Just Tell Me The Truth

Chapter Seven

Derek's POV

I wake up and stretch out in my bed, feeling slightly lonely without Stiles here with me. No stop that Derek, bad Derek. It's only week two of the trip and I've already let it out to the whole pack how I feel towards the boy and it's caused some issues. Scott nearly beat my ass when I admitted the truth to him, but after a solid ten minutes of fighting we both agreed that we would discuss things like civilized men. He had told me he just didn't want to see Stiles get hurt more than he already has been but I quickly informed him about us being mates and that seemed to have helped him some. We both agreed that we'd watch out for him and Scott gladly accepted to help me stay away from Stiles in that way, at least until he was eighteen. I really didn't want to seem like Kate, taking advantage of a minor, even though deep down I know the real reason is that I'm just scared of Stiles rejecting me. If he was to turn me down then it would hurt me and my wolf, I'm not sure how badly because no ones really heard of wolves getting rejected.

Getting to my feet, I struggle to find my shirt so I just settle on wearing my grey sweatpants outside of the room. As I make my way down the hall I quickly realize Scott and Kira are the only ones awake and their both in their room, heavily making out. I roll my eyes at Scott's teenage hormones and make my way to the staircase. Passing by Stiles' room I sniff and notice that his scent is barely there, it's mainly Isaac that I smell though. I turn the knob slowly and peak into the room only to find their beds pressed together. I see Stiles laying across Isaacs chest, his whole body exposed as he's only covered with boxers and bruises. I see Isaac only sporting sweatpants with his arms are wrapped around Stiles. My Stiles. My wolf quickly surfaces as I feel a growl rip through my body. I start marching over to them but I'm grabbed and pulled into the hallway. The door is quietly pulled closed and I turn to glare at none other than Scott.

"Knock it off, Derek!" Scott flashes his Alpha eyes at me, causing me to flash mine back.

"He's mine!" I feel another growl rip through me as Scott braces his arms on my biceps.

"Derek, he's yours," Scott reassures me. "But him and Isaac both get nightmares after everything they've been through. That's all that is going on in there, I promise."

I feel myself whine softly at the new information and Scott slowly lets me go. "They've both been having nightmares?"

Scott nods then looks back at the door. "So have I. Losing Alis-"

He stops but then continues, "Everything that happened- it's still affecting us and this is their way of coping. So, please try to fight whatever urge it is you have and try to understand that, unless you're going to step up and be there for him at nights, Isaac is only trying to help them both."

My heart stills at his words but I know he's right so I nod. "Okay. Just, try not to let everyone touch on him so much. And thank you."

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An hour later I find myself outside with Scott and Jackson, training with our shirts off and sweat dripping down each of us. My vision becomes slightly blurry and I grab at the grass under me causing both of them to grab at me with concerned faces.

Scott huffs out, "What's wrong, Derek?"

I shake my head and slowly stand back up. "Well, um to tell you the truth, my wolf is not 100% today because I've not been around Stiles enough."

Jackson chuckles out, "Well, then let's all go swimming. Stiles will go along because he's been complaining about us not going to the lake yet."

I give Scott pleading eyes and he sighs. "Fine, but just so you know, Stiles will most likely swim shirtless now that we all know about his bruises."

I growl lowly but walk towards the house anyways. We all three walk past a very shocked looking Stiles and Isaac as they lay on the couch, each one has their legs entwined with the others, their feet near each others heads. I breath through my mouth to keep from breathing in their mixed scents, hoping Scott pushes me towards the stairs and away from the nearly drooling teen on the couch. With one growl escaping my lips Scott shoves me and I send him a thankful glare while heading up to my room. As I get on my swim trunks I can hear their conversations from downstairs.

"Is there a reason Derek looked like he wanted to rip my head off?" Stiles chuckles out nervously.

"When does Derek not want to rip your head off?" I hear Jackson ask him with sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"I think it was more directed towards me than you," Isaac stated the obvious, but hearing his voice right now bothers me, but I know it's only because he's been so close to Stiles lately.

Honestly, he's my very first beta, he's like my son. I love the kid with all my heart, but seeing him being so close to Stiles makes me want to rip him apart, which is really scary to think about. I hear shuffling around downstairs then some doors closing upstairs. I can hear Stiles and Isaac's heartbeats close, telling me their in their room. I shouldn't listen to them but I can't help myself, I'm worried deep down that Stiles might like Isaac.

"So can I ask you a serious question?" I hear Stiles' voice rip through the silence.

Isaac takes a moment but then responds, "Sure."

Stiles sighs and I hear the bed creak. "Do you think Derek hates me? I mean, he treats me like I'm part of the pack but then he's growling at me or slamming me into a wall. I just wish I knew how the dude felt about me, you know."

I can hear Isaac's heart rate tick up. "Well, to be honest Stiles-"

I growl lowly so he can hear me, making him stutter then fix himself, "I think you should just ask him yourself, but I don't think he does. You're pack man, always have been and always will be."

With that I hear the door click shut and then footsteps receding to the staircase. I can still hear Stiles' faint heartbeat in the distance, he's still in the room. I then hear him shuffling through his drawers and I smile to myself as I hear him humming to himself quietly.

I then hear him sigh and whisper to himself, "How do you really feel about me, sourwolf? I know I'm just the spastic teen of the group, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be more. Heck, I'm training more, both physically and as a spark to be better for the pack."

I hear him heave out a sigh. "And now I'm talking to myself. Great."

My heart clenches as I hear him shuffle out of the room. I fight against myself to run to him and hold him, I can't do any of that. Even if Stiles feels that way for me, he's illegal, definitely can't go mating with Sheriff's son. You can do this Derek, just one more month, I motivate myself.