Boyd, I appreciate your willingness to fall on your knees for your Alpha."
Boyd flashed his eyes at Stiles through the rearview mirror. His glowing gold eyes screamed Beta.
"You should be grateful Alpha Hale is the Alpha over Sector Five." He spoke as if he had a personal opinion in the matter, but Stiles didn't bother to question it.
"Sorry, grateful isn't exactly in my vocabulary right now." Stiles glared. Boyd didn't reply.
After several moments of Stiles glaring out the window, his heart dropped.
"Wait, are we already headed there?"
"No. It's customary to attend a party the night of the selection."
"Fan-fucking-tastic." Stiles clunked his head on the window.
Once again, Boyd didn't respond.
"How far away are we then?" Stiles groaned.
Within a few minutes, they were pulling up to a huge iron gate. Boyd leaned out over the window and motioned to the guards, while Stiles was busy shitting himself.
The gate had a giant H on it, this was the Hale mansion.
"Why the fuck am I at the Hale mansion?"
"It's where the party is held. Come on." Boyd cut the engine after parking the car right in front of the door and opened Stiles' door. There were people rushing around everywhere, preparing for the party.
"Thanks, Charles." Stiles nodded.
Boyd glared and took off towards the front door, Stiles slow to follow. Before Boyd could even open it, the door was opened by a young woman.
"You must be Stiles." The woman spoke.
"Must already be all over national news." Stiles murmured.
"Go easy." Boyd warned the girl.
"Oh hush, come in, come in!" The young woman had long black hair with a slight curl to it, as well as striking green eyes. Her skin was an olive complexion and she was dressed in a casual red sweater and jeans.
After shutting the door, the woman turned. Stiles could instantly tell she was an Alpha.
"I'm Laura Hale." She smiled.
Stiles swallowed. Why was he meeting the Hales?
"I'm Stiles, of course, you already know that."
She laughed. "Yeah, the whole world knows who you are, especially after your little stunt."
"Shit." Stiles huffed.
She laughed again. "Don't worry sugar, the whole world already loves you. No one says it, but everyone's tired of seeing the same story over and over again. An Omega who tries to run away and takes on six security guards? Now that's a story everyone wants to follow, forget the rich bitch from Sector Twenty-Four."
Stiles managed a tiny smile. He at least appreciated the fact that Laura was trying to make him feel better.
"Guess there is no escaping the limelight now." He shrugged.
She smiled softly. "As if there ever was. The world is full of leaches. All attached to their screens, starving to live a life of glamour, so much so they try to live vicariously through other people that are wishing the exact same thing." She began to walk, motioning for Stiles to follow.
"Gotta say, I didn't expect a Hale to say something like that."
"Well, I guess we're both full of surprises," She smiled. "Let's get you cleaned up."
She led him to a bathroom, where she wet a rag and wiped all the blood off of his face. She frowned, looking at his appearance.
"I don't know much about first aid, but I think you should be all right." She smiled softly. She began to walk again, until they both took a seat on a plush looking couch.
"So, I didn't get much from your bio, what's your life like?"
Stiles snorted. "I put the least amount of information as possible. If you haven't noticed, I was trying to avoid getting chosen." Each candidate had to submit a bio with basic information. Name, where they were from, who their parents are, their education, and a little about themselves. The bio had a maximum of 500 words and most used every bit of it, except Stiles of course. He filled out all required fields and left the rest blank.
Stiles shrugged. "My life wasn't anything special."
"You say wasn't, past tense." Laura turned her head to the side, curious.
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, well that life is over, so."
"Well that's not true, I mean-"
"Right, because visitations from my dad and yearly visits to my home town to show people how fucking great the Mating Run is and how perfect my life is, is the exact same as my old life."
Laura frowned, looking down. "I know this isn't ideal, but-"
"Laura." Talia spoke from a doorway, cutting her off and seeming to communicate with her eyes alone. Stiles startled looking at her, fearing she would scold him for his planned escape, but she did no such thing.
"Let me show you to your room." Laura smiled tight lipped.
Stiles followed her through the mansion, not having time to stop and be amazed by everything around him. They walked up the stairs and eventually she opened a door towards the end of a hallway and motioned.
"This is your room. Hopefully, you find it satisfactory."
Stiles literally laughed out loud. "You really don't know much about me then. I slept on the floor for most of my life, yeah, I think a king-size bed and more square footage than I've ever seen will suffice."
Laura nodded, feeling awkard. "Well. . . good. Dinner is at six. I can let you get acquainted for a little bit. The party is at eight. You'll have to be dressed accordingly, someone will be here to get you set up."
Laura started to leave the room when Stiles stopped her.
"Wait. What is this party business all about?"
"You." She smiled and closed the door.
Stiles was fucked. I mean honestly, what was going on? Nobody knew too much on the inside scoop of things that occurred before the Mating Run, but a party? And dressed for the occasion, what did that even mean? Who all would be there?
Stiles took a seat in the bed, focusing on taking deep breaths.
Thoughts raced through his head a mile a minute. If the Hales were hosting, did that mean that one, or possibly several of them, would be entering the Run? Was that even legal, given the fact that Stiles had met them? And given the fact that Talia Hale basically ran the fucking thing?
He just wanted to talk to his dad, the person he talked to most about his problems. The person he loved the most in this entire world. He didn't even get to say goodbye, didn't get to say I love you.
He remembered the last conversation they had. They had barely even discussed the drawing, knowing there was no point, as they were both certain it Stiles couldn't possibly be chosen. They were talking about a case his dad was working on, a man stealing from a local grocery store. They had made blueberry pancakes that morning, a rare treat, only for celebration. His father had argued that if other people were celebrating, they should be too, and that meant with original maple syrup, not the sugar free kind.
A soft knock wrapped on the door. "Mr. Stilinski?" A young curly-headed kid poked his head through the door.
"Just Stiles." He mumbled.
The man nodded. "I've come to let you know that dinner is ready, please follow me."
Stiles nodded, standing. He quickly removed his suit jacket and tie, unbuttoning the top buttons, still uncomfortable and not caring about looking his best. If he was going to be forced to go to a dinner, he wasn't going to look the part.
The kid seemed around Stiles' age and was casually dressed in a green sweater and jeans.
"My name is Isaac by the way. Isaac Lahey."
The name sounded familiar, but Stiles couldn't place why. He figured they probably went to the same high school or something.
Soon they entered the dining hall, filled with a huge mahogany table and many wolves already seated. Talia sat at the head of the table, in a more intricate chair.
"Mr. Stilinski, I'm so glad you joined us." Talia spoke.
"Would you rather me come in kicking and screaming?" Stiles asked. The entire table laughed, startling Stiles. He wasn't joking.
"Not in particular." She shook her head no.
"Well I for one am all for your stunt, I thought it was absolutely fucking hilarious." A scantily clad blonde spoke. Her breasts were practically spilling out of her tight shirt and her eyeliner was thick.
"Erica, language at the table." Talia snapped. Erica turned her neck slightly, submitting.
That was going to be Stiles' life from now on. Submitting after only a glance.
More wolves continued to fill in seats, all but one, to the right of Talia. Stiles wondered who was supposed to fill that one. Right of the Alpha was supposed to be second in command, but it remained empty.
Plates were passed out and everyone dug in once Alpha Hale gave the nod, a tradition, but Stiles only picked at his food, still feeling queasy from the day.
"So Stiles, why don't you share a little about yourself? We'd all like to get to know you." Talia spoke. The entire table grew quiet, all eyes on him.
Stiles sighed, putting down his fork. "Really? I don't see why." He crossed his arm. He hated being the center of attention and didn't feel like sharing his life story with strangers who had nothing in common with him.
"Why what?" Talia asked.
"Why you would all like to know about me? I am just a face in the game right? Someone to boo, someone to cheer for. Someone to keep up with, all of my embarrassing moments, fits of rage, hell, even watching me take a shit if part of your fun isn't it?"
No one spoke. "You wanna know about me? I grew up in the streets until I was twelve, when my dad finally could secure a job. From there, I lived in an apartment where I saw more cockroaches on the walls and needles on the ground than I did meals on the table. I went to school, where I was beaten weekly and flunked out. I got a job, where I was harassed every night leaving work, fearing for my life. While others grew up around me dreaming of mating a big strong Alpha, I grew up praying I would never be entered, because while the other Omegas saw wealth and power as freedom, I saw being left alone as freedom. I didn't want this, I still don't. I don't need it, I don't deserve it. While you all think it's hilarious I try to escape and "make a scene," just remember I'm going to try to do so every damn day, so I don't have to be stuck in this shitty piece of crap system that demands I be fucked and filled with pups while cameras are on me constantly for you lazy fucking inbreds to be entertained."
With that, Stiles got up so fast his chair squeezed across the floor and stormed off to his chamber, leaving the room utterly silent and shocked.
He tried to be thrilled by what he just said, how he had told them off, but he wasn't. He was upset. It didn't really make him feel any better and it wouldn't change anything. He would still be stuck here, except now he probably made things worse for himself.
He just wanted to go home. To be left alone. To have his life go back to normal.
As he climbed in the unfamiliar bed filled with unfamiliar scents, he cried, messy and long. Sobs wracking his chest and red cheeks stained permanently with tears.
He let it all out, all the anger, sadness, and pain. He cried for his dad, for Scott, for his life. He cried for his future. He cried for the life he had to live. And most of all, he cried for the freedom he had fought so hard to get, that was being ripped out of his hands right in front of him.
Somehow, Stiles managed to fall asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, one that felt only a few minutes long, when in actuality it was a little over an hour.
He woke with a start when there was a knock on the door.
Quickly shooting up out of bed, Stiles looked around. Damn. It wasn't all a dream. This hell was a reality.
"Mr. Stilinski?" A woman called.
Stiles sighed heavily and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it.
An older woman with brown hair smiled back at him, little wisps of grey hairs sticking out of her messy bun. She was carrying a large bag over her shoulder.
"Hey, honey. My name's Caroline. Mind if I come in?"
Stiles nodded, opening up the door entirely.
"I'm here to get you ready for the party."
"Oh. Right." Stiles nodded. He was hoping the party was canceled after his outburst. No such luck.
"Now then. I've got a suit here for you." She unzipped the bag, revealing a beautiful navy blue suit, with a white collared shirt and a red tie. She also brought out brown dress shoes and a few other items.
"We'll make you look all spiffy." She smiled greatly.
Stiles knew he shouldn't, but he liked her. She was friendly and just seemed. . . warm.
"So, what exactly is this party all about? Laura just said it was about me." Stiles asked, gathering the clothes in his hand.
"Well, she's pretty much right. It's a celebration of the Mating Run Candidate, a celebration of a new season. Everyone, well all the important people, will be here to see you."
Stiles swallowed. "Well, that's not terrifying."
Caroline chuckled. "Don't you worry sugar. They are all excited to see you, they're happy for you. Besides, the Hales will keep you safe."
Stiles nodded, still on edge.
"Now then, go change, I only have so much time to make you my masterpiece."
Stiles went to the joined bathroom, quickly changing. This was the second time today he had to wear a suit, and he wasn't thrilled.
Even so, he had to admit that it fit perfectly. He wasn't sure how they got his exact measurements, but somehow they did. The pants were snug and complemented his legs, elongating them, and the jacket didn't swallow him as his cheap one did. The shoes even fit great and were surprisingly comfortable. The whole ensemble probably cost more than his entire collection of paychecks.
He straightened his tie and walked out to a beaming Caroline.
"Oh my, my! Don't you look sweet! These Alphas are going to eat you up!"
That wasn't exactly comforting.
"Now then, come here." She motioned with her hands. Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up to Stiles' hair, while he squatted down to help her out.
She ran her fingers through it, gently pulling and reshaping it with a slight bit of pomade.
"There. Officially my masterpiece. Guys are so much easier. You throw on a suit and suddenly you're a runway model. It isn't fair really." She frowned. "Alright sugar, that's all for me. Isaac will be in for you shortly." With that, she grabbed her things and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Stiles exclaimed.
She turned back around, eyes raised expectantly.
"Uh. What exactly do I have to do tonight?"
"Just follow the Hales, they'll be showing you off. People will shake your hand, throw them a nice smile and down a few glasses of champagne if you can. The night will be over before you know it." She winked, before making her exit.
Stiles took a shaky breath, looking at himself in the mirror. He certainly didn't look like someone who would be drawn as the Candidate. Eyes too big, skin too pale, body too skinny, not to mention his scraped face.
At least Caroline had managed to do something with his hair.
A knock came again and Isaac opened the door.
"Hey." He gave a soft smile. "You look great."
Stiles nodded. "So do you."
Isaac was dressed in a simple black suit with a black skinny tie with more defined curls than Stiles last saw.
"You ready?" Isaac asked.
"No, not at all, but I'd rather get this over with, so lead the way."
As he led Stiles down the hallway, the noise grew louder. People chatting, glasses clanging, soft music, and the occasional fit of laughter.
"Just a piece of advice, when you don't know what to say or do, just smile."
"That's the best you've got?" Stiles hissed.
Isaac shrugged. "They just came here to see you and most were forced to come anyways. They already know that you aren't like every other Candidate before. They don't know what to expect from you, so just be as normal as you can."
Isaac paused right at the top of the stairs.
"This is it, remember, just smile. Talia's going to meet you at the base of the stairs, so just don't fall on your face on the way down." Isaac grinned and turned to walk away, leaving Stiles all alone, about to make his grand entrance.
He just had to run down the stairs and not fall, it would be fine. Please God let it be fine. . .
Stiles took a deep breath and shoved his left hand in his pocket in hopes to stop it from shaking. He took a step into the light and wanted to turn right back around.
At the bottom of the stairs was a mass amount of people, all dressed in suits and glitter and gold, chatting loudly and drinking often. They hadn't yet noticed Stiles and he was thankful for that.
Quickly, he glanced down at Alpha Hale, who was waiting. She gave him a small smile and nod, reassuring him.
With another breath, Stiles took another step out, and heads began to turn. Applause instantly erupted and people began to cheer. Quickly, Stiles dropped his head and started to walk down the stairs, focusing on his steps. He felt like he was walking down the stairway to hell.
After what felt like years, he reached Alpha Hale, who wrapped her arm into Stiles' elbow, making it look like Stiles was escorting her, when in actuality it was the other way around.
She gave a big smile and squeezed his arm, trying to calm him down. Soon the crowd quieted down, all eyes on the both of them.
"Good evening everyone. I am so glad you are here."
Stiles tried to breathe, looking back at the crowd that was staring at him.
"As you all know, tonight is a celebration. We are thrilled to welcome Mr. Stiles Stilinski into our home. I hope you all get the absolute pleasure of meeting him, he truly is a unique individual."
Several people softly laughed. So everyone had indeed seen his attempted escape.
"Now then," Talia suddenly had a glass of champagne in her hands. "To a night full of celebration, joy, and laughter. Cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses and went around clinking them, while Talia leaned in close.
"You're doing great. Just keep smiling and follow my lead."
Stiles was honestly surprised Talia was being this kind to him after what he had done only two hours ago. He knew he wasn't exactly kind and that Talia had opened up her home to him, but that didn't mean that he wanted that in the first place.
"Alpha Hale!" A man quickly walked over to them, before they had even made it three feet away from the staircase. He was quite a short man, with brown hair cropped short and a nicely trimmed beard. He was sporting a dark grey suit with a red bow tie. He seemed to be in his forties or so, and his receding hairline secured the guess.
"Ah, Tom, how are you?"
"Quite well, thank you. Ah, Mr. Stilinski, such a pleasure to meet you." He slightly bowed. Stiles felt awkward. Never in his life had someone ever shown this much respect towards him and he wasn't sure he liked it.
"Uh, yeah you too."
"Stiles, this is Alpha Tom, of the Clayton household. He's a few hours from Beacon Hills." Talia motioned.
Tom nodded. "Yes, Forest Falls is a lovely place, you must come visit sometime!"
"I'll put it on my to-do list." Stiles smiled tightly.
"If you'll excuse us, Tom," Talia spoke, leading Stiles away.
"You're doing great." She smiled, slightly squeezing his arm.
Stiles relaxed ever so slightly, though his back was still rigid with nerves as he continued to be lead around the room by Talia. People were constantly staring, though some did try to make it look like they weren't. Even so, it was painful to be apart of. Stiles had never had all eyes on him and while most people in his situation would probably revel in the attention, Stiles just wanted to return to his room.
Soon they were approached by a woman with dark skin and bold blue eyes. She only seemed to be around her thirties or so and was drop-dead gorgeous. Wearing a sparkling forest green dress that hugged her curves, she screamed powerful femininity.
"Talia, so nice to see you again." She smiled big and bright, revealing her stunning white teeth.
"You as well, Jafari."
"My, my. You must be Stiles. Such a unique name no?" Jafari turned her head to the side.
"Well, I've never exactly heard the name Jafari either." Stiles spoke.
To his surprise, she laughed. "You are as funny as they say. It's a traditional African name. I'm not from around here, as you can tell by my accent."
"But we are so glad you are here." Talia smiled.
Jafari nodded. "Me as well. Certainly better than where I was before. Now then, what do you think of this party Stiles? Good, no?" She took a small sip of her glass, awaiting Stiles' response.
"It's lovely." He responded quickly, not wanting to upset the Alpha who was currently gripping his arm. It wasn't entirely a lie either, he decided. In any other situation, Stiles might have been enjoying himself more, or at least not wanting to leave quite so fast. Then again, in no other situation would he ever be in the presence of so many famous werewolf families, let alone Alpha Talia Hale herself.
It all honesty, it truly was a lovely party. Full of exquisite hors d'oeurves, expensive champagne, and people gathered in clothing that cost more money than Stiles could even think of. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and was excited to see him, something Stiles had never experienced.
"Yes." Jafari nodded. "Well, you must have a lot more people to meet, and I've got more champagne to drink." She winked, before giving Alpha Hale a slight bow and turning to grab another glass.
Stiles sighed as they took off once again. This could go on all night.
"You're about to meet Alpha Edric. He is a very powerful man from Sector Two and we are working on a few contracts with them, so please be respectful."
"Have I not been already?" Stiles groaned.
Talia chuckled. "You've been great. I only meant keep it up. Now then, he's just over there."
Stiles turned his head and finally saw who Talia must have been talking about.
He was a very tall and stocky man with dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He was dressed in an almost too tight black suit that was bulging at the arms. He was casually leaned back on the bar countertop, whiskey in hand.
Before they had even reached the bar, the man turned, locking eyes with Stiles. Immediately his eyes flashed red and Stiles gasped slightly.
"Alpha Edric, I am so glad you could make it tonight."
"Well I wouldn't want to miss something like this now would I?" Edric cocked his head to the side, looking Stiles up and down.
"The camera truly doesn't do you justice Mr. Stilinski. It is a pleasure to meet you." Edric stuck out his hand and Stiles hesitated only a moment before he took it.
"Pleasure's mine." Stiles mumbled.
"I gotta say, I'm a little disappointed I'm not running this year, I would have snatched you up before you could even step off the platform." He grinned wickedly, taking a sip of his drink, ice cubes clinking together.
"Yes, it is a disappointment. Perhaps next year then?" Talia spoke.
Edric finally broke eye contact with Stiles. "Perhaps."
Talia nodded, giving a small smile.
"Tell me Mr. Stilinski-"
"Stiles." He interrupted, causing Talia to squeeze his arm harshly.
"Stiles, then." He grinned. "Tell me, Stiles, how does a man like you end up in an event like this?"
The question was clearly accusatory and Stiles didn't have a good answer.
"I've been asking myself that question since I was chosen." Stiles tried to remain lighthearted but didn't appreciate being accused of meddling with the system when he so strongly didn't want to be involved in the first place.
Edric hummed, taking another sip. "They say your name was only in the drawing once. Curious."
"Well, I guess they got one thing right about me." Stiles said sternly.
"I think I'd like to find out more." He grinned wolfishly.
"Well, then I guess you'll just have to stay tuned. Excuse me." This time it was Stiles tugging Talia away, leading her to who-knows-where.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Stiles turned to Talia, expecting a lecture.
"I think that went well." Talia said calmly.
"Really?" Stiles questioned.
"Edric is quite different than most Sector Alphas. He likes a challenge and hates to be bored. He certainly likes you. I don't think that could have gone better, though you did worry me in the beginning."
"How much more of this?" Stiles groaned.
"Not much. Soon the festivities will truly begin, then the showings of The Selection, then a speech, then everyone will leave."
"Wait, I don't have to give a speech right?"
"No, no. I'll do most of the talking." Stiles sighed in relief.
"Now then, looks like the dancing will soon begin. Do you dance?" Talia asked.
"Ha! Absolutely not." Stiles never learned to dance, that was only something for the wealthy. Even so, he was uncoordinated and could barely walk in a straight line, let alone dance.
"Well, I suspect you will soon have to learn, but given the chaos of tonight already, I'll let you sit this one out. My daughter, Cora, loathes dancing. Feel free to join her, she's standing right over there." Stiles followed Talia's gaze and saw a young woman leaning against the wall, arms crossed. She was wearing a modest strapless black gown with black shoes, hair pulled back over her shoulder.
Stiles turned to ask Talia something and noticed she was already gone. Noticing people begin to dance as the music picked up, Stiles quickly made his way to Cora, not wanting to be asked to dance or stuck on the dance floor.
"Uh, hey." Stiles said awkwardly, leaning against the wall next to her.
"Hey." She snapped.
Stiles cleared his throat. "Heard you don't like dancing."
"No, so if you even think about-"
"Woah, woah, woah. No worries there, I don't dance." Stiles waved his arms.
Cora peered at him for a moment, before turning back around to face the crowd.
"Good. Mother always forces me to dance at these things, but I refused tonight."
"What makes tonight any different?" Stiles asked.
"Yesterday was my fifteenth birthday. I'm practically an adult and will not be forced to participate in such childish things."
Stiles smiled and looked around, noticing all of the adults dancing, most of them older.
"I don't see anyone youthful out there."
Cora snorted. "I meant being forced to dance. I grow quite tired of old men laying their hand too low on the small of my back."
Stiles made a face. "No wonder you refused."
"Let's just hope you don't face a similar fate in the Mating Run."
Stiles paled, growing sick.
Cora turned, noticing Stiles' face and demeanor change.
"I was only joking. Besides, most everyone in the Mating Run is under thirty." She shrugged.
"Right." As if that was supposed to make it better. Stiles could only imagine being mated to a thirty year old while he was eighteen.
"I only hope mother won't force me to join like she did Derek." Cora cocked her eyebrow, arms crossing farther.
"Jesus, how many Alphas are in your family?"
Cora snorted. "Why do you think my family is so powerful? So far, Alpha Talia Hale has popped out three Alphas, a rare occurrence." Cora sneered at her mother's name.
"Then how come Laura isn't running this year?"
Cora rolled her eyes. "Laura is promised to another, from another Sector. Mother fears that if she were to run this year, it would cause issues in politics, or that's what she says. Even so, she wasn't forced to run her first two years of eligibility, unlike my brother, or myself I suspect."
"You are forced to run? I thought it was optional for Alphas, that's why they only took fifty, one Alpha for every one Omega competing."
"This is the case for most everyone, except for my family." Cora sighed. "Mother thinks that as the Alpha for Sector Five and an advocate for the Mating Run, it is only fair her children represent her beliefs and therefore participate. Except for Laura, of course, her favorite child." Cora grumbled.
"Well, I would say that that seems fucked, except I can't manage to feel any sympathy for you." Stiles said honestly.
Cora shrugged. "I like straight shooters."
Stiles smiled. He supposed he was grateful the Hale family wasn't a bunch of trolls.
Looking out at the crowd, he saw most participating in traditional Sector Five dances, while others were still mingling around the group or at the bar. While looking, he locked eyes with Alpha Edric, still sitting at the bar and sipping his drink, watching him.
"What's up with that guy?" Stiles asked Cora, hoping that Alpha Edric couldn't hear him given the distance, music, and other noise.
"Alpha Edric?" Cora shook her head. "Guy's a horndog. He competed in the Run a few years ago and got disqualified."
"Disqualified? I didn't know that was even possible."
"Clearly you don't watch the Run, it's what he's known for. There are only a few ways Alphas can get disqualified and there have only been two occurrences."
"Right, that one guy who killed the Omega girl like fifteen years ago."
"Yeah, murder is one way to get disqualified."
"And the other?" Stiles pressed.
"Taking several mates."
Stiles screwed his face. "I thought the whole point of the Run was for Alphas to find their one."
"Not in Edric's eyes. His goal was to fuck as many Omegas as he could, then leave them there to fend for themselves, whilst making his way around."
"That's sick." Stiles spit.
Cora hummed in agreeance. "He tried to justify his actions to the court and I guess it worked to some degree."
"How do you justify something like that?"
"Well, he claimed that since he didn't claim them, just had sex with them, that he didn't do anything explicitly wrong. There is nothing in the rulebook that says Alphas can't have sex with multiple Omegas, it just had never happened before."
Stiles risked looking back at Edric and was thankful he wasn't staring back at him.
"How's he still around if he got disqualified?"
Cora signed. "It's all part of the system. Once you're in the Run, you're essentially famous for life, regardless of what follows after. Besides, he's an extremely powerful Alpha, ruling over Sector Two. And still somehow popular with many who agreed that he did nothing wrong."
"Did he ever even take an Omega?"
"No, well not really. He did for like two days, just because he had to basically, but then dumped them less than forty-eight hours later, said he wanted to keep his options open. Edric isn't exactly one to commit. Trust me, if werewolves could get STD's, he'd have every single one in the book."
Stiles made a face, even more disgusted the man had been so desperately flirting with him.
"I don't understand how he could still somehow be well-liked."
"Or well feared." Cora shrugged. "Politics is politics."
"I guess things will never change." Stiles sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"Don't be so sure. Things already are."
"What do you mean?"
Cora shook her head. "Nothing, I'm out of line. Mother would skin me alive if she knew I was talking to you about the Mating Run."
"The Mating Run is heavily televised and known by everyone on the Earth, how could it be so hush-hush?"
"It's not the Mating Run itself, it's the. . . logistics, I suppose. Anyways, are you ready then?" Cora asked, trying to change the subject.
She laughed. "Oh, I don't know, the biggest event of the year, which just so happens to begin tomorrow night?"
"Oh, right. I try not to think about it."
Cora laughed again. "You really are a character." She was much more relaxed than when Stiles came over to her at first and he thought that perhaps in another life they would have been good friends.
"I keep hearing things like that."
"Well, I suspect you could get used to it. The Mating Run has never seen anyone like you in the history of the Run. And I suspect you won't stop with just attacking security guards. The world expects a show, and they expect you to be the one to deliver."
"So what, I can't just fake it until I make it?"
Cora chuckled. "You can try, but with a mouth like yours? That's going to be impossible."
"Guess you got me there."
For a few minutes, they stood in silence, watching the crowd dance, before the music slowly faded.
"Good evening everyone," a voice called from the top of the stairs. Talia once again was speaking to the crowd.
"I hope everyone has been enjoying their nights." A round of applause was heard, neither Stiles nor Cora participating.
"It is now time to watch the Selection Ceremony. Please turn your attention to the screen."
The lights dimmed and people turned to the giant screen. After a few moments, a deep voice was heard over the black screen.
"Sector One: Omega Hannah Burton, of the Burton household."
A video began to play, showing a young blonde girl crying, running to the stage in joy. She was dressed in a simple baby blue dress, not a wrinkle in sight. He heels clacked as she came on stage, hugging the Alpha who announced her choosing.
Turning to the camera, she smiled brightly.
"I would just like to thank everyone who got me here, my family, and my friends. And thank you, Alpha Henry. I am just so incredibly thankful to begin my journey of love and. . ."
Stiles groaned, tuning out. Cora gave a light chuckle but continued to watch. Stiles chose to look around once again instead. Seeing that everyone was essentially glued to the screen, he slowly made his way to a back door, hoping to not be caught.
Grabbing the door handle and twisting it slowly, he prayed the door wouldn't creak as he quickly pushed his body through the crack.
Shutting the door behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief and shuddered at the cool night air.
Staring at the moon, he breathed in deep, knowing that in just a few days, he would be looking at the same moon on a different side of the country, life forever changed.
He walked farther onto the lawn and was surprised no guards had stopped him yet. He thought about running, but knew he wouldn't get far. It would be a waste of time and energy.
Taking a seat on the grass, he brought his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them.
Closing his eyes he breathed deep and tried not to think about his father. Even so, tears welled up in his eyes. Maybe he could somehow find a phone or even write a letter. Surely if people were able to sneak extra submissions, he could sneak a phone call.
Stiles was startled when he opened his eyes and saw Laura sitting next to him.
"Jesus fucki- you scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry," She smiled sheepishly. "It's a beautiful night." Laura gazed up at the moon, face illuminated. She was wearing a pale pink dress that complimented her skin tone and made her green eyes stand out.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Stiles sighed.
"Look, Stiles. I know you don't want to do this, it's obvious even without your outburst last night. And I know telling you that people kill for this opportunity won't change your mind. I know this isn't how you saw your life and as cheesy as it is to say look on the bright side, just try it. I won't pretend to know what you're going through, especially as an Omega, but let's just say I understand, to a degree." Laura's face grew sad and she turned away.
"Because you're promised to another?"
"How did-? Cora." Laura rolled her eyes. "Guess the secret is out then. Yes, I am to marry a man from Sector Forty-Seven in less than a year."
"How does that even work?"
"My mother wants to create as much peace as possible, it's why she supported the Mating Run even in its creation. She wants an alliance with Sector Thirty-Two, they are a very wealthy sector and she hopes that by promising off an Alpha Offspring, we can work something out."
"Do you even know who it is?"
Laura smiled softly. "No, I just know it is a Beta wolf from a very wealthy family."
Stiles shook his head. "It's just not fair, for either of us. We shouldn't be forced to spend the rest of our lives with a stranger."
Laura turned towards him. "Even so, isn't it worth it if it's for the good of my Sector?"
Stiles scoffed. "Maybe so, but what about me, huh? Who is this benefiting besides the Alpha who gets to parade me around like his chew toy?"
Laura smiled softly. "I appreciate you being so passionate, truly I do. It is so rare to see someone fight for what they believe in, but I think you forget about the possible benefits of your. . . arrangement, not to mention the fact that you paint us Alphas in a very negative manner. I think if you got to know us, you would see that we were not all so bad."
"Really, so Alpha Edric is just a good guy then?"
"That's not fair. There are bad people everywhere, regardless of their sex or status. Edric was one bad apple in years of the Mating Run."
Stiles shook his head. "I don't think you get it. It's not the fact that I'll be with an Alpha that bothers me, I mean I am genetically born ready and yearning for an Alpha. I'm not repulsed by this idea. What I am repulsed by is the fact that I will be forced to be with someone who I don't want to be with, for the rest of my life."
"And how are you so sure you won't want to be with them?"
Stiles didn't have an answer for her.
"As you said, you don't know any of these people. You have no right to judge them before you have even met them, just like no one has the right to judge you."
Stiles hung his head. He supposed she had a point.
"I am sorry for being so defensive, but my brother is going to be out there. My family. My pack. My friends. While you may not want to be out there, just remember some Alphas may not want to either."
"Your brother you mean?"
Laura smiled softly. "I guess Cora just revealed all of our family secrets, didn't she? Yes, my brother. Now I'm not allowed to say much more."
"That's exactly what Cora said, why is that?"
"Perhaps she does have a brain then. I cannot discuss the Mating Run further, being that a member of my family is running, my mother practically runs the damn thing, and as an Alpha of the Hale pack, I know more than anyone else in the nation."
"So you know why I got picked."
Laura swallowed. "The drawing chooses who it chooses."
"The words of your mother. You all really are brainwashed." Stiles stood quickly, turning to walk away.
"Stiles, wait!" Laura chased after him. "I'm sorry I can't say more, believe me, I would if I could." She sighed. "Look, just please, try to look on the bright side. It's not all bad, and. . . look if you ever need anything," she looked around quickly. "just find my brother."
With that, she was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Stiles alone in the yard once again.
Shaking his head, he headed back inside, hoping no one had noticed his absence.
When he slipped back in, everyone's attention was still on the screen, and he heard the narrator call out Sector forty-nine. Good, they were almost done.
He returned back to his spot standing next to Cora, who smiled when he joined her again.
"Enjoy your moonlight stroll?" She whispered.
Stiles chuckled. "If only it was longer."
"Everyone enjoyed your video."
Stiles turned red. "Oh God, they showed that?"
"The selection, dumbass, not your encounter with the law, though that's been on repeat on everyone's phones."
The end of the video quickly finished and a round of applause was heard. The lights were turned back on slowly and everyone turned their attention back to Talia, who suddenly was next to Stiles, startling him.
"What a great selection of candidates this year." Another round of applause.
"Once again, we would like to thank everyone for coming out. It's always a pleasure to see everyone all gathered here together, like one big pack." She smiled. "Mr. Stiles Stilinksi must be leaving soon to start his journey, let's all congratulate him once more."
The room erupted in applause and cheers once more and Stiles only gave a brief nod, noticing the cameras.
"I know he is feeling many mixed emotions heading off into this new journey and could use all of your support. Please remember to tune in for the event, as if I have to remind you." Everyone laughed, while Stiles' grimaced.
"Everyone, Stiles Stilinski." Talia motioned towards him and people cheered loudly once again. Stiles tried to manage a brief smile and was thankful when Talia quickly escorted him out.
"Well done Stiles." Talia said.
Giant doors sectioning off the room were shut behind them and he came into a room with the full pack.
"You managed your first party without throwing up." Erica smirked
"The night is still young." Stiles grimaced.
"Now then, it's probably about time to-" Talia started.
"Oh come on mom, can't he just have a few hours to just. . . hang out?" Cora exclaimed.
"Cora, we do not have time-"
"Mother, he doesn't leave until the morning, and as he said, the night is still young, at least let him enjoy a glass." Laura spoke.
The pack looked at Talia hopefully, making Stiles ponder.
"Fine, but this just means everyone else must be on their A-game tomorrow."
"Yes, Alpha." Everyone spoke.
Cora and Laura approached him excitedly.
"You did it!" Laura said happily.
"I didn't do much, just kinda stood there." Stiles said, confused.
"Exactly." Erica said.
"Erica hush. You talked to everyone without pissing any Alphas off, especially Edric, and managed not to ruin your reputation. That's worth celebrating." Laura smiled.
"And here I thought my reputation was ruined when I tried to fight off those security guards and called you all inbreds." Stiles said, accepting the glass of champagne from Isaac.
Everyone laughed. "Trust me, we've been called way worse."
"Oh really, by who?" Stiles smiled, taking a swig of his drink. He couldn't imagine anyone challenging the Hale pack or speaking bad of them.
"By me." The room grew quiet as a man stepped around the corner. He had sandy brown hair and blue eyes, along with a little bit of scruff. He was not dressed like the others, instead wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black jeans.
"Peter, we weren't expecting you." Talia spoke from the opposite corner.
"Well it's not truly a party until I arrive now is it?" Peter crept closer and everyone grew viably tense.
"You must be the infamous Stiles." He smirked.
"And you are?" Stiles asked.
The man stepped right up to Stiles. "I'm Peter Hale."
Stiles looked around and saw everyone who was sitting was now standing, an intense look on their faces.
"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" He asked.
"Aw, isn't that sad. My own pack didn't mention me."
Talia rolled her eyes. "Peter, how unexpected of you to drop by. What's your reason?"
"What, I can't visit my family every once and a while?"
"You only come here when you want something, spill it." Talia snarled.
"Oh dear sister," he walked towards her, and Stiles was thankful he wasn't near him anymore. Something about him just seemed off.
"I only wished to meet dear Stiles."
"You and everyone else in the Northern Hemisphere." Stiles huffed.
"Well, you are quite a spectacle after all." Peter smirked.
"How so?" Stiles asked. While he was sure Peter was referencing his stunt and his desire to avoid the Mating Run, he wondered if there was something more he didn't know.
Peter began to open his mouth when Talia stopped him. "Peter, we have a long day ahead of us. I think it's time we wrap this night up, yes?"
"Aw, but things were just starting to get interesting." He stepped even closer to Stiles. "Weren't they, Stiles?"
Stiles grimaced and tried to take a step back, but Peter flashed his red eyes.
"I'd hate to disappoint my nephew, but I might just have to keep you myself." Peter traced a claw along Stiles' jaw. With a sudden burst of anger, Stiles smacked his hand away, gaining shock from the room.
"I'm no one's pet to keep. Stay away from me." Stiles said boldly. Peter only grinned wider, exposing his canines.
"You speak to an Alpha like that, boy?"
"Enough Peter," Talia growled, flashing her red eyes and making her pack submit. All except Peter and Stiles that is.
"Do not ruin this night. If you only came here for trouble, then leave."
"Tsk, tsk, dear sister. Don't forget this is my house too. I think I'll stay awhile, or perhaps travel to Sector Thirty-Seven."
Talia growled. "You have no business going to the Mating Run, you know it isn't open to the general public."
"Oh, surely they wouldn't notice if I just snuck my way in." He glared.
"You had your chance years ago Peter, and you blew it. Shall I remind you?"
"No need." He said sternly.
Turning towards Stiles once more, he grimaced. "Don't be so sure these are people you can trust, dear Stiles. Everyone has a secret."
With that, he was gone, the room releasing the breath they were holding.
"What the hell was that?" Stiles was the first to speak.
"That was my Uncle Peter. He's bat-shit crazy, just ignore him." Laura said, smiling softly.
Stiles had the feeling something was going on that he wasn't in on. It seemed everyone was walking on eggshells.
"Now then, I think it's time for bed, we have a big day tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?" Stiles asked.
"Tomorrow you leave for Sector Thirty-Seven, where the Mating Run will be held this year. There, you will meet your fellow competitors, go over the rules, have a day of training, and get to see who the Alpha candidates are."
Stiles stayed quiet. So it actually all began tomorrow. Everything just seemed so quick. Just a few hours ago his name was being called, and in a few more hours he would be in another Sector, awaiting his fate.
"Laura, please escort Stiles to his room, everyone else, good night."
With that everyone dispersed, all heading to their own private quarters. Laura gave Stiles a brief smile as she began to lead him back to his room.
He was a little sad in a way he had to be leaving so soon, mostly because he was dreading what was to come, but also because he had never seen such luxury. Not to mention that as much as it pained him to even think this, the Hale's were actually. . . nice. They had shown him kindness and patience, accepting him graciously even through his outburst. Stiles knew it could be a lot worse.
He of course had heard the horror stories. Omegas who had been abused by Alphas, at home and in the streets. Omegas who were too weak to fight back and were taken advantage of during their heat, or not. The Mating Run was supposed to fix that, and while Alpha-Omega crime rates were down, it still happened every day.
How are you supposed to fix crimes that primarily happened between those who aren't rich, famous, or popular? Just regular Omegas, and sick, perverted Alphas. Those are the things not covered in media, not discussed at the dinner table. As of it never happens. As if it doesn't matter.
Arriving at the bedroom, Laura turned. She paused a moment, before lunging at Stiles, wrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Laura you're- ah! Crushing me." Stiles groaned out.
"Sorry." Laura looked down sheepishly. "I'm so glad I got to meet you, Stiles. I only hope. . . well, I'm sure you're going to find an amazing Alpha."
Stiles nodded. It was all he could muster.
"Try to get a good nights sleep, I know you'll need your energy."
"Yeah, running for my life and all." Stiles snorted.
"Just. . ." Laura looked around. "Just remember what I said earlier. Stay safe. Be smart. I hope to see you again someday." Laura squeezed his hand gently and was gone the next instance.
"Damn werewolves and their fancy mojo." Stiles rolled his eyes and stepped into the bedroom, frowning.
He stepped into the conjoined bathroom, stripping down. He wanted to wash this night off as quick as he could. All of the stares, all of the handshakes, all of the smirks from Alpha Edric.
It took him a few minutes to figure out the shower, he had only used one of them once before. Most households in his neighborhood only contained a bathtub.
He yelped when he stepped in, the water freezing cold. Wiggling the knobs he finally got the water to an acceptable temperature.
An array of soaps and shampoos were on the large shelf and Stiles wasn't sure which one to choose from.
He grabbed a shampoo at random and gave it a whiff, practically sneezing at the floral scent. He grabbed another and gave another small sniff, finding this one acceptable.
Quickly lathering up his hair he scrubbed hard, then tentatively chose a body wash.
This one smelled simple enough, like clean laundry and rain. Stiles didn't like overwhelming scents, but as he applied the body wash he almost wanted to change his mind. Perhaps if he doused himself in overwhelming scents, the Alphas wouldn't want him, unable to smell his natural Omega scent. Yeah right.
Stiles scrubbed his entire body until he felt clean, then repeated the process, making sure he felt fully fresh.
He then just stood there for a little while, letting the warm stream of water hit his back and form little beads that rolled all the way down his legs until they touched the floor.
Tomorrow was the day. The day his life would officially change. He knew now there was no getting out of it, but as much as he tried to listen to the Hale's and stay positive, he just couldn't.
Now the only thing he could hope for was that he would get an Alpha who would treat him right. Perhaps if he were to find Derek Hale, he would be as nice as the rest of the Hale's. Well, all except Peter that is.
Stiles turned off the water and stepped out with a shiver, quickly wrapping himself in a large fluffy white towel. Once dry he lowered the towel and wiped down the mirror, gazing at himself.
He was skinny, pale, covered in small moles. Eyes too big, nose too upturned, hair too messy. He wasn't meant for the limelight. There must have been a mess-up. Whatever Alpha got stuck with him would not be happy, he or she would be disappointed, especially once he or she heard Stiles' opinions on this entire thing.
With a sigh Stiles left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, quickly searching through the dresser. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt he climbed under the fluffy covers, cozying up.
Breathing in deep, he tried to relax and enjoy these last few moments of bliss. He doubted he would ever see the Hale's again, except perhaps at a reunion ball. He was thankful for their hospitality and grace, and this bed.
Rolling over, Stiles grabbed the covers, closing his eyes and willing sleep to come, knowing he needed his energy if he wanted to put up any kind of fight. Even whilst being in the most comfortable bed he had ever experienced, he couldn't seem to find the right position. Tossing and turning Stiles refused to glance at the clock, knowing seeing the number would only stress him out further.
Pure exhaustion finally overtook him sometime in the early morning.
Stiles dreamed of glowing red eyes and pointed white teeth.
He awoke early with a groan, this time with no confusion. He remembered vividly where he was and what was going on, much to his disappointment.
Stretching, he wasted no time getting out of bed, anxiety already making his stomach flutter and his breathing pick up. Moving the white curtain, he glanced out the window and saw that the sun was just now rising. Perhaps he would have at least a few moments to himself, to try and collect his thoughts before he was rushed out the door.
He was at least thankful he knew what would be going on today, or at least the basis of it. He liked to be prepared for things, which is one of the reasons why this whole experience had really thrown him for a loop. His whole life he always had a plan. How to act, how to survive, how to carry on the next day. It was a skill he learned pretty early on. When you're living in the streets, you don't have many options but to plan.
He would map out in his mind where he was going to try and find his next meal for him and his father. Crossing off certain areas he knew were occupied by other, much larger groups, and moving the places he had been recently to the back of his mind. He would sit in silence against a brick wall for hours, using his fingers in the mud to map out the city, his father watching quietly, occasionally offering suggestions.
Once he decided on three options, plans A, B, and C, he would then decide his next course of action. When was he going to go? Was he going to avoid people? Was he going to use them to his advantage? What would he do if he got caught, run, flirt, scream, fight? What would be his backup plan?
Once he got to where he needed to be, what would he take? How much should he carry?
Stiles watched the sunrise, trying to impossibly form a plan for this insane day.
He knew one thing. He couldn't hide, scratch that off his list of ideas. He would be thrown into crowds of people, other Omegas, other people watching his every move, and even recording it for others to watch. His moves had to be calculated, not erratic as he had been. He had to be smart.
He had to try and fit in, another impossible task. Stiles had never fit in his whole life, sticking out like a sore thumb. In school, he was always the smart, weird kid who clicked his pen too much. The kid who sat the bench, the kid who wore the same jacket too often, the kid who would skip lunch, insisting he wasn't hungry, the kid who somehow always finished his homework, having nothing better to do. He wasn't a genius, wasn't athletic, wasn't popular, but wasn't an outright freak either. He had at least one friend, Scott McCall, but didn't seem to fit in anywhere. Stiles knew if he wanted to survive, well, be successful, he had to fit in.
No more outbursts, no more glares. This would be difficult.
He was going to meet the other Omegas, first impressions would be important. While it wasn't entirely necessary to have Omegas on your side, it certainly helped. The more liked you were, the better you looked on TV. The better you looked on TV, the more supporters you had. The more supporters you had, the better life you had. Making friends during this process wouldn't be a bad thing either. Stiles could use all the help he could get, or at least some pointers. Most Omegas in this situation had been preparing for this their entire lives, knowing the ins and outs.
Of course, his fate was ultimately in the hands of the Alpha that chose him. He doubted any Alphas would duke it out for him, so he really just had to hope that the one Alpha he was chosen by would at least provide for him in some way or another. He just hoped he wouldn't get chosen by someone like Alpha Edric.
He cursed himself for not keeping up with the tabloids, perhaps then he would have at least some kind of background information on some of the Alphas. He was going in completely blind. Well, he knew of one Alpha running, Derek Hale, but with a name like Hale, Stiles was not likely to be chosen by him.
Everyone insists the run is based on instincts, but Stiles always found it too strange that the most wealthy and powerful Alphas always ended up with the smart, sophisticated, wealthy Omegas. They knew how to handle the pressure, how to make people like them, and, at least on camera, how to please their Alphas. No one really knew what life was like behind closed doors, they knew only what they told the media.
Given that Derek Hale was the Alpha son of Talia Hale, leader of Sector Five and mother to three Alphas, as well as a member of the board for the Mating Run, it was practically promised that Derek Hale would claim someone with the potential to be as powerful as he. If Laura Hale was to be married to another from a powerful Sector, it was a given Derek would be as well.
Even so, Stiles couldn't help but wonder. If his name was chosen so randomly and the details of the situation always kept secret, Stiles wanted to know what exactly was going on. Surely nothing too out of the ordinary considering Talia's own son was running. Stiles didn't know, or rather pay attention, to who the other Omegas were that were running, but he was sure that the rest were powerful, he was just a wildcard. He wanted to know what they were playing at.
With a blink, Stiles realized that the sun was now officially up. Right on cue, a knock on the door was heard, Boyd opening it after a moment.
"Morning Mr. Stilinski." Boyd gave a brief nod. "Please change into these clothes."
Boyd handed him black pants and a long-sleeve black shirt, simple and almost uniform looking. When he turned over the shirt however, a large five was taking up the back of the shirt, displaying for all where he was from.
Stiles looked at Boyd, who hadn't moved. "Well can you at least turn around, a guy could use some privacy."
Boyd frowned, but turned around anyway. They didn't expect him to run now, did they? Where else would he go?
Stiles quickly changed, trying not to fall over as he slipped the pants on as fast as he could. While straightening the outfit, he noticed a small three swirl symbol on the wrist of the cuff. The Hale pack symbol. He wondered if it was supposed to be as discreet as it was.
"Okay, you can turn around now."
"Good, now put these on so we can go." Boyd handed him a pair of black combat boots that looked a lot like their military wore, with thick black laces. Stiles hoped he didn't have to wear these tonight, the weight of them would probably trip him up and/or slow him down. Then again, he didn't figure it mattered too much, he was going to be caught either way, heavy soles or not.
Stiles sat on the bed and slipped on the boots. "So are we already headed to Sector Thirty-Seven?"
"Yes, all Omegas are to meet there at noon."
"Sector Thirty-Seven is an entire day trip away, at least fourteen hours." Stiles frowned. His father had done quite a bit of traveling when he first got a job. Stiles wasn't always convinced what he was doing was legal, but chose to never question his father, who had fought for him to always have food on the table.
"We'll be flying." Boyd walked out of the room, expecting Stiles to follow. Stiles' stomach dropped and he walked quickly to catch up with Boyd. He had never flown before, let alone seen a plane. Such things were reserved for not just the wealthy, but the extremely powerful. People like Sector Alphas and high ranking military. Stiles was just a poor Omega.
"Flying?" Stiles asked, still stunned.
"Yes, I myself will be accompanying you."
That made Stiles feel slightly better, at least he wouldn't be alone. He didn't know much about planes, only that they flew insanely fast through the air somehow.
Boyd walked downstairs and took a turn, stopping in front of a large door. "Alpha Hale wanted to wish you goodbye." Boyd paused, opening up a door that revealed Alpha Talia Hale.
"Stiles! I'm glad I could catch you before you left." To Stiles' shock, she wrapped him up in a warm hug. The embrace was genuine, not forced.
"I am so grateful I got to know you, Stiles, truly I mean that. I only hope that this journey will be everything you wish for." She smiled softly and Stiles chose to not grimace, she already knew this wasn't the path he wanted to take.
"Now then, try to keep your head up and remember everything you learn in these next few hours. Don't focus on the cameras or anyone else."
"I thought it was my job to get people to like me." Stiles frowned. This was the best advice she could give him?
Talia smiled. "People will like you no matter what, just be true to yourself. Enjoy every moment that you can, I need not remind you this is a once in a lifetime chance. Make friends, take care of yourself, the rest will fall into place, I know it."
"I only hope you're right." Stiles said.
"I always am." Talia winked. "You'll be fine, I promise. There is a great batch of Alphas competing this year, though you didn't hear it from me."
Stiles laughed. "You only say that because your son is competing."
She rolled her eyes. "My son is. . . something else. Never mind that. Have a great time Stiles, I wish you the best. We'll all be thinking of you here. I hope we shall see each other again soon." Talia wrapped him in a hug once again and this time Stiles returned the embrace. Talia was stern, even scary at times, but in these past few hours, Stiles had seen her in a different light. She was a fierce leader, respected by all, yet still deeply cared about her pack and had a motherly aura.
"Thank you, Alpha Hale." And Stiles meant it. Never had he imagined he would have received such a warm welcome and such grace from the entire Hale pack. Perhaps it was true that what you saw in the media wasn't always true, for some anyways. Stiles wasn't entirely giving up that notion, he discovered oftentimes what you see is what you get.
With a smile, Stiles was walking away from Alpha Hale and being led outside of the mansion into the garage. A line of cars filled up the large space, all different and all expensive. Their paint colors reflected the rows of lights and the garage was filled with the smell of new rubber tires.
Boyd held open the door to a sleek black SUV with chrome detailing, similar to the one he had been escorted in only yesterday, though it seemed so far away. Stiles was at least a little familiar with vehicles. Of course, most of the ones he saw were rusted and had parts missing. He had read about their creation in molded history books in school and as a kid dreamed of having a blue car, a wild notion for a poor Omega from the streets. He quickly gave up that dream.
Stiles climbed in the back seat, heaving out a sigh. Once again he was being led to a new place he had no desire to go to.
Boyd started up the car and circled out of the garage and Stiles instantly bombarded him with questions, as per usual.
"How long will we be in the car?" Stiles was impatient and the few school trips he had taken on a bus had his leg bouncing the entire ride.
"It's about an hour's drive to the place we will be boarding." Boyd said flatly.
"Is it not an airport?" Stiles had read about airports. He knew it was where the planes took off and landed, needing long strips of path to land on.
"Not exactly. These planes are not used by average citizens." Boyd had a tone to his voice Stiles couldn't quite place.
Stiles snorted. "I don't think any planes are used by average citizens."
Boyd frowned. "I mean these planes aren't used by the wealthy or even Sector Alphas. These are. . . reserved."
Stiles couldn't figure out what that meant. These planes were for the most powerful people across the nation, Alpha Talia Hale must have been one of them. Given her status, it made sense, Stiles had just never really paid attention to how powerful the woman really was. He suspected, especially with all of the secrets, and apparently special planes, that she was involved in more than she let the general public know.
"How long will the plane ride be?"
For once, Stiles saw Boyd displace a brief smile. "As I said, these planes aren't your typical. We will reach Sector Thirty-Seven in less than an hour."
"What?" Stiles choked on air. "That's impossible."
"Not while on a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird."
"Is that like code for something?" Stiles puzzled.
"Only for the fastest plane in the world. It's military, top secret."
"So then why the fuck am I of all people going to be flown in it?" Stiles understood the paparazzi and secrecy, but this was something else entirely.
Boyd smiled once again. "Alpha Talia Hale is more important than you think she is. Short answer, because you're under the Hale's supervision and Alpha Talia Hale wants only the best for you. She wants you to be represented well." Boyd shrugged. "Plus I don't like to waste time, so if I am to fly with you, it's going to be fast."
"So have you rode in one of these death traps before then?" Stiles wrung his hands together in nervousness, locking eyes with Boyd's in the rearview mirror.
"I fly them."
Stiles paused briefly. "Holy shit. So what, you're all top secret high up there and all that then?" Stiles motioned with his hands.
Boyd shrugged. "I was. . . in a special forces group."
"What like black ops or something?"
Stiles threw his head back. "Holy shit. One minute you think it's insane to be chosen to be bred by a random Alpha on live television, and the next you're sitting in a car with a fucking classified ex-military man."
"What?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not ex-military."
"Oh my God. Talia Hale literally had a damn army." Stiles closed his eyes once again. So much for running away, or fighting back. How powerful was this woman? What did she run, the fucking nation?
"Look, if anything, you should be more relaxed."
"More relaxed? Are you serious right now?"
Boyd sighed. "You are more protected than all of the most powerful beings in the nation."
"Why?" Stiles exclaimed, exasperated. Boyd paused.
"Let me guess, classified?" Stiles asked.
Boyd gave a brief nod.
They sat in silence for a few minutes and Stiles almost broke down and asked Boyd to turn on the radio when he finally spoke up.
"There are some rules to cover before we arrive."
"I thought that wasn't until I got to Sector Thirty-Seven, Talia said we would be going over the rules for the Run."
"Not those rules. Different rules. Like you can't tell anyone about what you have seen, or more importantly what you are about to see, or your throat will be slit."
"It is not to be disclosed to anyone where you have been, or how you got to Sector Thirty-Seven. If anyone ever questions it, you rode on an airplane out of an airport, standard flight. You didn't meet any of the other Hales besides Alpha Talia, Cora, and Laura, and you have no idea who I am, other than a simple security measure. And above all, you have no idea who Derek Hale is."
"Well at least that shouldn't be a problem, I don't know him at all."
"No, but you know he is running, already breaking the rules. Omegas aren't to know anyone personally, or anyone who is running. He will be protected at all costs and anyone who appears to know him or even stares at him a little too much will be shot down. Don't give yourself away."
Stiles swallowed. "This whole thing is nuts. I mean I get that Derek is Alpha Hale's son but-"
"Derek is more than the Alphas son." Boyd glared in front of him, making Stiles look away out the window.
"I don't see how you all expect me to survive. One person is telling me to find Derek, the other is telling me to avoid him or die." If this was so risky, or classified, or whatever the fuck else it was, why was Derek even running? Because he is the Alpha's son didn't seem like a good enough reason.
"I'm not telling you to avoid Derek, in fact, I would make yourself known to him quickly, he is. . . a valuable asset."
"Right." Stiles dragged out the word. "I don't see how I'll have the opportunity to do that anyways. I mean, I'm just thrown onto a platform and told to run, not exactly like I have time to shake his hand and ask him his favorite color."
"You can get to know him in other, faster ways." Boyd cocked his head.
"What do you- oh, Boyd! Seriously?" Stiles made a face. He wasn't up for a discussion on seduction with Boyd.
Boyd smirked once again, but it quickly dissipated. "We're approaching. You're fine for now, but remember the rules once we board. These people here are to protect you, but once we land in Sector Thirty-Seven, we are out of Alpha Hale's jurisdiction."
Stiles looked out of the window and suddenly the green trees disappeared, revealing miles of yellowed grass and small paved roads.
Arriving at a large armed gate, Boyd rolled down the window and signaled something with his hand. The gate they were stopped in front of was instantly opened and they rolled through slowly. Once the gate was opened, Stiles could fully see all of the sleek black aircraft. The pictures in his rotting textbook didn't do them justice. They were massive, full of smooth edges and large wings.
Boyd parked close to a plane that was separated from the others, surrounded by men. He hopped out, coming to Stiles' side and opening the door.
Rather than being bombarded by other people or the media, he was greeted by a uniformed man. The man was dressed in an all-black combat military uniform with guns and ammo strapped across every square inch of his body. Hands clasped behind his back and hair perfectly cropped short, he quickly gave a salute.
"Mr. Stilinski sir, General Boyd."
"Major Wilson, nice to see you again. Please lead the way." Boyd remained stern, as if he had never smiled in his life.
With a brief nod, the man turned, escorting Stiles towards the plane.
Stiles dropped his jaw, finally getting a good look at the aircraft up close. It was entirely black with a sharply pointed nose, with large engines, ultimately looking deadly.
While Stiles drooled, Boyd and Major Wilson whispered briefly.
"Everything cleared protocol. She's ready for you."
"And as for landing?" Boyd asked.
"Everything is set up sir. You are due to land in STSAB." Major Wilson spoke.
Stiles didn't have the brain cells to try and figure out what that meant.
As they neared the stairs up to the aircraft, Stiles noticed more and more men guarding the plane and watching their every move.
"They are here to protect you and make sure everything goes smoothly, Mr. Stilinski. Rest assured you will reach Sector Thirty-Seven quickly and efficiently."
Major Wilson paused at the base of the stairs, motioning for Stiles to go ahead. Stiles swallowed, but took his first step, feeling Boyd close behind.
"This is insane," Stiles mumbled, looking around. "And you're sure I'm not going to die."
"Parachutes are right here." Boyd smacked them, then took the left seat in the cockpit and instantly began flipping buttons.
Stiles looked at the array of glowing lights, switches, and things he couldn't even begin to comprehend, taking a seat with a huff.
Boyd slipped on a headset and continued to press buttons.
"Wait, you're flying this thing?" Stiles asked worriedly.
"I told you I flew them, now put this on." Boyd handed Stiles a headset and he quickly put in on. As the plane began to roar to life, Stiles' heart began to beat faster.
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think you meant now!" Stiles cringed as his voice cracked.
"Buckle up. We're about to get going." Boyd said, ignoring him.
Stiles breathed deep, trying to slow his heart rate. Buckling in, he gripped the leather seat, closing his eyes.
Boyd spoke into the headset words and phrases Stiles couldn't even begin to comprehend, some kind of aircraft military lingo.
Without much more warning, the plane began to move. Stiles sucked in a deep breath, looking in front of him with wide eyes.
The plane was slowly gaining speed as Boyd turned the plane onto a long runway. Speaking the strange phrase again, they began to pick up even more speed. Stiles was for sure breathing hard now, white-knuckling the seat. He could hear the whooshing of the aircraft going faster and faster.
"Try to relax. We're about to go up."
Stiles wasn't sure how aerodynamics worked but he was utterly terrified. He knew deep down that Boyd was extremely capable of keeping Stiles safe, but none the less he feared for his life. How was it even possible to fly in the air?
"Triskele Alpha One Seven, cleared for takeoff."
"Here we go." Boyd gave a brief smirk, before their speed drastically increased. Stiles pressed his head against the back of the seat and gripped the seat even harder. Within a few moments, the plane gave a brief jolt and the next thing Stiles knew they were in the air.
"Holy shit!" Stiles yelled.
Stiles continued to lean back as the nose of the plane continued to point towards the sky, gradually getting higher and higher. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look death in the eyes.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. We're in the air. We are in the fucking air."
"Relax, we'll be there in less than an hour. You can take your seat belt off now if you like."
"No fucking way buddy! This thing is staying strapped to me."
"Fine." Boyd huffed.
Stiles risked shitting his pants and looked to his right and saw a mass of clouds. It was truly beautiful and Stiles released the tightness of his grip only slightly. Though he was on the way to hell, he tried to push that thought aside and take in what he was seeing. In a way, he felt slightly smug that he of all people got to be above the clouds right now. After he had gotten shit on his whole life, he was the guy who got to experience this.
"How fast are we going right now?" The clouds seemed to be slowly passing by, though Stiles knew they must be going fast.
"About 2100 miles per hour."
"How is that even possible?" Stiles questioned. It was amazing and beautiful, yet in a way really pissed him off. How is it that children were starving and yet these giant machines were capable of flying him around?
"Don't strain yourself thinking about it." Boyd smiled.
"I can't believe this is all really happening." Stiles shook his head, looking in front of him as they flew through the clouds.
"Well, you better start believing it. In just a few minutes we are going to be landing and this whole shit show will officially begin."
Stiles managed a smile. "Guess you're not an avid watcher of the Run?" He cocked an eyebrow.
Boyd frowned. "The Run does a lot of good, doesn't mean I like being forced to watch."
"Alpha Hale forces you to watch?"
"No, my girlfriend Erica does."
Stiles laughed, watching Boyd shake his head. He couldn't really picture Boyd sitting on the couch avidly watching the Run, but Erica on the other hand, he could picture that.
"Guess you'll be forced to watch a lot more in the coming days." Stiles figured Erica and Cora at least would be persistently watching, which meant that the rest of the Hale pack would be as well, especially now that they knew someone in the run and the fact that Alpha Derek Hale himself was running.
"Least it won't suck as bad."
"How's that?" Stiles puzzled.
"Because you and Derek are people I'd actually support. You aren't the average Omega and Derek. . ."
"You and your damn classified information. You know if you can't say it then you really ought to just not mention it at all because now I'm going to spend the next two weeks lying in bed at night staring at the ceiling wondering what you could possibly be hiding that's classified."
"I don't think you'll be thinking about me much in the coming weeks." Boyd mumbled.
Stiles glared. "Not fair. I rebuke that." He crossed his arms. He really didn't want to think about what was going to happen in the next two hours, let alone the next two weeks.
"Get ready again, we're about to descend."
"What? It's been like 15 minutes!"
"I told you I would get you there in less than an hour."
"Yeah, but I didn't think you meant- you know what? Never mind. I really need to stop questioning you guys. You're like. . . wizards or something, a cult for sure though." Stiles shuddered.
"We're werewolves." Boyd said simply.
"Yeah, extremely wealthy, powerful, famous, and secretive werewolves. Cult." Stiles said pointedly.
"Still not a cult, but I can't argue on the other stuff." Boyd rolled his eyes. "Triskele Alpha One Seven requesting permission to land STSAB." Boyd spoke.
"Cleared to land runway one-niner, Triskele Alpha One Seven." A man reported back.
"Wilco." Boyd spoke.
"What the fuck does all of that even mean?" Stiles asked.
"Trisklele Alpha One Seven is us, STSAB is Sector Thirty Seven Air Base."
"That's overly complicated." Before Stiles could rattle off another snarky comment, they began to descend, Stiles still extremely uncomfortable, gripping the seat once again.
"If you rip that leather I'll kill you by the way." Boyd said casually.
"You should be more worried about cleaning the shit out of the crevices. Holy mother of-" Stiles closed his eyes, feeling his stomach dropping as they descended.
Eyes still closed, Stiles jolted when he felt the tires hit the runway smoothly.
"Thank God for gravity." Stiles sighed in relief.
Boyd spoke more aircraft-lingo and soon they came to a stop.
Once Boyd had shut everything down, they both stood, Boyd leading Stiles. He stopped in front of the closed door, turning to Stiles.
"Remember everything we talked about. There will be security."
Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath. Boyd opened the door, revealing a familiar scene. Instantly, they were surrounded by several men, though there were vast differences. For one, they were surrounded by commercial aircraft and a large building that looked far less classified then the one in Sector Five. The men around him were in blue jumpsuit uniforms, Stiles thought they looked a lot like mechanics. They were not carrying any kind of weapons and looked bored, rather than focused and alert.
A man in a suit came up on Stiles' left, giving a brief smile. He had sandy blonde hair and was fairly tall, his brown eyes revealing his lack of sleep.
"Mr. Stilinski, my name is Paul Wilker." He gave Stiles a brief nod and stuck his hand out for Stiles to shake. Stiles took it, but wished people would stop wanting to shake his hand. "I am glad you arrived here safely. If you will please follow me."
Stiles and Boyd followed behind the man while the men in blue stayed behind. Out of now where two more men in suits were behind them, wearing sunglasses and clear discreet earpieces. They must have been the security Boyd was talking about.
They were led into the light-colored building through a back door into a long hallway with beige painted walls and ugly artwork. It looked, smelled, and felt boring and quiet. The opposite kind of place Stiles liked to be.
Soon though, after several twists and turns, they were exiting the building through a secluded side door. This time there were rows of cars in front of them, rather than aircraft. The vehicles were all white and SUVs, less fancy than the Hale's but still clearly only for the wealthy.
They were lead to an older man waiting by one of the cars. "Mr. Stilinski, this is your driver this morning. He'll be taking care of you. It was a pleasure to meet you." Paul gave a brief nod, before he was off. Geez, no one ever stuck around for long it seemed.
"Hello, sir." The driver gave a small bow, before opening the back door. He looked to be in his sixties, with thin gray hair and a clean-shaven face.
Stiles began to climb in, then turned to look at Boyd, who had made no move to follow after Stiles.
"Boyd?" Stiles questioned.
"This is where I leave you. I've got some things to do before the Run officially begins, as do you."
"Wait, what?" Stiles was stunned, he hadn't expected Boyd to leave so soon, though he knew he should have. Boyd couldn't stay forever.
Boyd gave him a knowing look, then nodded to the driver, who shut the door.
Stiles continued to watch Boyd through the dark tinted windows as the driver started up the car and began to drive away. Stiles turned to look back at Boyd, who locked eyes with him, before pulling out a cell phone and disappearing.
Stiles' heart hammered, wanting to ask the driver questions, but holding his tongue. He knew they were now in Sector Thirty-Seven and according to the car's clock, it was 11:13, so they must be arriving soon.
"You must be very excited." The driver spoke, glancing back at him.
Stiles opened his mouth to deny, but stopped quickly, remembering what the Hales had said. He had to play the game, plus who knew who this guy was, or who was listening. The last thing he wanted was his name on the cover of a scandalous magazine.
"It will certainly be interesting." That was a safe enough answer. The driver seemed satisfied and turned his gaze back to the road.
"Um, when will we be arriving?" Stiles asked.
"Five minutes sir."
Stiles took a deep breath. Five minutes. Stiles longed to be back home, or even back with the Hales. He wondered how his dad was doing, but quickly dismissed the thought as tears threatened to prickle his eyes.
Looking out the window, he saw a vast amount of tall, spiky looking trees surrounding him everywhere he looked. The scenery was very different than what he saw in Sector Five. Everything here seemed more green and alive.
His mind began to wander, looking at the endless stream of green. He knew he was due to meet the other competitors first. Assuming he would hate all of them, he dreaded the idea of being forced to make friends. Fortunately, after the run, he wouldn't have to see many of them much at all, but he shuddered to think that he would see the Alpha ever day.
He grew angry at himself when he felt just a tiny spark of joy. He knew his body was going to reject his own beliefs, after all, he was biologically made for an Alpha. His body craved an Alpha. With a solemn heart, he knew that as soon as the Alpha pinned him down, he would be a goner, begging for the Alpha.
It made him angry that this was how it had to be. He knew that without the Mating Run, it would be very unlikely he would ever be with an Alpha except for perhaps a one-night stand. Alphas were powerful and loved Omegas, but didn't want to lower their status. People like Stiles usually ended up with Betas, sometimes other Omegas. His father is a Beta and his mother was an Omega, Stiles figured he would follow in their footsteps, assuming he could meet someone.
His high school dating life was non-existent. When he was little, he had a big crush on Lydia Martin, like every other boy did in school. The crush lingered until Stiles got enough common sense to know it would never happen. Lydia was a wealthy, popular, Omega and Stiles was a nobody. Even if Stiles wasn't poor or had more friends, their personalities would certainly clash, or so he figured. Lydia loved material things, was wickedly smart, and loved to be loved. Stiles had nothing, wasn't school smart like Lydia, and didn't care if people paid attention to him or not.
Of course, he wouldn't have to worry about his dating life much more. In just a few short hours, he was going to be claimed by an Alpha for the rest of his life. Thankful Edric wasn't running, his mind came up with different people he might see running. Random faces his imagination conjured up, Alphas he had read about, or seen in the streets. He tried to picture Derek, but couldn't get a solid image. He thought he may have seen him once or twice on the walls of some official building, perhaps a courthouse or the police station, but he wasn't sure. He figured that he had the dark hair that all the Hale's had, as well as tanned skin and some height to him.
He wondered if he would be like Cora, snarky and blunt, but fun once you got to know her. Or perhaps like Laura, instantly welcoming and caring, maybe even too much. Possibly even like Talia, a strong leader and well respected, but still warm once you got to know her. With a swallow, Stiles hoped he wasn't like Peter, rude and constantly making people uncomfortable, using his power to his advantage.
Stiles shook his head, he wasn't sure why he even was worried about such a thing. The only thing Derek and Stiles had in common was being from Sector Five. Derek would never go for someone like Stiles, he doubted anyone would. No one had been left out of the Run before, but Stiles figured there was a first year for everything. If Derek was as important as the Hales had let on, he was bound to be mated to someone equally as powerful.
The trees began to clear and Stiles looked forward, seeing a large building. It was a huge light-colored brick building, surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes and trees. A sector Thirty-Seven flag stood tall, blowing in the wind, it's bright colors standing out against the pale blue sky.
Slowly, the driver temporarily parked in front of the building and opened the door for Stiles, who thanked him with a small smile.
"Hello, Mr. Stilinski!" A cheery voice called. She was a tiny little Beta with long brown hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. Sporting a dark grey suit with a white button up, headset on and clipboard in hand, she looked very professional and made Stiles want to groan.
"My name is Lisa! Please follow me." She flashed her perfect white teeth at him and Stiles followed, sticking his hand in his pocket. She was waling quickly, clearly on a schedule, and Stiles made sure not to slow her down.
"This is where the Mating Run will be held, though you'll be spending a lot of your time outside of course." She giggled. Pausing in front of a large door, she turned towards him.
"Okie dokie! Everyone else is waiting inside! Get to know the other Omegas and we will begin shortly, just as soon as everyone is here! Congratulations!"
Stiles watched her bounce off, heels clicking. He heaved in a big breath, hoping he could sneak in and stand in a corner for the majority of the time. Opening the door, he realized this would not be the case.
As soon as the heavy metal door squeaked open, all conversation stopped and heads turned. Stiles swallowed, remaining frozen, the door slamming loudly behind him. After a few seconds, many Omegas resumed their conversations, while several continued to stare, and one approached him.
"Hi! You're Stiles right?" A young girl with long blonde hair spoke. She was very pretty, with striking blue eyes and a curved waist.
"Yeah." Stiles nodded, sticking his hands back in his pockets, feeling uncomfortable.
"This is all kind of crazy right?" She said excitedly. She clearly expected Stiles to strike up a conversation with her.
"Yeah, yeah I guess so."
"I've been dreaming of this day my entire life! I've wished for it every year when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake." She smiled dreamily.
"Wow." Stiles forced a smile. Stiles used to have birthday cakes when he was younger, when his mother was alive.
"I'm Katie by the way!" She stuck out her hand and Stiles shook it quickly. "I'm from Sector Twelve, by the way, you're from Five?"
How did she already know so much about him? "Yeah." Stiles looked around, hoping he could find somewhere to make his exit from this conversation.
"I watched all the news about you." She shrugged. "You're the most talked about right now so I wanted to get to know you. Good publicity and all."
Stiles nodded. "Excuse me." He ignored her disappointed face and made a beeline towards what looked like a bathroom, avoiding people. Thankfully he made it without someone wanting to talk to him, up until he got to the door.
"We start in two minutes, might as well hang out here rather than hide in there smelling shit." A dirty blonde spoke. Her hair was cropped short and she had chocolate brown eyes. She was leaned up against the wall between the men's and women's restroom, arms crossed and resting-btich-face on.
"Everyone knows who you are, get used to. It was fairly easy to figure out you were going in there to hide."
"Guess so." Stiles scratched the back of his neck, leaning up beside her. Perhaps she would be more tolerable than the last girl.
"My name is Malia."
She nodded, watching everyone. "Your story was quite a surprise." She said nonchalantly.
"It certainly wasn't the usual." Stiles chose his words carefully.
"Thank God. The only thing worse than watching boring people would be having to run with boring people." Her tone was irritated.
"Where are you from?" Stiles asked, not really wanting to make conversation, but also not wanting to stand in awkward silence. If he had to make friends, it would be with this girl, rather than the other one.
"Sector Forty Seven."
Stiles nodded, figuring she already knew where he was from.
"Oh, there comes another one." Malia groaned as the room fell silent again. Quickly though it was filled by an excited scream.
"Oh my God!" The girl who entered the room cried out, running to hug another girl.
"Guess they know each other." Stiles raised his eyebrows.
"The system is fucked." Malia said.
Stiles snorted. "You seem to be one of the few people who think so." He turned to her a little more.
She gave a small smile. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be here. But you can't deny everyone gets chosen for a reason, I don't care what anyone else says."
"Why'd you get chosen then?" Stiles asked.
"Probably because my biological father is from Sector Five, but I grew up and lived in Sector Forty Seven alone. An interesting story." She shrugged her shoulders. "Guess that failed once you entered in though. Thanks for taking the pressure off." She bumped shoulders with him.
Stiles laughed. "You're welcome I guess." He wondered who her biological father could be. Was it just a low-life Alpha who didn't even know he was a father, or someone important who just didn't want a child?
Right then the same woman who greeted him at the car, Lisa, entered the room, making it go quiet instantly. She stepped onto a small platform at the front of the room, like her own little stage.
"Hello everyone! Who all is excited to be here?" The room erupted in cheers and claps, apart from Stiles and Malia.
"We are all so excited you are here. If you will look to the screens behind me, one on the left and one on the right, you will see all of the Omegas who are participating in this year's run. This way everyone can get to know each other or at least recognize some faces!"
The gigantic screen turned on with everyone's faces lined up in rows and columns, filling every inch of the screen. Stiles grimaced at his picture, an old school photo. Everyone else's seemed to be professionally done, as if they had them taken just in case of an event like this.
"Hopefully you have gotten the chance to meet some of your fellow competitors. We are now going to go over some of the boring stuff." She made an exaggerated sad face. "We need to cover some ground rules. Most of these you all probably know, but none the less we need to cover them. Of course, you all are soon going to find out the Alphas running this year," She paused for applause, which she was awarded.
"The Alphas are off-site and will not be here until the Mating Run officially begins. This is to prevent any possible interaction of any form that might compromise the integrity of the Run. That being said, you all are to remain in a group that will continue to be heavily monitored to make sure you all are in the right spot. You are not allowed to leave the group or the premises for any reason, and doing so will not only result in immediate disqualification, but is punishable by law."
"Jesus." Stiles murmured.
"We will give you an outline of where on the premises you are allowed to go to make sure you all know your boundaries, however, there will be guards should you have any confusion. After the reveal of the Alphas, we all will go to have a light lunch together. During this lunch, it is vital you stay in the common room, as the media will be surrounding the building. You are not allowed to contact the media in any way, as far as they know, you aren't even here yet, and it should remain that way. Should you reveal yourself, the Alphas running, or any other information pertaining to the Run that is not already in the media, you will be immediately disqualified and punished accordingly. After lunch we will have a break-out session. Here you will be able to have a few hours to do what you please, whether it be mingle with other Omegas, get ready for the run, or grab some refreshments. Even so, you are required to remain in the commons. If you would like to freshen up, a guard will accompany you."
So basically Stiles couldn't even shit in peace. He had joked about it before, but now it really was a reality.
"The Run will start promptly at 6:00, so the sun will be fully down. Please pay attention, this next step is imperative. Before the run, you all will be lined up in order according to Sector Number. This should be fairly simple, as you all have your number on your backs. From there, you will be taken one by one down into the tunnel. A guard will escort you down the tunnel, where you will be placed on your Sector platform. As soon as you are on the platform, you are not to move. Stepping off the platform before the allotted time is forbidden and of course will result in disqualification. Once everyone is on the platform, a timer for thirty seconds will begin. When the timer hits zero, you are to begin your run. The Alphas will be released ten minutes after you are released, giving ample time for you to gain fair distance. The cameras will be surrounding you at all times, but you must pay them no mind."
Yeah right, Stiles rolled his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if one literally flew threw the air and smacked him on the forehead.
"From there, the Alphas will have a maximum time slot of six hours to claim an Omega, but of course you all know this typically occurs much faster." She smiled as the crowd gave a brief round of laughter.
Stiles sure to God hoped it didn't take six hours. He couldn't imagine running around for that long, waiting for his doom.
"These next few things are a little flexible, as it is up to your Alpha. Once claimed, you two will officially start your journey. Some may stay here for a night or two, others may immediately travel back to your Sector. This of course is up to your Alpha. The event will officially be completed at midnight. The site will be cleared, the cameras will be off, and you will spend your first night with your Alpha!" She finished excitedly and the room erupted in applause.
"Should you ever have any questions, the agenda and rules will be posted all around this room. Of course, feel free to ask myself or anyone else you see. Now then, time for the fun stuff." She smirked. Stiles' heart began to hammer.
"I am so excited to be presenting this year's Twenty-Seventh Mating Run Alphas. Who you see before you could very well be your future mate. Please, take a look."
Stiles' eyes zeroed in on the screen, as it changed from the Omega faces to the Alphas. They were lined up just like the Omegas were, in rows and columns by Sector Number. Instantly, Stiles focused on Sector Five, Derek Hale. His jaw practically dropped. Even just by the tiny photo, Stiles could tell he was drop-dead gorgeous. His face was tanned with black stubble. His hair was an onyx black and his green eyes were striking. He wasn't smiling, instead looking rather stern and angry, thick eyebrows pushed together, but Stiles imagined he had a brilliant smile.
Everyone was whispering excitedly, while Stiles continued to only stare at Derek.
"If you will take a look around this room, you will see were have eight smaller screens. These screens are touch screen. If at any point you would like to take a closer look at an Alpha," She walked towards one of the smaller screens and tapped on the Sector One Alpha, "you may simply tap their profile picture. Doing so will enlarge their photo and will provide you a brief description containing their name, age, sector, and brief biography, just as the Alphas can do to your pictures."
"Good thing I didn't have any acne in my picture." Malia joked, as the picture of the Alpha took up the entire screen, around three feet tall.
Stiles could only swallow in response.
"Now then! Remember to stay in this room, the common room. Lunch will be served in just a few moments, so please begin to take your seats." She gave a brief nod, before exiting the room.
Stiles looked at the seat closest to him, in the very back. He headed towards it, but paused, looking to his left. Several people were already at their seats, but a few lingered around various screens. The one closest to him didn't have anyone around it, so Stiles quietly headed towards it.
He peered up at the large screen, finally looking at all of the Alphas. They were all beautiful, many flashing their red eyes to look dominate, while many others smiled softly, trying to appear as though they were just like any other person. Derek was the only one who managed to look rugged and powerful while simply being himself, no posing, no flashing of the red eyes. He almost looked bored, like he would rather be doing anything else than having his picture taken. No matter how many Alphas Stiles looked at, his eyes kept creeping back to Derek's.
Cautiously, Stiles reached up his hand and gently tapped on Derek's face. Quickly, his face was enlarged and Stiles sucked in a quick breath. Up close, Stiles could see all the details of Derek's face. The photo was so clear it was like he was standing right in front of him. Stiles could see now that his eyes were not simply green. They were a greenish-blue with flecks of gold, incredible compared to Stiles' simple brown eyes. Derek was incredibly handsome and even his picture seemed to make Stiles nervous.
Trying to break his focus, Stiles glanced down at the description.
"Derek Theodore Hale. Age Twenty-Three. Sector Five." The description read. Like Stiles, he didn't have a biography.
"Stiles, quit ogling and get over here." Malia called. Red faced, Stiles headed back to take a seat next to Malia in the back.
"I wasn't. . . ogling." Stiles made a face.
"Um, yes you were, that was oogling." She pointed.
"What you're trying to tell me you weren't curious about any Alphas?" Stiles asked defensively.
"Of course I was, which is why I looked at pretty much all of them, rather than starting at one for five minutes."
"It was not five-" Stiles stopped talking as plates of food were placed in front of them. "It was not five minutes." Stiles angrily whispered.
"Whatever dude, all I'm saying is Derek Hale is hot and those blonde bitches two tables in front of us have been talking about him the whole time so you better be prepared for some competition." Malia cut into her steak quickly and took an inhuman sized bite.
Grimacing, Stiles turned to his own food and cut his steak into smaller, more easy to manage bites. If there was one thing he could get used to, it was all the delicious fancy food. At least one good thing came from this shit-show.
"They can go after him all they want, I don't give a shit." Stiles said, trying to keep his tone nonchalant.
"Liar." Malia mumbled around food.
"How are you here if you were raised in a barn?" Stiles asked.
Malia glared. "I wasn't raised in a barn."
"Well your manners say otherwise." Stiles mumbled around his own food.
"Says the guy with steak juice dribbling down his chin." She smirked.
Stiles glared and wiped it on the back of his hand. Malia laughed and Stiles soon joined her. They soon both finished their meals and watched the others in silence. They were all in clusters, leaned in close, whispering softly yet laughing loudly. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves, no anxiety present. It was very. . . high school.
"You've just got to relax, it's going to happen no matter what." Malia shrugged, leaning back in her chair.
"Doesn't mean I want it to."
Malia smiled softly. "I know. But it is. Life is shitty. You pop out of the womb Omega and this is how your life has to be, it isn't fair really. But it's life." She shrugged again. "And rather than feeling shitty all the time and mad at life, you've just got to accept that this is it and make the best of it. The more you resit and make yourself miserable, the worse your life will be. The sooner you accept that you are an Omega who is going to be mated to a wealthy, popular, hot as fuck Alpha who will do everything to please you, the better."
Stiles snorted. "Everyone seems so convinced these Alphas are saints."
"And you seem so convinced they aren't." She said pointedly.
"Let's just say I've met some not-so-great Alphas."
"Haven't we all? And haven't you met some shitty Omegas and Betas too? People are dicks, regardless of who they are."
"You remind me of someone I know." Stiles smiled softly.
Lisa soon walked back into the room. "I hope everyone enjoyed lunch. We now are only a few hours away from the Mating Run officially beginning. During this break-out session, remember you may do as you please in this area and can ask a guard if you would like to go anywhere else. Refreshments are at the bar in the back, but bartenders will cut you off, we do want you to remember this experience." Everyone laughed. "The Alphas are relaxing at their site now, excited to meet you." She raised her eyebrow, then walked out of the room again.
Malia snorted. "I don't understand why they insist on getting us here so early if we just have to sit around for several hours. You would think that poses a bigger security threat then us being here for just a few minutes."
"It's probably so the media has plenty of time to get things set up."
Malia made a face. "Yeah no kidding, I read somewhere they have hundreds of cameras, hundreds!"
Stiles shook his head. "It's ridiculous. I guess I should just be thankful they aren't filming right now, have to soak up these last few hours of sanity."
"If you think this is sanity," Malia motioned to the blonde girls still screaming over God knows what, "then you're already losing it."
"Guess so." Stiles wiped a hand over his face.
"Want a drink?" Malia asked, standing.
"I want several, but apparently that isn't allowed either." Malia snorted, but they headed over to the bar.
"What can I get for you guys?" A plain looking man asked. He was wearing a crisp white button up and navy blue bow tie. He seemed young, maybe mid-twenties with a baby face and soft blonde hair. Stiles wondered how you even got a job like this.
"I'll have a mojito." Malia said.
"Vodka on the rocks." Stiles mumbled.
"You got it! Just to let you know sweetie, I can only serve you that one drink." The bartender gave a wink towards Stiles and walked off to make their drinks.
"You should have gone for something more fruity, maybe they would let you drink more."
Stiles shook his head. "I need something to make my throat burn."
Malia laughed and accepted her drink when it was placed in front of her. She took a tentative sip, while Stiles downed the whole thing in one gulp.
"Christ, you really don't want to be here." Malia widened her eyes.
Before Stiles could say something else, a young guy took a seat next to him. The guy just stared at Stiles, not saying anything.
"Uh, hi?" Stiles raised his eyebrows.
"Look, Stiles is it?" He spat out.
Stiles made a face. "Yeah?"
"I know you seem to be popular right now, but don't let it get to your head. The only reason your name is still in people's mouths is because you are an embarrassment. Don't think you're on the front cover because people actually like you, they just can't help talking about the freak from Sector Five." He looked at Stiles up and down in disgust.
"Better then them covering the prick from Sector who-gives-a-fuck." Stiles shrugged. He had dealt with his fair share of assholes, a privileged Omega wouldn't scare him off. Stiles tossed an ice cube into his mouth, chewing on it slowly.
"I'm from Sector Thirty-Two, known for having some of the most successful Omegas." It was true that Sector Thirty-Two was extremely powerful and wealthy, but no Omega was known for being successful, at least not on their own.
"And how do you define most successful, the bitch who can pump out the most kids, or the bastard who can fit the biggest cock up their ass?"
Malia spat out her drink laughing, covering her mouth immediately after.
The guy's face went red, fuming and embarrassed.
"Look, you better watch out." His voice was shaking. He puffed his chest, trying to look big, although he couldn't have been over five-foot-eight.
Stiles looked bored. "For what, you, I suppose? What am I supposed to be scared of?" Stiles had been threatened by a lot of people, places, and scenarios, but never by an Omega.
"I am friends with some very powerful people, trust me, you don't want to make me an enemy." The vein in the man's forehead began to throb.
Stiles leaned in close, startling the man. "And I am friends with some people who know what intestines look like when you rip them out of someone's nostrils. I don't pose a threat to you or anyone here. Frankly, I don't give a fuck about this entire thing, so why don't you drag your privileged pale ass back to your table while we wait for this thing to be over?"
The man was stunned, but quickly got up and practically ran back to his seat.
"Were you part of the mafia?" Malia asked, stunned.
"No, I just read too much." Stiles shrugged, chewing on another ice cube. It was true that Stiles had befriended some. . . interesting people while he was on the streets. There were people out there who would literally kill for him, that's just how it was. Though Stiles was thankful for those people and wished them the best, the was glad to be out of that situation. Perhaps one day he would have enough to give back.
"That dude was an asshole," Malia snapped.
Stiles shrugged. He had met worse people.
"Intestines out of. . . nevermind. My ass is sore, can we go do something else?" Malia asked.
"What all is there to do in one singular room?" Stiles snorted.
"I don't know, but something has got to be better than sitting on this wooden stool."
Stiles wasn't sure about that, but they got up none the less. Passing by a screen, Stiles paused.
"Well you said you have looked at some Alphas, who piques your interest?" Stiles asked.
"As if it matters?" Malia asked. She had a point. For all of this take a look, make some friends, bullshit, it really didn't matter. Ultimately, they were going to go out there, get chosen, and be done with it all.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the brooding one here."
She smiled. "Well, I looked at this one from Sector Thirty-Four. She seems kind of badass." Malia clicked on her picture, revealing a woman with tanned skin and dark hair, flashing her red eyes and baring her sharp canines. Her name was Kali and she seemed like she would fuck you up.
"Well, I see your type." Stiles said sarcastically.
Malia snorted. "Then I checked out this one," she clicked on an image of a young man, who was very handsome, but vastly different from the previous woman. He had short brown hair and a nice smile, with mysterious eyes.
"You play for both teams I see?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.
Malia shrugged. "I'm not picky. What about you, only got eyes for Derek Hale?"
Stiles looked back at the screen. "I haven't really looked at any of the others really."
"Why are you so hung up on him?"
"I don't know." Stiles figured that was the safest answer, and the most truthful. He didn't know why he didn't look at the other Alphas, perhaps it was because he knew of Derek Hale, at least a little bit. Or maybe because Laura had encouraged their meeting, or maybe it was something else entirely.
"Hey, I'm not trying to discourage you, with an ass like that, you could get any Alpha you wanted." Stiles laughed.
"Well thanks, but it's not really about me wanting them, it's them wanting me."
Malia shrugged. "Technicalities, come on, pick yourself another Alpha."
"Uh," Stiles looked at the screen, before picking a young man with brown hair and a wicked smile. His name was Brett, from Sector Three.
"Hottie, hottie. I see you also have a type?"
Stiles shrugged. "I guess so, but like I said it doesn't matter. Can we do something else now?"
"Fine, fine. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." Stiles glanced at the clock, seeing it was a little after three. "We still have so long."
Malia looked around, before smiling wickedly, walking over to a table with small boxes.
"I can kick your ass in Monopoly."
"Oh, you're on." Stiles grinned. It was a game he got to play with his father a lot, and he had grown very good.
Impressively, Malia was very good as well, and they ended up playing for close to two hours. More than once a small crowd gathered around them, watching them play.
With a victory screech, Stiles stood up, giving a small dance when he finally won.
Malia glared. "Stop gloating! I swear you cheated!"
"I did not!"
"Yeah you must have, you were the banker!"
"Ladies and gentlemen," Lisa called. Stiles and Malia whipped around to face her.
"It is now time to get you all down into the tunnels. If you will please all line up in number order in front of the guards there." She motioned. Stiles and Malia looked, seeing that the lunch tables had been cleared without them noticing. People began to move and soon Stiles and Malia did as well.
Before getting in line, Stiles stopped, realizing this would be the last time Stiles got to see Malia, at least for a while.
"Well, uh, it was great meeting you."
Malia smiled. "You too. Good luck out there."
Stiles nodded. It was an awkward goodbye, just like their first encounter, but Stiles was sad he had to split up from his new friend. If he ever had to see these Omegas again, he hoped to see her.
Hesitantly, Stiles got in line, right behind the girl with a large four on her back. Soon everyone fell into place and Lisa stepped to the middle of the line.
"Everyone, please follow your respective guard down the tunnel and follow their directions. Your Alphas are getting ready as we speak. Good luck." She smiled excitedly and a brick seemed to drop in Stiles' stomach. The Sector One Omega went first, led by a guard in navy blue. After a few seconds, another guard came to escort the Sector Two Omega. Within just a couple minutes, a guard was nodding at Stiles, who followed him shakily.
The guard led him through a door, closing off everyone behind him. They were then in a long hallway that was dark and cool. This must be the tunnel. In front of him were the other Omegas, looking around nervously.
"Stop here." The guard paused him. "Lift your arms."
"Wha-" Stiles spoke. He was ignored though, as the guard shoved his hands up and began to pat him down. "Hey!" Stiles snapped.
"Clear." The guard mumbled, before shoving Stiles forward. Stiles glared, but walked until he was behind the Sector 4 Omega once again. Soon everyone filed in tightly, the air growing humid and heavy. Each guard stuck by their Omega, all looking unhappy.
Stiles glanced at his guard, whose gaze was laser focused at the end of the tunnel.
Soon, the line began to move, one Omega would go left, then the other right, then the next left. Stiles went left with his guard and was led down another hallway.
"When you step onto the platform and it begins to rise, do not move or get close to the sides, unless you want your nose chopped off." The guard said, bored.
They arrived at the end of the tunnel and Stiles stepped on a slightly raised platform.
"Once you reach the top, do not step off the platform or you will be disqualified. Once everyone is up top the timer will start for thirty seconds. Good luck."
With that, the guard pressed a button and the platform began to rise quickly.
"Wait-" Stiles called, but it was too late, he was being whisked forward, underground. Like a damn elevator scene from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Stiles remembered watching that movie over at Scott's and being amazed at the possibility of that much candy being in one place. His father explained that that was a time before everything had changed.
His heart was hammering in his chest and all he could see surrounding him was dark grey walls. The ride was fast, making him almost lose his footing several times, but after a minute or so, it slowly began to stop. Just when Stiles started to regain his footing, the platform went upward. Stiles looked up, seeing the black sky riddled with stars. After a few moments, his head poked up above the ground and he was able to see all the others, standing on their platform.
He watched as other platforms raised up quickly as his platform came to a shuddering stop.
This time, no one was talking. Everyone was looking around, wide eyed. Stiles was panting heavily, eyes flicking around rapidly. One by one the platforms rose, with people looking around nervously. Cameras on flying contraptions swarmed around them, each looking at all the Omegas. Stiles tried not to glare.
The air was still and brisk. Nothing made a noise, no birds, no crickets. The earth was deathly still, the only thing he could hear was the hammering of his own heart.
"The Twenty-Seventh Mating Run will begin in thirty seconds." A voice echoed. It seemed to surround them all, Stiles had no doubt it was due to some type of technology he would never be able to understand.
"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight. . ." The voice drowned out as Stiles' heart rate picked up even faster. His head swarmed, feeling cloudy. He looked around him still, before focusing on a spot in the forest. That was where he would run. The voice seemed to slow and Stiles hadn't even realized it hit zero until he saw people taking off running. Something then registered and he ran towards the woods as fast as he could.
He ran like he never had before. He had ran for his life, quite literally, several times before. When stealing food, when running from gunshots, when running away from the police. Each of those times he was panicked, heart racing, but it had never been like this before.
Each of the other times he had ran, he knew that if he didn't make it, he would die. This time, he knew he wouldn't die, he would be captured and somehow that seemed more terrifying. Though he knew it was inevitable, he'd be damned if he was going to go down without a fight.
The woods were eerily quiet. No one was running beside him or around him. The only sound was Stiles's panting breath, rapid heartbeat, and the crunch of his boots against the ground. The air around him didn't even feel real.
He ran for what felt like hours before he had to stop. Leaning up against a tree, he bent down, hands on his knees, trying to suck in oxygen. He swallowed back the bile rising up his throat and wiped the sweat off his brow. Though it was a cool night, Stiles could feel be beads of sweat rolling down his back. He wondered how far he could run before someone could stop him.
He tried to slow his loud breath, listening all around him for anything, but there was nothing.
Just as his heart rate was beginning to slow, he heard a scream. A human, bloodcurdling scream. Stiles' eyes widened while he froze in place. The scream sounded far away. Should he keep running, should he hide? He wasn't sure what to do, completely out of his depth.
Closing his eyes briefly, Stiles took in another deep breath. He would keep moving, but he would walk, allowing him to hear better and pause when necessary. Perhaps if he could keep his heart rate under control, he senses would be more sharp. It was easier for Alphas, there senses were boosted 24/7.
Walking quickly, Stiles headed towards the direction that he hoped was farthest from the scream. He looked up at the sky and stopped. Displayed by some sort of projector was the time, 6:51 P.M. Beside the time, there were the faces of three Omegas, those who had been claimed. Malia was not one of them and Stiles breathed a sigh of relief, though he knew both of their fates.
He wondered how these Omegas had already been claimed. Perhaps as soon as the timer ran out, they just sat there, arms spread wide, ready to be tackled by an Alpha. Or perhaps the Omegas only got to run a little while before they were tackled and claimed. Alphas were greedy like that.
Looking in front of him, Stiles was about to take another step when he paused, hearing a strange sound to his right. He looked at a tree, walking closer. Peering inside the tree hollow, he saw a lens circling around as it zoomed in and focused. Stiles set his jaw, glaring at it. Malia was right, there were hundreds of cameras, watching his every move. Would it matter at this point if he were to flip them off?
Doing his best to ignore the camera, he walked forward for several more minutes. Soon he happened upon a creek and practically screamed triumphantly. His dry throat had been killing him.
Dropping to his knees, he cupped his hands, dipping them in the freezing water. He drank several handfuls, until his stomach hurt. He then wiped the water on his face and the back of his neck.
He thought of the times his father had told him not to drink water that was unclean, no matter how thirsty he got. Most of the time Stiles had followed his father's rules, except when he saw a man throw away a full soda because it was diet and not regular. His father also told him not to eavesdrop, but it was pretty much Stiles' only source of entertainment.
He stole that bottle from the trashcan, along with a box of half eaten chicken wings, and took it back to his father. He told his father that he was the one to take only a sip of the drink, then they split the rest of it.
He wasn't used to soda that was still fizzy, most was flat and had a weird taste Stiles hated, but he liked this one. It made his tongue feel weird and made him have to burp, sending him into a fit of giggles every time his father would let out a belch.
Water was sometimes hard to come by and they spent more than one occasion collecting rainwater in an old cup. Sometimes they would go in restaurants or gas stations, asking for water, but they only sometimes received what they had asked for. People took one look at them, dirty and frail, and sent them on their way. Everyone was struggling in their area of Sector 5, there wasn't much extra to share as it was.
That's why John Stilinski's new job was such a big relief, even if Stiles was mad when he first took it. John and Stiles had saved up money for months for John to be able to afford a nice shirt and slacks from their local thrift store. John only told Stiles it was for a job that would put food on the table, and Stiles didn't care what the job was, until he discovered it was a police officer, the people Stiles strongly disliked. The people who laughed at him, threw food at him, shot at him, and had no sympathy for him. The people who had never helped.
Stiles refused to talk to his father for two weeks when he learned that he had got the job, but eventually came around when John had bought Stiles his first hot meal in months. His father swore that he took the job to make a difference and that he would make a change.
Now, Stiles only worried. Worried about the bad people out there, his father's health, and that somehow his past would come back to haunt them both. He never felt secure, even though his father had had the job for several years.
Closing his eyes, he reopened them, glancing at his reflection in the water, lit up by the full moon. He was about to stand when he heard a twig snap. His body froze and his breath caught in his throat. He looked further down the strip of water, towards the other side of the creek, and saw the reflection of a man.
Swallowing, Stiles slowly raised his head and was met with glowing red eyes across the creek. Stiles' instinct was to run, but he stayed put, waiting to see what the Alpha would do.
The man was buff and had buzzed hair. He was wearing a navy blue tank top, revealing his huge biceps. He flexed his fingers, and Stiles glanced down to his razor sharp claws. He was flexing them like he wanted to rip into something.
That was all it took.
Stiles took off running, turning around and running back the direction he came. He was hoping the creek would slow the wolf down, but it seemed to do no such thing, as the man jumped clear over it.
He could hear the man hot on his heels, breathing anomalistically. Stiles thought about yelling, but knew there would be no use. The man was gaining speed and Stiles were terrified to look backward.
Within a moment, Stiles could feel the Alpha's breath on the back of his neck, making the hairs there stand up. The man shoved him down, causing Stiles to hit the ground hard and roll a few times.
The Alpha pressed him down and Stiles got a mouth full of dirt. The wolf placed a clawed hand across his back and leaned in close, breathing Stiles' scent in.
"Get off me!" Stiles squirmed, but it was no use.
The wolf growled, before leaning in closer. Stiles tried to fight, pushing against him, but the man had to be at least 250 pounds. Stiles clawed at the ground, dirt collecting under his short fingernails.
He turned his head slightly, able to breathe a little better, though it gave his neck a painful cramp. Opening his eyes, he looked for anything to help him, as the man began to rake his claws down Stiles' back.
Stiles squinted in the dark, spotting a rock. Stretching out his hand, he was just an inch or so away. Stiles stretched his hand as far as he could, grabbing the rock. Once in hand, he quickly swung it, aiming for the man's head, but was stopped.
The man's hand grabbed his own, growling.
"Seriously? You were going to bash my head in, even with billions of people watching?" The man growled angrily, slurring around his fangs.
"I'd rather them see that then me go down without a fight." Stiles spat out.
The man leaned down, looking like he was about to rip Stiles apart, before he froze. Quickly he sat up, sniffing the air as his eyes went wide. A yelp in the distance was heard and the man stood, releasing Stiles.
A growl was heard nearby, menacing and dark.
The man above him growled, lowering his body slightly, defensively. He snapped his jaw, glancing at Stiles and huffing, before he took off.
"What the fuck?" Stiles gasped. The man had just left, just like that! Without wasting this opportunity, once Stiles gained his footing he took off sprinting again, in the opposite direction the other Alpha went.
He didn't get far before he heard another growl, similar to the one he had heard. Fuck, was he being followed?
Stiles picked up the pace, looking behind him to see if he could spot anyone. The next step Stiles took didn't connect with the ground and he found himself tumbling down a hill. He rolled down, hitting and twisting every part of his body painfully, before landing on his back with a crack.
Stiles cried out, laying there only for a moment before he rolled over with a groan. If he didn't move, the Alpha would be on him. But he was in immense pain, the wind knocked out of him. Stiles clutched his chest as he got up on his hands and knees. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his breath as black spots began to cloud his vision.
Shaking his head as he was still dizzy, Stiles looked up to the sky, blinking several times to try and focus his eyes. The clock read 8:08 and it appeared as though thirty or so Omegas had been claimed. On instinct, he began to look for Malia's picture when he heard someone approaching.
Without thinking, Stiles took off again, tears brimming his eyes from the pain. He only got a few yards before he was tackled.
Stiles yelped, squirming around as he was manhandled. On his stomach once again, a hand pressed his head into the ground, while a knee pressed into his back.
"Stop." A voice growled out.
"Fuck you!" Stiles spat out, squirming.
"As if you care, get off me!"
The man didn't respond, but lifted his hand off of Stiles' head, while still keeping him pinned. Stiles began to squirm, trying to be released, but froze when he felt the man's breath on the back of his neck, making him shiver. The Alpha leaned down close to his Stiles' ear.
"If you move, I will rip your throat out with my teeth."
Stiles thought briefly, before slowly nodding his head. He couldn't fight if he was dead and Stiles was surprised the man even thought about letting him up.
Slowly the man climbed off of him and Stiles quickly flipped over, but didn't make a move to run.
Stiles grimaced, looking down at the blood on his thigh. A limb must have caught him during his tumble.
He glanced up at the Alpha and did a double-take. The man was Beta shifted, but even through the hair, ears, and glowing red eyes, Stiles knew exactly who this man was. This was Derek Hale.
"You. . ."
Derek growled low, apparently not one for talking.
Stiles leaned up until he was sitting, getting closer to the man.
"You're. . ." Stiles was cut off when Derek leaned in close, inches from his face.
"Cameras." He muttered so quietly Stiles could barely hear what he said. Derek watched him as Stiles stared into his glowing red eyes, licking his lips. Derek's face hardened, following the action. Without warning, Derek placed a hand on Stiles' chest and shoved him back down to the ground.
Stiles let out a groan when his back connected with the ground harshly. Instantly Derek's head was in the crook of Stiles' neck, making him blush. Derek breathed in the Omegas scent, growling low.
He ran a hand slowly up Stiles' chest, making Stiles breathe hard. With the hand came a strange feeling, like everywhere his hand traveled he hurt slightly less. Was the Alpha taking his pain?
This was not happening. There was no way that Derek Hale, THE Alpha, was on top of him right now. There was no way that he was scenting him right now. And there was definitely no way Stiles was getting hard because of it.
"Fuck." Stiles exclaimed. This was really happening. In a way Stiles was relieved.
"Relax." Derek ran his hand up and down Stiles' side, trying to soothe him, but it was doing just the opposite. Stiles squirmed underneath Derek, elongating his neck and giving Derek more room.
Derek ran his nose up the length of Stiles' neck, breathing deep. Without hesitation, he repeated the action with his tongue, making Stiles gasp.
Derek kissed Stiles' neck softly, surprising Stiles with his gentleness. He pushed up Stiles' shirt slowly, running his warm hand across his stomach, making Stiles shiver.
It was then Stiles noticed that Derek was shirtless and wearing only tight black jeans that gripped him perfectly in every way.
"Wait." Stiles spoke, though he didn't really mean it. He wanted Derek to keep going and never stop.
Derek hummed, but slowed down, trailing kisses up his neck once again, making Stiles shut up.
Derek popped out his claws and ripped off Stiles' top, quite literally, making Stiles go hot. Derek slowly dropped his head down to Stiles' naval, licking a stripe upward.
Stiles moaned, breathing heavily. Derek smirked, locking eyes with Stiles. His eyes were still glowing red, but he had shifted back human and Stiles could therefore see how attractive the man was, even with his tousled hair and sweaty chest. His muscles flexed as he gripped Stiles' hips, pulling him closer.
Derek kissed up Stiles' abdomen, before locking onto Stiles' right nipple, biting it gently with human teeth.
"Fuck." Stiles threw back his head.
If this was going to happen, he was sure happy it was with Derek. He wasn't sure why, but he felt as though he could trust this man more than any of the others. He actually liked his family, and if Derek was half as kind as they were, he knew he would survive. He still might be miserable conforming to their lifestyle, but it had to be at least a little better.
Stiles looked up at the sky and saw it was 7:42. Almost all the Omegas had been claimed. Just as he began to look for the Omegas, trying to distract himself from jizzing in his pants, Derek grazed his teeth against Stiles' neck, making him close his eyes and moan. At this point, he was fully hard and Derek hadn't even kissed him.
Snapping out of his daze, Stiles moved his head, causing Derek to lock eyes with him.
Fuck he was hot.
Derek cocked his head, smirking, exposing his white teeth.
"Don't look at me like that." Stiles said, panting.
Derek cocked an eyebrow and looked impossibly hotter. I mean, the man oozed sex.
Keeping his eyes locked on him, Derek placed his fingertips on Stiles' navel, moving them impossibly slow down towards the top of his pants.
"Derek." Stiles said. He wasn't sure why. He didn't know what to say. Didn't want him to stop, wanted more, but didn't know how to ask for it. Wanted to be his, but was too embarrassed to admit it.
"What do you need?"
Fuck. The fact that he even asked that. Stiles swallowed, cautiously placing a hand on Derek's back, feeling the rigid muscle.
Derek slowly began to lean down, then paused once he was about an inch from Stiles' face.
Without thinking, Stiles quickly leaned up, locking their lips. Derek froze, as Stiles sucked in a gasp. After a brief moment, he reacted quickly and Derek gripped Stiles' face in one of his hands, getting a better angle as he slipped his tongue into Stiles' mouth, tasting him.
Stiles moaned, making Derek pressed his body closer to Stiles, as Stiles pressed his tongue against Derek's.
All thoughts left Stiles' head as he forgot about the cameras and the future. All he cared about was getting this Alpha inside of him.
Wrapping a hand around Derek's neck, Stiles pulled him impossibly closer and he ground up into him, looking for some friction. Something seemed to ignite in Derek, as he gripped Stiles' hips hard enough to leave bruises.
He kissed him harder, biting his lip and grinding down into Stiles.
Breaking the kiss as they both panted, Derek quickly ripped off Stiles' pants, revealing his hard cock. Derek's pupils blew and Stiles gripped Derek's pants, trying his best to rip them off as fast as he could.
Derek helped him out, revealing his massive cock.
"Holy fuck." Stiles threw back his head. Even without a knot, Derek was massive.
Derek growled lowly, leaning down to capture Stiles' swollen lips again.
Without warning, he flipped Stiles over, pulling his hips towards him, while pushing at his shoulder blades. Stiles' chest was pushed down to the ground, while his ass was high in the air, presenting.
"Fuck." Derek growled low, placing a hand on Stiles' cheek and pulling slightly, exposing Stiles' hole to the cold air.
"Please." Stiles moaned. His hole was slick, waiting for an Alpha's cock.
"Gonna make you feel good." Derek hummed.
"Please, please." Stiles was on the verge of tears. His body needed Derek.
"You want this?" Derek asked.
"Yes, God, please."
Derek leaned in close and Stiles gasped as he felt Derek's tongue.
"Oh my God." Stiles moaned, placing his forehead on his arm.
Derek proceeded to open him up, lapping at Stiles' hole almost desperately. Once he was slicked up, not that he needed much help, thank you Omega genes, he quickly slipped in a finger easily. Omega bodies were built for Alphas and at this moment they were both grateful.
"Fuck, please get inside me." Stiles moaned as Derek crooked his finger, hitting his prostate.
Derek chuckled, biting Stiles' cheek gently. Even through Stiles' begging, he continued to stretch him out. Slipping in another finger, Stiles could do nothing but pant, yearning for his Alpha. He squirmed, before laying back down again, gripping the ground. It felt good, almost too good, and yet he needed more.
"Shh. I've got you." Derek said, slipping in a third finger. Stiles sighed, blissed out.
Stiles almost wanted to try and think about everything that this decision would cause, what his future would look like, but he couldn't. All he could focus on was Derek inside of him.
That seemed to do the trick, as Derek growled again, low in his chest, before removing his fingers. Lining up, Derek pressed the tip of his cock to Stiles' hole. He pressed in slowly, Stiles moaning the whole way, before his tip was fully in. He paused there, making sure Stiles was okay before he continued. After a few painstakingly long moments, Derek bottomed out.
"So fucking tight." Derek panted.
"Oh my God." Stiles looked backward at Derek, craning his neck, before dropping his head back down to the ground as Derek slowly pulled out, only to press back in.
"Fuck, please move."
Derek complied, fucking Stiles slowly, hands on his hips, gripping him tight.
"Fuck." Derek threw back his head. His hole was perfect. Tight and warm and shaped just for his cock.
Derek pulled out, making Stiles groan in protest, before he was flipped on his back.
Quickly, Derek slipped back in, fucking Stiles hard.
Stiles was only able to look up at Derek briefly, before he closed his eyes and threw his head back. Derek was gorgeous, eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, abs pulled tight and red eyes half-lidded.
This was pleasure like he had never felt before. His hand could do nothing to top this and neither could his drunken high school endeavors.
Of course, he had never been with an Alpha really, fearing them and not wanting to be used for sex, that made him feel. . . dirty. But fuck, he would be dirty for this Alpha.
Derek fucked him in a rhythm Stiles swore he would memorize. He hit all the right spots and growled out, making them both rumble from the inside out.
Stiles could feel himself getting close, he was going to cum untouched.
"Fuck Derek, I-I. . ."
He couldn't even form words. Derek's cock began to swell as his knot grew. He leaned down, licking a strip of Stiles' neck, sending Stiles over the edge.
Stiles cried out as he came hard, black spots creeping in on his vision as he threw back his head. Derek's cock locked inside of him as Derek came, groaning out. Derek leaned down as Stiles' neck was exposed, biting down and claiming him as his own.
Immediately this caused Stiles' dick to spurt out more cum and he blacked out from pleasure.
Only a few seconds later he regained consciousness, opening his eyes to reveal a blissed out Derek, who had practically collapsed on top of him.
He rolled them, his dick tugging on Stiles' sore ass, making Stiles groan. He felt a drop of blood run down his neck towards the ground, but refused to touch it.
Stiles was still breathing heavily as Derek stared at him, his eyes now green and wide alert.
"That was. . ." Stiles said, running a hand through his hair, looking up at the stars, almost feeling awkward now that they had finished.
Derek hummed, smiling slightly, feeling proud. Stiles turned his head to look at Derek, meeting his gaze.
"You claimed me." Stiles spoke quietly.
"I did." Derek nodded.
Stiles swallowed. "So. . ."
"So I claimed you as my mate." Derek nodded, finishing the sentence for him.
"Fuck." Stiles said, running a hand down his face.
Derek looked pained. "You regret it?"
"No." Stiles spoke. That was the problem. Stiles didn't regret it.
Derek nodded. Now their encounter felt awkward. Derek was no longer practically feral and Stiles was no longer high on pheromones and hormones, yet Derek's cock was still in his ass and they were supposed to have a mature conversation.
"So, what next?" Stiles asked.
Derek snorted. "Well we can't exactly do much until my knot goes down."
"Fuck, you knotted me." A wave of arousal went through Stiles' body. Derek was still inside of him and that. . . well that just did something to Stiles.
"Don't do that." Derek snapped.
"Do what?" Stiles squawked.
"I can smell your arousal, it's. . . challenging so just. . . don't."
"Well it's a little hard not to think about it when you're cock is still inside of me."
Derek closed his eyes. "Don't say that either."
Stiles snorted. "Already trying to control me?"
"No, I'm trying not to knot you again." Derek grit out.
"Oh. . ." Stiles looked away. Oops.
"Just. Give me a minute, please." Derek closed his eyes.
Stiles nodded sympathetically. He didn't realize he had such an effect on the man, perhaps it was because he was claimed. Stiles understood to a degree, his hormones really messed him up, so he could only imagine what it was like for an Alpha, especially being that they were biologically more aggressive and had a faster recovery.
After a few minutes, Derek's knot went down and he was able to slip out slowly, releasing his cum. It ran down Stiles' leg, making him groan.
"Don't do that either." Derek gripped Stiles' hip tightly.
"This isn't exactly easy for me either."
Derek's eyes flashed and he clenched his jaw tight. Clearly Stiles being horny affected Derek.
"Come on." He pulled Stiles up, as Stiles let out a groan. He was sore, in every way.
"Where are we going?" Stiles asked.
"Fuck." Derek sighed, looking at their shredded clothes and ignoring Stiles.
"Guess you shouldn't have gone so wolf-man." Stiles snorted, placing his hands on his now bruised hips.
"Like I had much choice." Derek cocked an eyebrow. At that point, his Alpha side had almost completely taken over him. He thought he would be able to stay better under control, but something about the Omega had made that impossible for him.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Guess we're streaking."
Derek smirked. "You are."
Stiles was about to make a snarky comment when Derek shifted right in front of him, into a full wolf. He was huge, way larger than a normal wolf and had solid black fur, as dark as the night. His eyes glowed red, familiar and striking against his midnight fur. He was gorgeous.
"Holy shit!" Stiles took a step back.
Derek sat down, somehow looking smug.
"Not fair!" Stiles pointed his finger like a child and debated stomping his feet.
Derek started walking and Stiles had no option but to follow him.
"No fucking wonder everyone is all 'Derek Hale is so powerful,' 'Derek Hale is so awesome,' blah blah blah. You can turn into a fucking wolf. So not fair." Stiles crossed his arms, partially because he was annoyed, partly because he was a child, and partly because he was cold.
Derek looked back at Stiles and huffed.
"Don't even. You have hair covering up your nutsack, so you don't have the right to make faces."
Stiles crossed his arms farther, feeling self conscious and even colder.
"Another reason this isn't fair? You can't talk back. Wait a second. You did this on purpose, you totally did this on purpose. You-"
Stiles was cut off by a loud bang. He instantly crouched low out of reflex, then looked to the sky as it displayed all of the Omegas faces with white confetti falling around them. They were all claimed.
Derek huffed, looking annoyed and waiting on Stiles to follow him.
They walked for what seemed like hours and Stiles began to shiver as the temperature dropped as the night grew on. He looked up to the sky to see what time it was, but the display was gone, only the stars and moon were above now.
Derek stopped as they neared the edge, shifting back into his human form.
"Stay here. I'll be right back." He muttered.
Before he could even blink, Derek was gone. Stiles huffed and sat down, alone with his thoughts, a very bad thing.
Stiles closed his eyes. Okay, so he had just been claimed. Derek had just climbed on top of him and had sex with him, bit his neck, knotted him. He was claimed.
In a way, Stiles was thankful. Thankful it wasn't a stranger. Thankful that Derek was kind and gentle. Needless to say, Stiles had horrible expectations, but was taken aback by the mannerisms and actions Derek took to make sure that he was okay. I mean, he actually asked for consent. Stiles was a little disgusted that he was thankful that Derek did, I mean for fuck's sake he shouldn't have to worry about something like that. Every Alpha should get consent. But that's not the world that he lived in.
Lisa had said that this was the time that was up to the Alphas and he wondered what exactly Derek had in store.
He heard rustling in the bushes and Derek soon came through, now fully clothed and with clothes in hand.
"Here." Derek handed Stiles the clothes, then stood there.
"Well, can you like turn around or?"
"I just watched my cum drip out your asshole and you're shy now?"
Stiles' face turned crimson. "Okay well, I was high on hormones and shit and now I'm not so if you could just-"
Derek rolled his eyes so hard Stiles thought they might pop out, but he turned around, arms crossed.
Stiles quickly got dressed, tripping as he put on the pants. He took an extra second putting on his shirt, looking at Derek's ass in those jeans.
Derek was wearing black jeans, a grey Henley, and a leather jacket, looking like walking sex, while Stiles was wearing a huge blue long sleeve shirt and black sweatpants.
He quickly was able to tell that these were Derek's clothes, by the size and by the smell. They didn't smell like any other Alpha though, they smelled like. . . Derek. Omega's noses were not nearly as sensitive as Alphas, but even so, Stiles could tell that this was an Alpha scent. It was strong, dominant, and Stiles would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the scent surrounding him and covering his body.
"Okay." Stiles spoke softly.
Derek turned around and his eyes instantly went red, looking at Stiles in his clothes.
Growling, he stepped close quickly, before stopping abruptly. He blinked a few times and slightly shook his head, before clenching his jaw. He seemed to be stopping himself.
"Come on." Derek growled out, taking off quickly. They walked out of the forest and onto a paved road, Stiles speed walking to keep up with Derek.
"So where are we going?"
"I'm having my driver pick us up." Derek said quietly.
Stiles began to open his mouth when Derek stopped suddenly, making Stiles crash into his back. Derek crouched down, pushing Stiles behind him further.
Stiles followed Derek's heated gaze to the other side of the road, where he saw another Alpha and a girl. Derek snapped his jaw, eyes flaring red. Stiles looked at the other Alpha, heart hammering hard when he realized it was the one from before.
The other Alpha sneered, before grabbing the girl's hand and yanking her in a different direction.
Derek stayed in his defensive position for a few moments longer, before he stood, growling deep.
"I guess you don't like the guy." Stiles chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Derek looked like he was ready to kill.
Without saying anything, Derek took off again, Stiles hustling to catch up.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, Stiles still shivering and his heart rate quickening as thoughts raced through his head.
Where could Derek be taking him? What happens next? Who was Derek really? Was he nice or would he be just like every Alpha Stiles feared? What was this big secret between the Hales and pretty much everyone else? How powerful were they really and how would that affect Stiles?
"Hey." Derek said softly, now standing in front of Stiles. He hadn't realized he had stopped walking.
"Sorry." Stiles swallowed.
Derek gave a nod. "The car is right there."
There was still awkward tension between them. It seemed neither one of them knew how to act or what to say, of course, there wasn't exactly a manual for such a thing.
They walked to the car and a man got out, opening up the door for them.
"Boyd!" Stiles ran over to Boyd and practically tackled him in a hug. Within a split moment, it was like a chain of reactions. Boyd shoved Stiles off, as Derek let out a growl, running at Boyd and pinning him against the car, claws at his throat.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled out.
Boyd turned his neck, submitting.
"Derek, stop-" Stiles yelled.
Boyd glared at Stiles, willing him to shut up.
Derek grit his teeth, fighting an internal battle with himself.
"Explain it to me."
Boyd nodded slowly. "When Stiles saw me, he got excited. He ran at me, not the other way around. I shoved him off of me as soon as possible. We barely even touched. You know that I wouldn't do that to you. You know that."
Derek had his jaw clamped so tight Stiles thought his teeth might shatter. He took in a deep breath slowly and took a step back.
"Give me the keys." Derek said sternly.
Boyd tossed him the keys and stepped back.
Derek climbed in the car, turning it on. He rolled down the window and glared at Stiles.
"Get in the car."
"Wha- What the fuck just happened?"
"Get in. Now." Derek snapped, eyes still glowing red.
"Hold on, wha-"
"Do what he says. Now Stiles." Boyd said quietly, nodding.
Stiles paused, but did what he said, climbing in the front seat beside Derek. Before the car door was even shut all the way, Derek took off, engine roaring.
"Holy shit! Slow down, you're going to kill me!" Stiles fought with the seat belt before finally hearing it click shut.
Derek said nothing as he continued to speed down the road, gripping the steering wheel so tight Stiles could hear the leather squealing.
"What just happened back there? Why did you do that to Boyd?"
Derek growled. "Don't say his name like that."
"Like what?" Stiles threw his hands in the air.
"Like you're best friends."
"What is this, a pissing match?"
Derek took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"Woah dude, eyes on the road, the fuck?"
"You're fine, we're not going to wreck."
Stiles glanced down at the speedometer, seeing that they were doing 90 miles per hour.
"I'll believe you when we aren't flying down the road at the speed of light."
Derek pressed on the gas harder.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem?" Derek looked at Stiles. "My problem is that my newly claimed Omega just threw himself at one of my best Betas and though I know it's irrational, I want to rip his throat out for touching you, which is conflicting because he is my best friend."
"Are you serious right now? I barely even know Boyd! And I didn't throw myself at him, you piece of shit."
Derek didn't say anything. "Believe it or not that helped."
"Jesus Christ." Stiles rolled his eyes and looked out the window, arms crossed. Alphas were fucking ridiculous.
They sat in silence for a little while, not even the radio was turned out for background noise. Stiles watched the trees go by, almost black in the night.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going or just kidnap me and pretend I am not here."
Derek snorted. "I didn't kidnap you."
"Sure as hell feels like kidnapping."
"Like you would know."
Stiles glared. "I've come pretty close thanks."
Derek glanced at Stiles, faced softened only slightly.
"I'm taking you somewhere safe for the night."
"Safe? As in I am in danger?" Stiles' heart rate picked up. He had only been with Derek for a couple hours and yet he was still in trouble?
Derek smirked. "I'm keeping you safe from my sister."
"Oh." What a relief. "I'm guessing we're talking about Laura here?"
Derek's eyebrows furrowed.
"You met my sister?"
Stiles snorted. "Dude I met your whole family, even your bat shit crazy Uncle Peter-"
Derek slammed on the breaks, turning the wheel quickly. Stiles slung forward in his seat belt, sucking in a gasp and they squealed to a stop, rubber burning and sending up puffs of smoke.
"Dude, what the fuc-"
"You saw Peter?" Derek growled out, suddenly very close to his face.
Stiles swallowed. "Uh, yeah, he kinda stopped by."
"And my mother let him in?" Derek growled again, eyes flashing red. Stiles realized how beautiful they were as they illuminated the car in the dark.
"Not exactly, he was just kind of there, no one was thrilled to see him, to say the least."
"What did he say to you, did he touch you?" Derek grew angry.
"No! Hey, no." Stiles said. It came out more soothing then he meant it to. Derek's shoulder's dropped slightly, thankful. Stiles decided it was best to leave out the part where Peter traced a claw across his face and threatened to follow him down to Sector Thirty-Seven.
"Peter only comes around when he wants something." Derek looked through the windshield, thinking.
"Funny, your family said the same thing."
Derek turned to Stiles. "So you really met my whole family then?"
"Yeah. As much as I hate to say it, they're really great."
"Clearly you didn't meet Cora yet."
"Actually I did, and she is one of my favorites thank you very much."
Derek rolled his eyes. "You would be the one to love Cora."
He put the car back in drive and accelerated slowly this time. "And to answer your question, we are going to the plane."
"The same one from before?"
"Great." Stiles groaned.
"Do you get sick flying?" Derek asked.
"Not so far. I don't exactly have much experience flying except for when Boyd flew me down here." Stiles quickly looked at Derek, awaiting a response at the mention of Boyd's name, but there wasn't one.
"Most people don't."
"So we're flying back to Sector Five then?"
"But not back to the Hale Mansion?"
"No, I've got a place an hour or so out."
Stiles supposed he wasn't really surprised that an Alpha wanted him all to himself for at least a night. Though it seemed like the Hale family was very pack oriented, the two were newly mated and clearly Derek was still very much on edge. Even so, it didn't mean that Stiles wasn't nervous.
Soon, they arrived in front of the massive plane, guarded by many men in the dark of the night. Had there not been a few lights, the plane would have blended perfectly into the night sky.
Derek got out and quickly opened the door for Stiles, who gave a nod in thanks.
"Sir." A man greeted Derek with a stern face. Stiles recognized him as the man who spoke to Boyd only hours before. He was still dressed the same and still looked just as stern.
"At ease." Derek spoke. The man began to lead the way. Derek placed a hand on the small of Stiles' back, making him go stiff. Stiles wasn't sure if it was a sign of ownership, dominance, or a comfort for Derek, but either way, Stiles wasn't sure how to feel.
"Everything is up and running, looking good." The man, Major Wilson if Stiles remembered correctly, said.
"Any compromises?" Derek asked. Stiles didn't want to know what that meant.
Derek gave a nod as they arrived at the stairs to the plane.
"Go ahead and get settled, I've got some things to check up on." Derek gave a nod towards the plane.
"Okay." Stiles nodded, climbing on the plane and taking a seat where he was only hours ago. Stiles could hardly wrap his mind around that fact. All of these events had taken place in just a couple days and yet it had felt like years.
He took a seat and his mind instantly started racing as he looked down at the vast array of buttons blinking and flashing, lighting up the cockpit in an otherwise completely black space.
He wondered where Malia was, and if she was happy. He hoped she was happy. In a way, he hoped to see her again. In another life, she might have even been his type, might have even brought out the painful flirting in him, but there was no time to think about that. The fact was, Stiles was mated to Derek, now and forever, there was no escape.
Once again, the thought of it "not being so bad" crept up on him, and this time he didn't shove it down.
Stiles had to admit that Derek Hale was like no other Alpha he had met before, though he tried to limit his interactions with Alphas for obvious reasons. Most Alphas were pigs, cocky and prideful. Stiles knew it wasn't right to generalize and stereotype, but it was hard not to, growing up in the world he did, with the life he did.
Still, Derek had been. . . respectful. Even during their short amount of time together, he had made sure Stiles was comfortable and whilst dealing with his own Alpha instincts, had remained relatively calm, given the circumstances. Though he hated to admit it, Stiles was sort of impressed.
That being said, anxiety and fear still made the hairs on the back of his neck creep up on him. Derek could have been faking it all for the cameras and he already knew something fishy was going on here. From Laura saying the things she did to Boyd saying that basically everything was classified, it was obvious something else was going on here.
Though he would never admit it, Stiles felt a pang when he realized that Derek hadn't chosen Stiles because he had liked him, he chose him because of something else. It was ridiculous, but Stiles couldn't help feeling a little hurt.
What could possibly be going on here though? It all started with the fact that he was selected, a one in a million chance that really wasn't a chance at all. What had Talia done to make him get selected and why? If Derek is as important as Boyd said he was, why would he be paired with a random Omega without much of a life?
Stiles' thoughts were disrupted by Derek climbing aboard. Derek took a seat in the cockpit with Stiles, immediately slipping on his headset and handing the other to Stiles.
Derek cocked an eyebrow.
"Does everyone in the Hale pack know how to fly a damn plane?"
Derek smiled. "Just me and Boyd, though Laura is in training."
"What the fuc-"
"I'll explain more when we are in the air." Derek had a look of seriousness on his face as he prepared the plane for takeoff.
Stiles grew quiet, looking out at the front of the plane as Derek began to talk into the headset. The plane began to move, turning down a long runway. Stiles felt like he was in some kind of weird déjà vu dream sequence.
"Triskele Alpha One Seven, cleared for takeoff."
Stiles didn't know much, but he figured that meant that they were about to be in the air.
"Don't kill me."
Derek snorted. "Relax, I'm a better pilot then Boyd."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Boyd didn't kill you did he?"
Stiles pinched himself. "Not that I know of."
Derek rolled his eyes as the plane picked up speed. Stiles' anxiety spiked and his breathing picked up. He had only done this once, it wasn't like he was an experienced flyer, and he hoped he never would be. As far as he was concerned this would be the last time he would be caught in a plane.
"You've got to relax." Derek clenched his jaw.
"Telling me that doesn't relax me." Stiles snapped.
"Why the fuck do you look nervous? Oh my God, were you lying about flying planes? Of fuck, is this your first time? Oh my God, oh my God-"
"Stiles! Shut up!" The tires lifted off of the track as the plane was in the air.
"Please don't kill me." Stiles rambled as his anxiety continued to spike and his heart pounded in his chest.
"Please, you've got to calm down."
"Once again, that doesn't help." Stiles snapped. He looked at Derek who was gripping the yoke, still steering the plane upwards. His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared.
"What, is it something I said? Look I ramble when I'm nervous, you're just going to have to get used to it-"
"You're scent is filling the whole cockpit. You're anxiety is choking me right now and it's difficult for me to breathe and not come over there next to you."
Stiles was stunned. Was his scent that strong? Sure he was nervous but Jesus. And what did he mean come over there?
"I can't exactly control a panic attack when it's coming on." Stiles snapped.
"No," Derek shook his head as the plane leveled out, coasting through the air. "That's not what I mean. . . it's. . . difficult for me."
Stiles furrowed a brow.
Derek huffed in annoyance. "Look, it upsets my wolf side that you are upset right now and I can't do anything about it because I have to fly the plane so please just. . . take a deep breath for me, okay?" Derek refused to look at Stiles, embarrassed he was discussing his feelings so openly.
For the millionth time tonight, Derek shocked Stiles. From what he understood, Derek's wolf side yearned to comfort and be near Stiles while he felt like this. Any other wolf would have made Stiles be quiet.
Stiles gave a brief nod, staring out at the front of the windshield, looking at the lights below. He tried to stay quiet for as long as he could, calming himself down while simultaneously trying not to annoy Derek.
"It's kind of cool." Stiles said softly, breaking the silence.
"Flying at night." Stiles shrugged. "I've never seen so many lights. Before I saw the clouds and the sun, but. . . I kind of like the lights."
Derek gave a small smile. "It's my favorite time to fly too."
"So. . ." Stiles was a little nervous to try and open up a conversation with Derek, but his heart rate was calmer now and he figured one of the best times to have a conversation would be when Derek was flying a plane, then he couldn't hop out of his seat and strangle Stiles.
"Are you in the military too then, like Boyd?"
"You really got to know Boyd didn't you?" Derek snapped, jaw clenched.
Stiles' face reddened. Clearly, it wasn't a good idea to start a conversation.
Derek shook his head. "Sorry, that was uncalled for."
Stiles gave a small smile. Surprisingly, he was sympathetic. It was clear Derek was trying not to be a dick, even though his jealousy was clearly getting to him.
"Boyd is my best friend. We met in the military actually." Derek paused. "This is all classified-"
"Jesus, you're just like Boyd. Can't I know anything?"
"If you would have let me finished, I was saying that this is all classified, but since the Mating Run is over and we are now. . . involved, I can share."
"Oh. . . sorry."
"Of course, I can't tell you everything until I am back with my mother and we have a formal pack meeting."
"I guess that makes sense."
Derek nodded. "So what do you want to know?"
Stiles laughed. "Oh buddy, you have no idea how much I want to know."
"Oh boy." Derek mumbled. Stiles chose to ignore that.
"So you say you met Boyd in the military? He said he was in some kind of classified special forces group, are you in that too?"
"I run in."
"Shit." Stiles leaned back.
"I run a highly classified military group that no one knows exists. I was training a different group when I spotted Boyd. He seemed like a real leader. I took a look at his file and saw that he got perfect scores on every test, physical, mental, combat, everything. I recruited him and soon took him into my pack."
"That's another thing, your pack? How does that work, four Alphas in the family?"
Derek smiled. "That's a common question." Derek shrugged. "I don't know, it just does. My mother is. . . brilliant, strategic, a great leader, and a fantastic mother. It hasn't been easy, but it works to our advantage in many scenarios, others not so much."
"Jesus I can't imagine the fights you must have."
Derek snorted. "Yeah, we've certainly had our fair share of bloody nights."
Stiles shook his head. "That must have been incredible though, growing up with that many siblings."
"And infuriating." Derek smirked.
"I can't help noticing how all of you seem polar opposites of each other." Laura was a born leader, and incredibly kind. Talia was authoritative and organized, yet still had a motherly side of her she seemed to keep hidden most of the time. Cora was sassy, full of spunk and strong feels. Peter was an absolute asshole. Derek was. . . well Stiles hadn't quite figured out Derek.
Derek nodded. "There are lots of conspiracy theories out there that believe we aren't related."
"If it wasn't for the hair and eyes I might believe them." One thing they all had in common was their stark black hair and incredible eyes, a mixture of green, blue, and specks of brown.
Derek smiled. "We'll be landing soon."
"Okay." Stiles nodded. He felt calmer now. It was true that Derek was a great pilot and actually having a normal conversation with him made him feel immensely better. At least Derek didn't seem to be a freak.
Stiles swallowed, remembering how he was chosen for a reason. "I have a feeling you already know everything about my family."
Derek turned towards Stiles and shook his head. "Not now." He tapped the headset, then motioned around him, creeping Stiles out. Was there really the possibility of someone listening in on them?
"Triskele Alpha One Seven requesting permission to land SFAB."
"Cleared to land runway two-seven left, Triskele Alpha One Seven."
Soon Stiles was able to see the ground as they landed smoothly, Stiles' heart only picking up when the tires hit the pavement.
They came to a stop in silence, both taking off their headsets at the same time.
"Am I going to be bombarded by paparazzi when I step off this plane?"
"If you were, I would be thoroughly impressed by the general public's ability to find a highly classified air base."
Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Well okay then."
After stepping off the plane, Stiles was shocked to see they were not surrounded by several men. Only a single sleek black Camero stood in front of them. Derek led Stiles to the car, the door being held open by a man in a suit.
"I've got it from here, thank you." Derek spoke to the man with a nod.
The man nodded and handed him the keys.
"Holy shit!" Stiles exclaimed, climbing in the car.
"Oh my God." Stiles was in awe at the beauty of the car. The interior was all leather and all black. It smelled strongly of Derek and Stiles had a suspicion this was Derek's favorite car.
Derek smirked, proud of himself.
"The wealth of you people never ceases to amaze me." Stiles shook his head.
"I can get you one if you want." Derek said nonchalantly.
Stiles laughed. "That's insulting, I don't even know how to drive."
"I'll teach you." Derek said, starting the car and accelerating quickly. Stiles would never admit that made his heart flutter.
"You won't be able to if you kill me, Jesus Christ do you always drive like this?" Stiles gripped the side of the car.
"Only when I have places to be."
"Where exactly do you have to be?"
Derek gripped the steering wheel, jaw firmly set in place and eyes glued to the road. Jesus, did he want to get him in bed again that badly?
"We'll get there no matter how fast you go, unless we are dead." Stiles tried to sound sarcastic, but it was a weak effort.
"You seem to be very insistent I'm going to kill you some way or another."
"I haven't exactly had the best experience with Alphas, let alone ones with money, cars, and planes."
Derek growled so low it was almost inaudible.
"Sorry." Stiles apologized. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but he didn't exactly want to upset the Alpha on their first night together. First impressions and what-not.
"I'm not upset with you." Derek said, though he tightened his grip further. "Just know that we aren't all bad."
"Your sister said the same thing."
"She can be wise sometimes." Derek softened his grip on the wheel.
Stiles looked out the window, focusing on the stars in the sky, creating tiny spots on the otherwise black night sky. He wanted to feel angry and bitter, but couldn't bring himself to be horrible to a man who had treated him otherwise. It made him angry that the Hale family was breaking every stereotype, at least so far. Even so, he kept waiting for the ball to drop. There was no way this would all go smoothly, not if Stiles was involved.
Stiles had been pushing it away, but he couldn't help thinking of his dad. This would be the first time they were ever really apart for a long time. Of course, there had been nights they spent apart, but they always knew where each other was, and that they were safe. He knew his dad must be worried sick and trying to keep track of him somehow, but there would be no way he would ever succeed. Even as a police officer, John didn't have anything on the Hale's and their power, especially being that the Alpha Stiles was with controlled the military.
Stiles felt a pang in his chest remembering how calm his dad had been before the drawing, firmly believing that his son would not be chosen. Neither one of them believed there was the possibility he ever would be.
He could picture it now, his dad sitting at the kitchen table, a bottle of scotch in hand, staring at his picture, waiting by the phone for a call he would never get.
Stiles felt tears well up in his eyes, but quickly blinked them away.
"I'm sorry." Derek spoke lowly. Stiles glanced at Derek and saw his eyebrows knit together, he had returned to his stiff position.
Stiles shook his head. "This whole reading my emotions thing is going to get old really fast." He snapped. He didn't like people knowing his business and was typically good at hiding his emotions, except around an Alpha, let alone an Alpha who had just claimed him.
"I don't mean to intrude, I. . ."
"I know." Stiles said quietly. The man was telling the truth, and it had to be annoying, always knowing how people felt, smelling the sting of sadness and the punch of anger. Derek was going to be smelling a lot of that.
They stayed silent for the rest of the car ride, Stiles trying to focus on being still, which only caused him to fidget more.
Soon, they pulled in front of a massive building with large intricate windows and a wrap around glass patio. This must be Derek's place.
"Holy shit." Stiles said, stepping out of the car as Derek held open the door for him. Clearly still a gentlemen, even without the cameras following them.
They walked up to the front, where an older gentleman greeted them, dressed in a slim black suit with a matching bow tie.
"Alpha Hale, Mr. Stilinski." He took a small bow.
Derek gave a brief nod as the man moved out of the way to let them in. As soon as Stiles stepped in, his jaw dropped. The interior was a soft cream color, with marble flooring and gold detailing. As soon as you walked in, you were faced with a gold staircase, the steps lit up by soft lighting. A massive chandelier hung above their heads, ceilings so high it made Stiles crane his neck. In front of them was a glimpse of what Stiles could only assume was a massive open floor plan, where the living room and kitchen were only a little ways apart.
"Go ahead and take the night off Jennings, thank you."
"Yes, Alpha." He gave a brief bow and disappeared.
Derek shrugged his leather jacket off, hanging it on a gold coat rack. Stiles wasn't even surprised by the fact that Derek had a butler.
"This is your place?" Stiles was still looking around, jaw open.
Derek shrugged nonchalantly. "Sometimes."
"Dude, I know you're not much of a talker, and clearly I make up for a lot of that, but I gotta know about your life." Stiles laughed, breaking his focus on his surroundings to look at Derek. It was there, in the soft glow of the yellow lighting, that Stiles was truly able to appreciate Derek's beauty. Stiles had seen Derek in a different, erotic light, but now he was able to see Derek in a different manner. He wanted to get close to him, try and name the color of his eyes and slowly trace his fingers across the dips of his body, mapping him.
Stiles swallowed, noticing the quiet of the house and Derek's lack of response.
"We'll have time to talk. Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, yeah I guess so." Stiles shrugged. He was always hungry really, that was something that had not changed since he had steadily had food on the table for a few years now. In the beginning, he feared that it wasn't permanent and he found himself rationing his food. He quickly realized McDonald's burgers didn't keep well and slowly warmed up to the idea of throwing away food, even his leftovers. His father had scolded him when he had wrapped up a single tomato slice and placed it in the fridge. It stayed there for a week and filled the fridge with a rancid smell, it was only then Stiles realized that perhaps things really were changing and he could ease up.
Of course, they had had their ups and downs since then, with the ever changing economy and low salary that he and his father earned, but though they sometimes had the water shut off and never owned a TV, he always had food on the table. His father had promised him that no matter what, he would never have to steal or dig through a dumpster again and he had kept that promise.
"I'm not exactly a cook, but we can order something if you like?" Derek spoke, opening up the massive refrigerator to reveal the most food Stiles had ever seen, though it seemed Derek was still looking for something to eat.
"Oh my God." Stiles stepped close, crowding his space, but Derek didn't move, rather, he stayed frozen in place.
"I've never seen this much food in my life, except at a grocery store. No way we are ordering food, I'll cook."
"No, you don't have to do that-"
"Please, I want to, I've never had this many ingredients to cook with." Stiles continued to stare in the fridge, but looked at Derek when he realized he hadn't spoken.
He had that same look on his face that he had in the car and Stiles was starting to have a difficult time reading him.
"I'm sorry, we can order whatever you like, of course, Alpha-" Of course Stiles had already overstepped, even saying no to the Alpha when he had offered him whatever food he wanted.
"No," Derek held up a hand, taking a step back. "Sorry, I. . ."
Stiles stood there waiting for a response from the constipated Alpha.
"Please, make whatever you wish, that would be fantastic. I'm going to go wash up." He gave a nod, before disappearing quickly.
Stiles shook his head, but immediately got to work. He wasn't sure what he wanted to make until he saw the meat. That would make his Alpha happy.
He didn't realize what he had just thought until he was already seasoning. Since when did he care about pleasing an Alpha? As far as he was concerned, any other Alpha could lick the bottom of his shoe.
Pausing for only a moment more, Stiles dismissed the thought and continued to season the meat, after rummaging through some cabinets. He hoped Derek wouldn't mind.
Finding a skillet, he turned the heat on, while he brought out the vegetables and began to chop them.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"Oh, you don't need to."
"I want to, please, if you're going to be cooking, at least let me help."
Stiles gave a small smile. "Alright, you can chop up those vegetables right there."
Derek nodded sternly and pushed up the sleeves to his grey Henley, revealing his tanned arms. Stiles swallowed and began to watch Derek, his hand gripped around the knife, clearly an amateur, but Stiles appreciated the effort none the less.
Smiling, Stiles returned to his sizzling pan, coating the meat in butter and spices. He startled, however, when he felt Derek come up behind him.
"That smells incredible." Derek closed his eyes, breathing in the scent.
Stiles smiled as his heart warmed with glee. His Alpha approved.
"Hopefully it tastes just as good." Stiles popped the vegetables in the skillet with the steak, making sure the season them heavily.
Derek began to grab plates, setting the table. He grabbed two beers from the fridge, raising his eyebrows at Stiles, making sure he was okay with that to drink. Stiles nodded, returning back to his work as he popped the pan in the oven.
"Should be ready in just a few minutes." Stiles washed his hands and grabbed the beer Derek was handing him, nodding in thanks.
"You really aren't like any Omega I've ever met." Derek said, taking a swig.
Stiles swallowed slowly. "I'm not sure how to respond to that." He said truthfully.
"I don't mean it in a bad way," Derek furrowed his eyebrows. "Quite the opposite actually."
"How do you mean?"
Derek shrugged. "You're. . . mellow."
Stiles burst out laughing, surprising Derek. "Mellow? I have been called a lot of things and mellow is not one of them. Clearly, you did not see me try to take down the security officers." Stiles laughed again, taking a swig of his beer. Derek let out a small laugh as well.
"Perhaps mellow was the wrong word."
"Mhm." Stiles nodded, setting his beer down to take the pan out of the oven. Setting it on the stove, he hummed, looking at its contents. The aroma was filling the room and making Stiles' stomach rumble.
"Soups on." Stiles grabbed a mat and the skillet, placing it on the table. He dished up the steaks and a healthy portion of vegetables onto each of their plates, giving Derek the bigger of the two steaks.
"This looks great." Derek smiled in thanks, cutting off a piece like it was butter. Stiles didn't realize then that he waited for Derek to take the first bite, a traditional sign of respect.
Derek's eyes widened, looking at Stiles. "This is amazing Stiles, where did you learn to cook like this?"
Stiles smiled, heart swelling at the compliment, and took a bite himself. It was in fact delicious. "My mom taught me some stuff when I was younger, before she died." Stiles shrugged. "Once I got an actual kitchen it just sort of became a hobby of mine. I didn't really have the option before." Stiles didn't exactly feel like coming out and telling Derek he was on the streets for years, whilst sitting in his penthouse eating off of fine china.
"Right." Derek looked down. "I'm sorry."
Stiles smiled softly. "Thanks."
"She had frontotemporal dementia, right?"
"How did you know that?" Stiles asked defensively.
Derek cleared his throat, finishing off his beer. He went to the kitchen and grabbed two more, popping their tops off.
"My family. My mother is Alpha of Sector Five, she kind of knows everything about everyone."
Stiles nodded. "That was almost believable." He pointed his fork at Derek, before taking another bite. Derek looked confused.
"But see, I know for a fact that's bullshit." A little voice in the back of his head was telling him not to push it, but he ignored that little voice.
"Because there is no way in hell a family like yours would give two shits about my life, otherwise, I wouldn't have been on the streets for three years." Stiles took the last bite of his steak and continued to speak whilst his mouth was full.
"Your pack did some kind of research on me and my life, sorry to disappoint, by the way, there isn't much there, especially in my early teenage years, kind of wiped off the map then."
Derek frowned, pushing his plate away.
Stiles stood up, suddenly angry. He snatched both of their plates up, taking them to the sink. He threw them in their angrily and began to turn on the water.
"Leave them," Derek called from behind him.
Stiles ignored him, rolling up his sleeves.
"Leave them," Derek said more sternly. Stiles sighed, but obeyed, turning off the water.
"Come here." Derek called. Stiles grit his teeth, but came back to the dining room table. He prepared himself for Derek to scold him, or perhaps even hit him.
Derek looked down, collecting his thoughts before he spoke. "Look," he shook his head. "I don't care what my mother says, I'm going to explain everything to you, at least everything that I know. I don't want to leave you in the dark, besides, you're too smart for that."
"Damn straight." Stiles crossed his arms.
"One thing you should know about me though Stiles, is that I am a straight shooter." Derek leaned back.
Stiles looked at him, nodding. He expected nothing less from an Alpha such as him. Though Stiles almost remarked on how it seemed Derek wasn't exactly a straight shooter when it came to expressing his feelings.
"I suspect my family fed you the 'drawing chooses who it chooses' speech, but I already know you don't believe that, no one really does."
"Well, when you're faced with a one in a million chance and you, not the popular, pretty, wealthy, Omega, get chosen, you begin to question the system slightly." Stiles waved his beer.
Derek smirked. "My mother has worked hard to make the system what it is today, but no one is denying it has its faults. In an aim to be more progressive, my mother has had to make some sacrifices and has done things she regrets. You, however, are not one of those things."
"It is true that my mother selected your name specifically."
Stiles thought about singing I-knew-it at the top of his lungs, but resisted.
"But why?" Stiles asked, exasperated.
Derek swallowed. "That's where things get a little bit more complicated." He looked off to the side, crossing his arms further, clearly uncomfortable.
Stiles scooted his chair closer, leaning in. "Look," he dropped his voice low. "I get you're not much of a talker, but you're going to have to let me in, at least enough to where I understand what is going on and why I am here."
Derek simply looked at Stiles for a few moments, then nodded.
"Come with me." Derek stood, leading Stiles towards the balcony. He opened the sliding door and Stiles shut it behind himself. He watched as Derek headed towards the rails, causally leaning on the side, relaxed. He looked towards the night sky, the wind softly blowing his black hair, almost blended in with the black of the night, only illuminated by the bright moon.
"My mother has had to make some decisions for the good of the Sector, for the world."
"Like Laura being married to someone from another Sector?"
Derek nodded, not even surprised Stiles knew what he did. He continued to look at the sky, listening to the waves of the ocean.
"The stronger our pack gets, the stronger our Sector gets, the better my pack will be able to make the world. People look at us and see the wealth, they see the parties and the Alphas, but they don't see the purpose. We didn't grow to be who we are by chance, we did it through determination and sharp decisions. My pack. . . envisions a better future, one that takes sacrifices. Sometimes we just have to play the part."
Derek paused, looking down. "You asked for honesty."
"That's all I want." Stiles spoke softly.
Derek licked his lips. "I didn't go into the Mating Run to find a mate. I went in to find you."
Stiles froze. Him? Why?
"I won't lie to you in the fact that it started off as a political move. My mother believes that by being mated to an Omega who didn't come from wealth, perhaps we can enact change. My pack are strong advocates for Omega rights, that's why the Mating Run was created. Unfortunately it turned into tabloids and drama, but that was never the intention. . . even so, that's not the only reason I chose you."
"In the beginning, I was firmly against the whole thing. I was adamant I would not be forced to run, I didn't want to be forced to mate someone I didn't know, or be stuck in that situation for the rest of my life."
Stiles paled. He sounded just like himself. Could it be that all this time, there were Alphas who felt the same way Omegas did? Did they feel as trapped as they did?
"But I couldn't turn my back on my people. I couldn't continue to walk down the street at night and see those Omegas propped against a wall, selling themselves or collapsed on the sidewalk, high on who knows what." Derek made a face.
Stiles knew it was true. Omegas had to take up other means to get by. Stiles always told his father he would never get involved with drugs or prostitution, but he would be a liar if he said the thought never crossed his mind.
"Alphas are supposed to be leaders, those who care for Omegas, and here I was, sitting in a mansion having my shoes polished while Omegas were fighting for their lives, just for being Omegas.." He shook his head. "So I made a choice. I would run, but only if we did it my way. My mother's only condition was that it was an underrepresented Omega, I had several other conditions."
"Like what?" Stiles asked. He couldn't possibly think of what conditions would lead to him.
"I also wanted an underrepresented Omega, but I wanted one who. . . was unique. Passionate, one that wouldn't just bow down to me, or throw themselves at me. I wanted an equal. Believe it or not, those are hard to come by."
"An equal?" Stiles asked out of shock.
"That's how my family and myself see Omegas, as equals. I, in particular, have grown tired of these bullshit games. An already loved and well-off Omega is chosen to have their dream come true, to be mated to an Alpha who just wants to use them. . . I narrowed down my search by first finding someone who was born and raised here, someone who wasn't born into a wealthy family or had any special circumstances."
"Let me get this straight, you wanted an ordinary Omega to be chosen? Isn't that the polar opposite of what the Mating Run is?"
"Exactly. That's not how it was supposed to be, but that's how it is. The political side of things was the hope that we would bring the Mating Run back to its roots and improve from there. Give Omegas the chance to live as Alphas do, while revealing the gap between the two, in hopes to close it. In hopes of igniting a change."
"That's smart, I have to admit." Stiles shrugged.
"That wasn't all though." Derek took a swig of his beer, peering at the ocean.
"As I said, I had my own conditions. My sisters and mother searched for months for the perfect Omega, like I was speed dating or something." Derek snorted. "I went into my mother's office one day and found a stack of files on her desk. I sneered at them all, full of Omegas who were either too popular for their own good or desperate to drop on their knees at the sight of red eyes. I was about to walk out when I saw a file under a book, separate from the others. It was yours."
Derek nodded. "You were. . . perfect. Risky, but perfect and I. . . I knew that if I had to do this, it had to be you."
Stiles shook his head. "I still don't understand, why me? I get the political side of things, as you say, but there were plenty of Omegas with situations like mine."
Derek shook his head. "No, none quite like you. . . my mother knew Claudia."
"What?" Stiles' heart stopped beating.
Derek nodded. "I never got to meet her, unfortunately, but they were friends. They worked together for years, coming up with different ways to fight for Omega rights. When she died. . . my mother was distraught, wouldn't come out of her room for weeks. We learned later she was holed up in there, fighting for a new campaign." Derek smiled softly.
"My mother never knew you and your father were on the streets. Her and Claudia's relationship was very secretive, John didn't quite approve of what they were doing, or rather the means by which they were doing it. They had an argument and your father said he never wanted to speak to her again, and my mother respected his wishes, not knowing that you had lost everything. She stayed out of your life, following John's wishes. . . she hadn't seen you or heard anything about you until the day she saw your file."
Stiles didn't say anything, unsure of what to say.
Derek took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "I knew it had to be you, there was really no one else, not for me. My mother thought it was too risky, you were too much of a culture shock, but I was certain you would be the one." Derek smiled. "As soon as you came out swinging I was certain." He laughed, Stiles joining him.
"You were passionate, fiery, you didn't want to submit to anyone and. . . anyways I broke several rules after that."
"What do you mean?"
Derek smirked. "I followed you. I wasn't there the night of the party at the mansion, even that was too risky, besides I was forced to be at the party with the other Alphas running, but Boyd kept me updated. I wanted to meet you so bad, I almost came to the mansion that night, but I couldn't risk ruining this whole thing. Meeting you the night of the run seemed wrong in a way, but right in another." Derek shrugged. "When you got on the plane that day, I was there."
Derek laughed. "It's not like you have to sneak around when you control the whole air base."
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"I didn't ever see you though, I kept my distance, afraid I would do something stupid, but I caught your scent." Derek swallowed, suddenly looking nervous.
"That's when I knew."
"Knew what?" Stiles asked.
"Knew I wasn't going to bail." Derek smiled, locking eyes with Stiles.
"As much as I hate to admit it, that makes me feel better in a way, like I'm not crazy." Stiles shook his head.
"Why would you think you were crazy?" Derek asked.
"Because everyone around me, Omega, Beta, or Alpha, was telling me that I should be so excited, that I should be grateful for this opportunity. I guess it's comforting knowing that there are Alphas out there that feel the same, in a way."
"Not many unfortunately, but we are out there." Derek smiled.
"I'm glad it was you." Stiles said softly. It made Derek's heart swell.
"I am too. It almost wasn't." Derek growled lowly.
"What do you mean?"
"That other Alpha, Ennis, he almost claimed you. It would have ruined everything. Obviously people couldn't know anything, so I had to pretend that I was following other Omegas, that I hadn't come only for you. I couldn't follow your scent directly, if I had, I would have found you within minutes and people might have guessed something was up. I had to keep my distance. Ennis was following the scent of another girl, when he suddenly switched, catching yours."
"That's how I got out of there, you were the one who ran him off." Stiles realized.
"I was trying not to be irrational. I saw you lift that rock and I thought, this is it, I won't have to kill him, but then he caught you." Derek looked down. "I'm known for having excellent control, it's one of the reasons I am the Alpha I am, but. . . in that moment something snapped. I was about to attack when another Alpha whisked by, completely oblivious to me. He was going for a girl a few hundred yards from you, but he came too close to you and I snapped his leg. Ennis heard and the gig was up."
"I remember that growl, I'm not sure I'll ever forget it." It still sent shivers down his spine.
"He had what was mine," Derek growled again, menacing like before. "You were pinned down, you were hurt, he was hurting you."
"How did you get him to leave though?"
Derek looked away. "Alphas communicate a little differently. The tone and pitch of a growl can basically communicate for you, I basically said that I was going to kill him, and I sort of have a reputation."
"Of killing people?" Stiles raised his voice.
"Of keeping my promises." Derek said sternly.
"Oh. . ."
"He knew who I was. . . decided it wasn't worth his life I guess. . . I want you to know I tried not to hurt you, that was the last thing I wanted, but you just kept running and. . . Alphas like the chase, it was very conflicting." Derek looked almost ashamed of himself.
"Yeah, I distinctly remember you threatening to rip my throat out."
"You wouldn't stop squirming."
Stiles laughed, despite their conversation.
"I hope I didn't hurt you." Derek looked down.
"You didn't, you. . . kind of did the opposite." Stiles looked away, though he could feel Derek's gaze.
"Stiles I. . ." Derek took a step closer to Stiles, brushing their shoulders together. "I won't ever hurt you."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." Stiles said, looking at the ocean.
Stiles looked at Derek, holding his gaze.
"I guess this is it, huh?" Stiles asked, still holding his gaze.
"What do you mean?"
Stiles motioned around him. "It happened. I've been claimed. I'm with an Alpha now, my life will never be the same and this is it."
"I don't ever want you to feel trapped here. I want you to be able to do as you please." Derek said.
"So if I wanted to leave right now you would let me?" Stiles knew it was a stupid question, but that was the point. He knew the Alpha wanted him here, that was the whole point.
Derek's brows furrowed. "That would be very difficult for me."
Stiles nodded. "I know." And he did know. He knew that it would ruin everything the Hale pack was working towards and he also knew that it would hurt Derek's Alpha side. He knew that the Alpha would yearn for him and eventually hunt him down, the claim being too strong.
"The media would destroy you and quite honestly it would make things way worse for the both of us, defeating the entire point of this situation and changing the Mating Run forever, but if you wanted to, I suppose I couldn't stop you."
Stiles made a face. "Of course you could stop me. I'm surprised I'm not pinned up in your dungeon already."
Derek snorted. "Laura wasn't kidding, you really do think the worst of Alphas."
"Can you blame me?"
Derek frowned. "From what I've seen on paper, you've had a hard life and I'm sorry that some of that has been caused by Alphas, just. . ."
"What?" Stiles asked, after Derek never finished his sentence.
"You asked for honesty, can I ask something in return?"
"I suppose." Stiles shrugged.
"Trust. I know it will take time, all of this will, but I want this to work."
Stiles remained silent, thoughtful. "I appreciate what you are working towards, assuming it isn't all a lie. But I don't trust people easily Derek, especially not Alphas I just met."
"Then can I earn it?"
Stiles looked at Derek. The man was different than anyone he had ever met. Gorgeous, authoritative, yet respectful. He could have anything he wanted in the world, yet he wanted Stiles' trust. Yet he wanted Stiles.
"Okay, I'm willing to work with. . . whatever this is." Stiles motioned.
Derek smiled. A brilliant, beautiful smile that made Stiles' heart flutter.
"But you have to keep up with your promise. Honesty, which means using your words wolf-man."
Derek snorted. "My sisters tell me I'm not very good with feelings."
"You're not, you suck, but we'll work on that."
They both laughed, finishing off their beers. Stiles was. . . comfortable. He never imagined that he would be this close to an Alpha and not on edge. His anxiety was telling him to fear, that it was all a ruse and he would get stabbed in the back, but he was hopeful. Hopeful the Hale's really meant what they said, hopeful Derek did actually want him, political or otherwise. He hoped for the otherwise.
It pissed him off that he craved an Alpha, that he knew he would never really be fully happy without one. Like loving a woman, knowing you're supposed to be with them, but falling in love with a man, the person you really want to be with, the person you are made to be with.
Stiles shivered, the wind coursing through his hair, twirling it around.
"Let's get you inside," Derek spoke quietly, Stiles nodding in agreeance.
Once inside, the air turned a little more awkward, still heavy from their last conversation.
"So," Derek swallowed. "We'll probably be spending the next few days in the mansion, but I wanted to have a night for you to try and adjust and everything. . . I guess I can show you to your room."
"My room? Will I not be sleeping with you?"
Derek looked a little shocked and Stiles' face turned a bright shade of red. He had just assumed that the Alpha who claimed him would want to sleep with him, he had never heard of a pair sleeping in separate rooms after the run.
Derek cleared his throat. "I just figured you would be more comfortable-"
"Right, yes, yeah thanks." Stiles nodded and Derek began leading him to his room, down in a tucked away hallway.
It was simple, modern, yet still elegant. The room was painted a soft grey, the furniture a dark mahogany wood. The king size bed was covered in a large white bedspread, with a massive amount of fluffy looking pillows. Two white lamps sat on either side of the bed, on top of two nightstands.
There was a dresser opposite of the bed and a small desk on the right side of the room. Another door led to the closet and right outside of his room was the guest bathroom, complete with a large shower, a Jacuzzi, and double sinks.
"If you ever need anything, my room is right there." Derek pointed to the end of the hallway.
Stiles nodded. "Thanks."
They both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
"Well, I'm going to hop in the shower." Stiles spoke.
Derek nodded. "I'll see you in the morning. . . goodnight Stiles."
Stiles watched as Derek walked off, though not to his bedroom, before Stiles went to the bathroom.
He looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head. Removing his clothes, he gasped when he saw his injuries.
His arms and legs were covered in small cuts, where he got caught on limbs as he tore through bushes and trees. Shades of purple, green, and blue covered his torso, bruises shaped in whelps, most likely from his falls. He had a scrape across his cheek and could still feel the tightness in his shoulder from where the guards had thrown him down. There were a few injuries that stood out though, namely the five small bruises, right on his hip, from where Derek gripped him. His neck was absolutely destroyed, covered in red marks where Derek couldn't get enough of his scent.
Stiles' hair was disheveled and he was pretty sure there was even a leaf stuck in there.
Shaking his head, Stiles turned on the shower, stepping under the hot spray. The soap and shampoos were unscented, which Stiles found interesting but also was thankful for. Stiles hated smelling all artificial and he knew Alphas did too. Stiles wasn't surprised that Derek wanted him to smell like himself, or perhaps the both of them together.
Stiles took his time, relaxing under the warm spray, washing thoroughly. His face reddened when he washed over his hole, still ever so slightly sensitive. Stiles' mind went back to just a few hours ago, how full he was, how warm he was.
Stiles hummed, hand grazing over his member. Immediately he stopped, embarrassed. Derek was probably listening to him and Stiles refused to wack one out on their first night together.
He turned off the water quickly, wrapping himself in a fluffy black towel, patting himself down quickly. Suddenly he was in a hurry to get to the guest room.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he stepped out of the bathroom, releasing the steam in a large cloud. He quickly went to the guest room, shutting the door and then cringing.
He didn't have any clothes. Hopeful, he opened a drawer, happy to find it fully stocked. He grabbed a large sweatshirt and sweatpants, surprised when they smelled new. He almost felt like Derek would give him his clothes to mark him. That was typical Alpha behavior.
Stiles snuggled up in the clothes, then headed back to the bathroom, trying to be quiet in case Derek was asleep. Opening up a drawer, he found a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste. Stiles smiled to himself, Derek really was prepared.
He brushed his teeth, then stuck the toothbrush in the little holder that was sitting on the counter. He looked in the mirror again. He looked a little better, cleaner at least. His hair was a wet floppy mess and his neck was still just as red, no matter which way he tilted it.
He ran his fingers over it, shivering at the touch, when he heard a growl from the doorway.
He snapped his eyes over to meet Derek's glowing ones.
"Did I hurt you?" Derek asked, eyes still glowing.
"No, I'm fine." Stiles said, making sure to suddenly pull his sleeves down, not wanting to reveal the bruises. Of course, the majority was not from Derek and the things that were Stiles didn't mind.
Fuck werewolf hearing.
Derek took a step closer, standing right in front of Stiles. "Let me see."
Stiles sighed, knowing there was no way out of this.
Looking away, Stiles slowly raised his sweatshirt, revealing his hip, covered in fingertip sized bruises.
Derek growled low again, eyes flashing. He gently cupped Stiles' face, turning it, further exposing his neck and revealing the markings there.
Derek didn't look upset though he looked. . . satisfied.
"I told you it was fine." Stiles said quietly. "I don't mind."
Derek growled low, leaning closer. He ran his hand downwards, settling over the markings, pressing gently, making Stiles hiss.
Derek hummed, leaning even closer until his face rested in between Stiles' neck and shoulder. He stayed there for a moment, breathing in his scent, until he slowly placed his hands on Stiles' hips.
"Okay?" He asked quietly.
Stiles nodded frantically. This was okay.
Derek slowly nosed upwards, toward Stiles' hairline, scenting him there. Stiles nervously placed a hand on Derek's bicep, holding him there.
The one hand remained on Stiles' hip, the other moved up his abdomen slowly, until it rested on his neck, tilting it further. Stiles jumped slightly when he felt Derek's teeth ever so slightly graze his neck, then sighed when he felt his tongue follow the marks.
"Mhm," Derek said, satisfied. He stepped back slowly, only keeping the one hand on Stiles' hip.
"You didn't smell like me anymore."
"Sorry." Stiles said quietly.
"You will soon, I won't have to do that anymore."
"Oh." Stiles said.
"Goodnight, Stiles." With that, Derek was gone, retired to his bedroom.
Stiles went to the guest bedroom, turning off the light and flopping down on the bed. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it was just after 1:00am. He huffed, flopping over onto his side.
He felt a pang in his chest. Derek said he wouldn't do that anymore. Stiles' eye brimmed with tears. He was so fucking confused and his Omega hormones didn't help.
He said it was just political. That he just did it for Omega rights and Stiles was thankful, but. . . he wanted Derek to want him for him. He wanted to smell like Derek, not just to show others that he was claimed, but because he wanted to smell Derek on himself. He wanted to sleep in the same bed as Derek. He wanted. . . he wanted Derek.
Angrily, Stiles swiped at a tear, rolling over to the other side.
He was angry. Angry that he felt this way. Angry that Derek was respecting his wishes, or what he thought was his wishes. What used to be his wishes.
He should be thankful. Derek was giving him space, being respectful, being truthful, being so un-Alpha while still being an Alpha. He had boundaries and gave Stiles the truth and Stiles wanted more. Fuck. Why did he want more? He went from dreading this moment, to wanting more.
Maybe it was the bond. Maybe his hormones were still going crazy. He wasn't sure, but he couldn't deny the feeling of disappointment settling in his chest.
He wanted more.