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Scott paced along the side of the coffee table, mentally going over the conversation in his head. He pulled at his hair, trying to concentrate on the feeling of his pant leg dragging against the wood and not the growing panic swelling in his chest.
"Scott?"
Scott jerked, slamming his knee against the edge of the table. "Jesus Scott, what're you even doing here?"
He looked up at Derek, wincing before straightening. "I need to talk to you about something... important."
Derek hesitated before noddimg, gesturing to the couch. Scott dropped heavily into it, groaning loudly.
Pursing his lips he rolled his head on his shoulders. "Are mates... real?"
Derek looked up from his mail, raising a single brow. "Are asking me this cause you and Allison broke up?!"
Scott jerked. "What! No! No, no, no, no, no. I just, wanted to know if they existed."
Derek shrugged, "They're rare, very rare. But they exist. Not to raise your hopes, but being a true alpha, you probably have one."
Scott nodded, scratching his jaw as he struggled to word his next question. "What does it feel like. How do you know the difference between a mate and someone you fell inlove with. How can you tell?"
Again, Derek shrugged. "I wouldn't know. But I read in a book that you just know. Your wolf will try to drag you towards them until you finally mate. That they calm your wolf simply by touch or smell. They can make you feel emotions in such extremes that it makes others uncomfortable. My mother told me, that a wolf's mate, is the only person that the wolf will submit to."
Scot was quiet, before nodding sharply. He jumped up, fist clenched in determimation. "Derek, I've found my mate, and I'm going to tell them." He gathered his jacket and book bag, straightening himself.
I'm going to tell him he's my mate. Then, I- I'm gonna kiss him. He might not feel the bond I feel, but I'm certain he'll love me back.
Almost like a switch, Scott froze, shoulder dropping as his bag slipped from his hand.
"Scott, you okay?"
Scott dropped back onto the couch, dropping his head in his hands. "My mate is human. So that means they can't feel the bond and probably don't feel the same way."
Derek patted his shoulder. "Why're you being so vague? Who's your mate?"
Scott scrubbed at his face, groaning before looking Derek in the eye. "I'm mated to Stiles."