Chapitre 1: Chapter 1: Bite Marks
Peter Hale was a crazy bastard, but Stiles didn't hate him until after he was already dead. He didn't really have time to. The second it happened, he wanted to stop and curse Peter Hale with everything in him, but he had to make sure Lydia was okay. And he had to make sure Scott didn't do something stupid. So, he did what he usually did with his personal problems and ignored it.
After he and Jackson set Peter on fire (again), he knew the bite wasn't going to kill him. He knew because he felt his eyes flash in response to Derek's new Alpha eyes. He didn't think anyone else saw it though, so it wasn't really happening. He had some time to figure it out before the full moon. Plenty of time. All he had to do was keep Scott from finding out before then. Should be easy. Scott was oblivious. Unfortunately, the new Alpha was not.
The second Stiles got home from their epic showdown with Peter, he collapsed in bed. He woke up two hours later to a pair of red eyes staring at him from his window. His eyes flashed again. He knew they were blue, not gold. Derek tilted his head.
"What happened, Stiles?" Derek asked.
"What do you think happened?" Stiles snapped back, turning on his desk lamp.
Derek was unimpressed. "Stiles." He raised an eyebrow.
"Your uncle bit me when he kidnapped me to help him find you. Against my will, if that part wasn't clear. It wasn't just that he didn't ask for permission. He asked me and then ignored my answer." Stiles glared at him.
"Your eyes are blue."
"I know that, dude." Stiles fell back on his bed. "And before you get any more pissy, I know what it means too. Don't think I didn't do research on pack dynamics back when Scott got bit."
"You've known the whole time?" There was something odd in the tone of Derek's voice.
"It was part of the reason I was so convinced you were the one killing people when this whole mess started," Stiles muttered, slapping a pillow over his face. "Sorry about that, by the way."
"Then you know what it means to be an omega too." Stiles pulled the pillow away to see Derek staring down at him, hovering at the side of the bed. "You need a pack. You and Scott both."
Stiles frowned. "Not gonna say you're wrong, 'cause I know you're not, but why the hell would you want me in your pack? Scott, I get. But me? Not only do I have eyes that mark me as a murderer, but I'm also ADHD and I'm pretty sure being a werewolf isn't gonna change the fact that I'm clumsy as hell."
"You need a pack," Derek said again, though it was more of a growl.
"Yeah, and I'll find one." Stiles shrugged. "Or I'll make sure I'm not a threat to anybody if I can't. You have nothing to worry about, Sourwolf. I won't be a threat to you and your new pack. So, if that's what you're worried about, it's fine. This part of your uncle's craziness isn't gonna cause any more problems. Go offer Scott his place in your pack."
"Your eyes are going to make it hard to find a pack."
"I know that."
"Stiles." His eyes flashed red. "I'm offering you a pack."
Stiles' eyebrows scrunched together. "Why?" Derek didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows expectantly. "No seriously, why? Once Scott knows what these," Stiles flashed his eyes again (on purpose this time, which he was just a little proud of), "mean, he's not gonna want anything to do with me. If I'm in your pack, Scott won't be."
"You need a pack," Derek repeated. Stiles glared at him in disbelief.
"You really want me in your pack? Prove it," Stiles growled. He got to his feet. Then, after making sure that he had Derek's attention, he tilted his neck and forced his eyes to the ground, submitting to the Alpha. Calling his bluff. It was a bit shocking to feel Derek's hand on his neck, accepting him. He felt the tug of something in his gut that he thought must be the pack bond snapping into place. He looked up at Derek with wide eyes. The Alpha had a smug look on his face. Stiles opened his mouth, but, for once, he had no words.
"Get some sleep, Stiles," Derek muttered. He was out the window before Stiles had gathered himself enough to respond.
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