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He couldn't breathe
The contractions were getting stronger with every step.
He had to keep running.
Panting, the little fox ran through the bushes, not wasting time to look back at the furious beast chasing him through the preserve.
He had to keep running.
For not only his life depended on him right now, the life of his pups was at risk. That thought alone was enough to give him a little strength to run faster, to increase the distance between the werewolf and himself and even if it was only a little, Stiles counted that as a small victory.
But not for long.
The pain from the contractions was getting stronger and he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep running for much longer. Whining, Stiles prayed that someone from the pack had already noticed his absence, prayed that they were looking for him at this moment.
He only wanted a little bit of freedom.
He loved his pack, he really did; however, ever since they found out that he was carrying their Alpha’s pups they had become a little over-protective. He didn't mind it at first, he thought that it was sweet of them to care so much for him and his pups; he loved the attention and the puppy piles at pack meetings. All of them fighting to win the space next to Stiles. Derek a constant presence on his other side, arm around Stiles waist and lips on his neck.
He was so stupid.
As he kept getting heavier with pups, his pack mate’s over-protectiveness grew, it was at the point that they keep following him everywhere. Yesterday, Jackson followed him to the bathroom and wouldn't let him take a piss by himself.
No, just, NO.
They were suffocating him with all the attention he was getting; he only wanted a little time by himself. So the next day, he waited for midnight to sneak out of his and Derek’s bed as quietly and slowly as he could. Untangling himself from Derek’s arms was easier said than done, but he did it. He put a large pillow that smelled like him bellow Derek’s arm and stepped out of the room.
He descended the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake any of the wolves.
Once he reached the floor, he took off all of his clothes and put them in the laundry room where there was a back door. Not wanting to make too much noise opening the door, Stiles Shifted into a red fox and used the little doggy door that Derek installed for him only since the others were too big to use it.
Once he was outside Stiles ran to the forest behind the Hale house, he only wanted to stretch his legs and enjoy a little time by himself.
He wasn't counting on the rabbit.
As soon as the rabbit’s smell reached his nose, his instincts took over and he gave chase to his prey. The rabbit was fast, but Stiles was faster.
Soon, he had reached a clearing where there was nothing to slow him down. He pounced on the rabbit, snapping his neck in a second. Once the chase was over, Stiles looked around and noticed that he was quite far from the house. Not wanting to worry Derek, he decided to leave the rabbit and head home since he wasn't hungry. The pack always makes sure that Stiles has food available 24/7.
As he turned around to head home, he saw a pair of red eyes looking at him through the bushes. Thinking that maybe Derek had followed him, Stiles yipped playfully and ran toward him. Only to stop mid-step as the figure in the bushes stepped out.
The wolf was huge. His reddish fur and his big, sharp fangs gave him a very frightening look. Stiles was paralyzed. He watched as the wolf scented the air, making him growl deeper in his throat.
He could definitely smell another Alpha on Stiles.
As soon as he heard the wolf, he snapped out of his trance, letting his prey instinct take over and running as fast as he could away from the Alpha.
In the opposite direction of his pack...
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