The Alpha and his not so much emissary

She is pack

That's kinda a long chapter :)

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Stiles pov:

Making my way downstairs, I stretched my body feeling finally relaxed after having a good 10 hours of sleep. I walked past through the dead-looking bodies sleeping on the couches and went to the kitchen, getting out some eggs and bacon to start making breakfast. After a couple of minutes, a variety of footsteps walked through the kitchen probably after smelling the food.

"Dude I'm starving," Scott said grabbing his plate and sitting down.

"Morning" Following his actions Jackson took his plate and sat next to him. 

"Goodmorning to everyone" I said smiling at them.    
Moments like this literally warm my heart seeing all of us together. We look like a really big dysfunctional family.

"Derek?" Isaac questioned.

"He is still sleeping" I replied thinking about the way he tried to seduce me in all ways to stay with him in bed all day.

"Are we gonna wait for him?" Lydia asked

"Hell Nah! I'm starving" I grinned and took a sip of my orange juice.

"Oh thank God" Scott commented and once I took a bite everyone dug in like starving wolves.

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As we were halfway through our breakfast Derek finally made his appearance.

"Goodmorning" he rumbled not wanting to sound happy which I know his marshmallow self so well and I bet his heart melts at the sight of all of us being here and then kissed my cheek making my ears feel hot and sat next to me. We all waited for him to finish his plate while chatting and arguing about pack stuff.

"Everyone out in 30' for training" Derek kinda demanded. Immediately they started complaining

"Out in 20' now go" he finished off with his famous hale glare. Everyone just looked at me -like what am I supposed to do give him a 1-week of free sex so I can get him to let them have the day off?- I mean that doesn't sound bad but still.

"Training is fun though" I said trying to sound encouraging but failing at it.

We all put our plates in the sink and Derek started to wash his.

"It's fine I'll do them" I insisted

"Thnaks" he said and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck softly.

"For cleaning your plate" I questioned.

"No for being so good to me" he whispered.

"Who would've thought that the big bad wolf would be such a sappy sometimes"

"M'not" he mumbled against my neck.

"Yeah whatever" I smirked, turning around to caption his lips in a small but passionate kiss.
The kiss started to get more heated, wrapping my arms around his neck he smoothly let his hands travel under my shirt, touching my body slowly making me shiver from his touch. I tug at his hair and brought our bodies closer. Wanting to feel more of him I roll my hips forward -I'm blaming my teenager hormones for this-  making both of us gasp. "Stiles" "hmm" I moaned. His fingers found the waistband of my boxers, teasingly he goes down, and then he comes back and pulls it making me arch my back.

"Stiles have you Seen -OH MY Gawd" Scott yelled and covered his eyes. The cockblock Jesus man

"Bad timing Scott" I said while trying to fix my clothes and hair. Derek the asshole just stood there laughing on the inside.