From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Nine

Eight months after leaving the asylum and coming home, Stiles has taken up the mantle of alpha heir and he thrives in the role. Peter has never been prouder. They now have a pack within the pack and yet it's all one pack still. Confusing to outsiders but not to them.

Stiles now knows what type of Kitsune he is thanks to Kira and her mother's journals. With her help he's been working on his abilities more and the day he fully embraced his fox without fear, he gained a fourth tail. It's unheard of for such a young kit but that just makes him all the more amazing.

Every single day Stiles makes sure to scent all of his siblings. He checks in with his dad about his duties and the wellbeing of their pack. He seeks out his mother and nuzzles her stomach to get as close to scenting his newest sibling as possible. It should be any day now.

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Eight months and one week after leaving the asylum a huge storm blows through leaving them without power and without road access. Normally this wouldn't be a huge issue because they have back up lights and plenty of food, but tonight it is very bad.

"Peter?!" Claudia cries out groaning.

Stiles is the one closest and races in. "Matka?" he inquires and hurries over. It's then he smells the blood. His instincts kick in as his dad comes running. "Can we get the deliverer here?"

"There's no time," Peter growls at his son and Stiles ignores the claws digging into his wrist when the alpha pries his hand away from the alpha mate.

Claudia notices it but Stiles gives her a look and she doesn't say a word. The Alpha Heir straightens his shoulders, and she watches with pride through her pain.

"Cora! Malia! Amelia! Vira!" the younger spark shouts.

All four women come running and their eyes fall on Stiles for direction and not Peter which isn't entirely surprising. "I need towels, hot water but not boiling."

Vira and Amelia hurry to get the items.

Stiles looks at his sisters. "I need you to keep the pups away and have Jackson and Theo get a movie in."

Claudia cries out and Stiles whips his head around. "Dad!" he snarls and Peter snarls back. "Back off dad! You're hurting her!"

Peter's eyes widen when Claudia whimpers and he pulls away as if burned. "I-I'm-I'm sorry I-" he cuts off looking at his son. He can smell blood but can't see it. "Did I hur-"

"Focus Alpha!" the younger spark growls in warning. "Start pain draining but not too much or she won't know when to push."

Within minutes Peter can hear the pups in the den watching a movie while the girls rush in with hot water and towels. The calm assuredness Stiles exudes, and the determined set of his shoulders fills Peter with relief as black lines travel slowly up his wrists.

The blankets are thrown back and Stiles smiles reassuringly at his mother. "Breathe Matka. Jesteś silny. Miałeś już nas ośmiu. Więc przejdźmy przez to i sprowadźmy dziecko numer dziewięć na ten świat."

Claudia tears up and nods, taking a deep breath. Peter squeezes her hand and stops trying to force his crimson eyes into submission.

"All right Matka. Get ready to push. I see the head."

Peter growls and then rumbles soothingly to his mate. "I've got you, love. We've got you. Such a good mama to my pups. My beautiful mate. My Claudia."

Stiles smiles at the words and then gives mother a nod. "Get ready to push in 3...2...1..."

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A loud shriek is heard through the pack house as little baby Felix greets the world. Stiles wills his spark to check his baby brother-his baby brother-over and then blesses him with his spark before getting him cleaned up and wrapped in a small green blanket.

Peter nuzzles at his mate and expects her to ask for their son but she's merely watching their oldest hold their youngest. The alpha watches the wonder, awe and love in his heir's eyes as amethyst eyes stare at the small little pup in his arms.

"You're so beautiful Lix," he whispers. "I'm your big brother."

Claudia chokes back a sob and Stiles looks over whining and starts to pass the baby to his mother. "No. It's okay Mischief. I just-" she stops and wipes her face. "My heart is just so full it could burst."

The alpha heir smiles and wills his spark to clean everything up and then wills a small green hat to settle on the baby's head. "He's perfect, Matka." The spark kisses the baby's forehead and then lays the newest pup on his mother's chest before ushering everyone else-Cora and Malia-out of the room.

As he crawls into bed with his mate, he can't get the sight of the baby out of his mind and how it felt to not only bring him into the world but to hold him. He yawns and chitters when his mate pulls him close to nuzzle at the exhausted spark's neck. "How is he?"

Stiles smiles and sniffles. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I-"

Isaac rumbles in his chest to soothe his mate. "You what?"

"I want one."

The wolf's chest puffs out and he nips at his mate's neck eliciting a giggle. "Then we'll have one but not yet. Okay?"

Stiles rolls over to nip at his mate's nose. "Okay. I swear I don't have like baby fever, but I know my spark would let me carry one if I willed it."

"Then when we're both ready you will away. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," the spark whispers against the wolf's lips before snuggling close and drifting off content in the knowledge that mama, papa and baby Felix are safe, sound and all is well with the pack as a whole.

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Polish Translations:

Breathe Matka. Jesteś silny. Miałeś już nas ośmiu. Więc przejdźmy przez to i sprowadźmy dziecko numer dziewięć na ten świat.

Breathe Mother. You are strong. You already had eight of us. So let's go through this and bring baby number nine into this world.

Matka - Mother