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When Derek opened the door that was definitely not what he expected, or who he expected. Stiles was shaking, his pale skin buzzing with power. The boy smelled different, like...
"Alpha", Derek growled and took a step back. "I don't know how that happened, Derek. I don't remember anything. But I can't stay in Scott's pack like this. I have nowhere else to go. Isaac send me here." Stiles took a deep breath. "But it is perfectly reasonable if you don't want me here. I'll just, y'know, go now. This was a stupid idea anyway. Was nice seeing you and, well, smelling you. You smell like- I'm going now."
Stiles turned around, his figure hunched over. "Stiles! Wait. I could need an Alpha. Any you could need a pack." He opened the door wider and prayed that he wouldn't regret his decision.
Letting a newly turned werewolf and Alpha inside his house wasn't the smartest decision he ever made, that's for sure.
Stiles stepped through the door. "Thank you, Derek. When I turned up on Scott's doorstep he growled at me. It was his instinct, but it still hurt, y'know? And I just couldn't go back to my dad, not like this." Derek sighed and took the boy's scent in. He smelled lonely and bitter and a lot like Derek's old scent, that one before he learned to forgive himself...
"This won't be easy. I will try to submit to you. Full moons will be hard for both of us." Stiles nodded. "And I won't go back to Beacon Hills, Stiles. You need to know that you will have to go back alone", Derek continued and looked at Stiles. The alpha stood unmoving and didn't avoid eye contact when he said:"I won't go back for a very long time."
Oh, what did you do, Stiles?, Derek thought. "But thank you", Stiles said sincere and hugged Derek, who tensed right away.
"Don't leave me hanging, please, Derek. You're all I've got now. We're pack." The beta wrapped his arms around his new alpha. "Thank you", Stiles sighed and held on tighter. His scent changed and got a bit happier. He smelled like home, like pack.
"I missed you." Derek squeezed Stiles quently. "I missed you, too." If it weren't for his werewolf hearing Stiles would have missed it.
"Seems like you are stuck with me now", he joked, but Derek didn't buy his humor. It was more like a defense reflex, he realised.
"Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep."
Derek had a spare bedroom in case Isaac wanted to drop by. The house was small, but the beta hadn't wanted a big house with a lot of free space. It would have reminded him too much of the old Hale house. But he had a kitchen, a living room and the spare bedroom with bathroom downstairs and his bed- and bathroom were upstairs.
"It's not much. I didn't expect company", Derek said and opened the door to Stiles' new bedroom. "It's perfect." Stiles inhaled the scent. "It smells like you, though not so strong. It smells like ... home", the boy sighed and turned around to Derek, who was standing behind him. "I can't even express how grateful I am for this."
"Just try not to screw up too bad on your first full moon", Derek grunted.
Yeah, Stiles got that.