Just Tell Me The Truth

Chapter Five

Derek's POV

I'm sitting in a tree near the edge of the property line trying to catch my breath and focus on something other than Stiles' heartbeat all the way at the cabin. His words in the yard had sent me running for the woods as my wolf growled, fighting to escape. Does he mean he likes when I slam him up against walls or does he mean he likes it when all of us wolves toss him around? I can't go back around them all while my wolf is swimming in jealousy and lust at his words. First him calling me- yeah that, then him saying- yeah that. My wolf won't be able to last three months. Maybe bringing Stiles along wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you going to hide up there all day?" I look down to see Peter smirking at me.

I growl and jump down in front of him. "What do you want now?"

Peter chuckles out, "Nothing, my daughter and I were enjoying a nice stroll when I smelt our Alpha being creepy in a tree."

Giving him my best glare I grit out, "I wasn't being creepy or hiding by the way."

He hums. "Mmhm, sure you weren't."

I growl in frustration and punch the tree I had jumped from. My wolf is raging to be let out so he can run back to Stiles but I fight to keep him down. I notice Peter giving me a real concerned expression and I sigh while running my hands down my face. He moves closer and before I can ask him anything I'm being pulled into a tight hug. I stand there in shock, my hands sticking to my side, not knowing what to do with them. After a few awkward seconds I swallow my pride and hug my uncle back with force. He sighs into me and I feel a weight being lifted from the contact of another wolf, one of my packmates.

Peter pulls back slowly and lets me go while placing one hand on my shoulder. "You need to tell him how you feel."

I go to deny it but he stops me. "I've seen this before. Your wolf is trying to tell you that you and Stiles are meant to be together. You used to listen to the stories Talia would tell you children about mates and things, well Stiles is indeed one of those mates. I wouldn't pass up on this opportunity Derek, you'll only hurt yourself and Stiles in the process."

My face doesn't take long to contort into shock at his words. "There's no way Stiles is my mate, Peter."

He sighs and looks back towards the cabin then to me again. "Your wolf is constantly wanting to be around him and his voice can either calm you or make your heart race. His touch can either bring you back from the edge or send you into a frenzy. It's like he's always fifty/fifty with you and you always try to figure out why. You seen those bruises on him earlier and wanted so badly to rip the guys' heads off for hurting him. Any little comments that he makes that are usual Stiles banter of inappropriateness makes you want to do more than slam him against a wall."

I stare at him with an opened mouth while slowly nodding. "How-"

He chuckles at me now, amused. "Because my dear nephew, I once had a mate as well, my late wife. I know the signs and I do believe that you fighting them will not only cause harm to both you and your wolf, but also to Stiles. I have no doubt that even though he's human, he can feel the bond you two share just as much as you, if not more."

I groan and pull at my hair. "How should I tell him?"

Peter gives me a perplexed look before walking away while saying, "Don't ask me, I'm not a romantic, Derek."

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Walking into the house I get a strong whiff of Vanilla and axe body wash, I know immediately that it's Stiles fresh out of the shower. His usual scent of Vanilla mixing with his favorite 'manly' shampoo. I look over to see him in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. I internally groan at the sight of his porcelain skin littered with bruises. Is he trying to kill me? I instantly feel my wolf at the surface but push it down with promises that I'll eventually tell the human, but not right now. I slowly walk into the kitchen and open the fridge, ignoring Stiles' screech of surprise at me being next to him.

"You know you're getting almost as creepy as your uncle, walking around all sneakily," Stiles breaths out making me growl at the comparison.

"I'm nothing like Peter," I huff out which makes him chuckle next to me.

He walks back out of the kitchen. "Yeah, you have way more muscles than he does."

The fridge handle whines in protest as my hand breaks it off the door. I stare at the dethatched handle in my hand with shock. Stiles is going to be the death of me. Placing the handle on the counter I look up to see Lydia giving me a small smirk. Oh no, the red head is the smart one of the pack, she definitely already knows. Well, no point in hiding it from her now I guess.

I sigh while looking into her eyes. "Yes."

She squeals with joy and walks over to me, pulling me into a brief hug. "Then let me help you, because you seem to be struggling over here."

I can't help but chuckle. "How has anyone ever managed to deal with him as more than friends?"

Lydia sends me a playful glare. "He's not a very bad kisser, so there's that."

I growl lowly but then stop once I realize she was trying to provoke me. "Really Lydia? Why?"

She laughs while flipping her hair and walking into the living room while saying lowly, "Just wanted to see how badly he's got you hooked."

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It didn't take long for Lydia to blab the secret to Kira, who then accidentally let it slip to Isaac, in which Isaac told Jackson while they were training. Now the only ones clueless were Scott and Stiles, it would also be Malia but Peter of course told her the first day he suspected it. My hands clench at my side repeatedly as I listen to the pups argue back and forth over who gets to tell Scott. I grit my teeth together as Jackson mentions placing bets on us Alphas.

"I'm not fighting Scott," I grit out.

Jackson then turns to me with a small smile. "Even if he forbids you from being with Stiles?"

I can't help the growl that leaves my throat as I glare at him. "Stiles is his own person, he can make his own decisions."

Jackson laughs and looks at Isaac with a smirk. "There goes you and Stiles sleeping together tonight like you have been. I'd move those beds apart if I were you buddy."

My wolf slowly surfaces as I feel myself running up the stairs, throwing their door open, my eyes land on their twin sized beds pushed together to make a queen sized bed. I feel my claws extending and I know that my eyes are blazing red without even checking. So, they've been sleeping together. With my strength I push the beds a part, making them go to opposite ends of the room. I then turn to see the group of teens staring at me with wide eyes.

"No one is allowed to touch him, understand?" I growl out, knowing my wolf is there speaking for me.

They all nod, my alpha tone making it nearly impossible for them to disobey. "Yes sir."

I glare at them after my wolf has calmed down and I push past them to get downstairs, groaning as Isaacs fear hits my nostrils. I don't want them to be scared of me, but I need to make it clear to them that while Stiles doesn't know about us yet I'm dangerous. Until he knows about us I can't risk seeing someone all over him or smelling another wolf on him, the thought alone is already making me itch.