A growl came from your throat as you walked into Derek's loft, and although he was supposed to be missing, there was still a Hale in the front room. It however was not the one that you were praying to see, it was the eldest one to this day, the one whom had bitten you in the preserve.
Peter Hale, the original alpha that had escalated and began the supernatural in your regular, teenage life. He was the real father of Malia Tate, that was what you, Allison and Lydia had discovered, and the poor girl had yet to know of that fact. When it was revealed, it was no doubt that she would be confused, conflicted by the idea that she was the daughter of a murderer, a monster.
"Hello to you too." Came Peter's greeting, as in tune with his sarcastic tone as ever. He was walking around the space, trying to catch a scent of his nephew, and whoever had taken him. "I assume that you are looking for Derek, well trust me, he is not here."
"Trusting you is the last thing in my books." You remarked, walking into the bland apartment, towards the man who had changed your life forever. "And I know that, I just came here to see if I could discover any clues, but instead you're here, which provides me with another disappointment."
"Turning you never resulted in a disappointment for me, you know?" Peter began plodding around the space before your eyes, an intent unknown stuck in his untrustworthy eyes. He had proven his loyalty on more than one occasion, or there lack of. The past alpha would slip away unscathed from any danger, and only when he thus was gaining from the situation, by being able to grant himself power or protect his own life, he would help.
The man was as selfish as the kind came, his own preservation was his most important priority, the vault that the Benefactor had broken into was almost aligned with it, seeing as it was his fortune that could roll into any back up plan that he had. He was running off his thoughts, with both his actions and words. It frustrated you, he never seemed to drag out the past, it made you unable to trust him.
It was as though he couldn't move past the past itself, he was still captured within the flames, the smoke clouding his mind and others felt the onslaught of deprived air too, some people like Derek trusting him yet again. It wasn't a coincidence that his nephew was gone, at least Stiles had informed you that it wasn't.
"I don't care." Was your reply, your arms crossed over your chest as you came to a stand to against the senior werewolf. "I'm not your beta, I never was." Nothing changed after discovering that he was a father, not just to anyone but Malia, your newfound friend. He could never win good father over you, whether his false pretences were believable or not.
"I'll have you realise that I'm apart of you (Y/N)." A smirk covered half of his face, earning himself a grunt and a growl from you. "That night," he stepped closer, brushing your hair with the gentlest touch he could muster, "the one where I bit you, I not only wanted another teenage beta, I wanted a mate. A female that could help me fulfil my animal urges, someone who could please me to the ends of the earth. You're transition was for more than one purpose, you should be proud of that."
"Or I could feel sick to my stomach that you're not only a murderer, but the father of one of my friends, should I add perv to that list? I mean right now, I feel like it fits incredibly well." Slapping his hand away and sporting a frown, Peter sighed at your expression and action. He had to have bitten a stubborn one, admittedly he enjoyed a challenge but he had yet to discover if biting you had been worth it.
"Call me intrigued, that's all, I'd never dare to take any dominance over you if you resented that idea. But do not forget, I was your alpha, and I will always be your alpha." His words slipped from his tongue like golden syrup, if you didn't know him or of his past actions, it was possible that you'd have been willingly drooling at his feet.
