Alpha's Power

⇠Cupcake Frenzy⇢

Derek lost track of how long he ran, with Stiles's words echoing inside his head. The male snarled, shaking the human's voice from his head, and continued forward, bouncing off a rock and into the road. Derek's claws clicked against the assault as he trotted further into town, dipping into an alleyway before turning back human. The man's brain was still reeling as he walked out of the alley, disappearing into the sea of people that crowded the sidewalk. The older male kept his head on a swivel as he walked, hoping nobody from the pack would recognize him. He had no idea what he would say or whether he could think of a plausible explanation if someone saw him. Derek smelled something as he strolled through the town, and a little growl crept into his gut. The man followed the scent, swearing under his breath, and ended up at a tiny bakery that Lydia and Allison had once dragged him to.

Derek knew he should have kept walking. He was supposed to keep walking. But his legs found themselves walking into the small shop, greeted by a couple with large smiles on their faces. The older male must have looked out of place as the woman set a hand on her husband's shoulder while walking toward Derek. "You're not a sweet kind of person, are you, dear?" She quizzed.

The werewolf felt his cheeks darken, rubbing the back of his head. "No, ma'am," Derek muttered.

The smaller women chuckled softly, setting a hand on Derek's shoulder. "That's alright; we have something for everyone. Why don't you sit down and I'll grab you a  box?"She suggested, gesturing toward a booth.

Derek parted his lips, then snapped them shut and gave a nod. locating a booth at the rear of the establishment. Derek's cheeks turned a deeper scarlet as the older man's stomach growled again as he surveyed the tiny bakery, taking in the vivid colors that jumped off the wall. A few minutes later, the smaller woman came out from behind the counter with a large pink box in hand, smiling softly as she set the box down on the table. "How much do I owe you?" Derek asked.

The baker smiled warmly, shaking a hand in front of her. "No charge; just promise me that you'll have a better night." She stated.

Derek was silent for a long moment, inhaling and exhaling softly. "Promise..." Derek muttered, knowing he was probably lying to her.

The older man bid his goodbyes as a horrible feeling overcame him; Stiles would return eventually following that altercation. The man began to walk toward the closest hotel while biting the inside of his cheek. Derek entered his room, placed the box on the bed, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower. Once done, the older male wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into his room, sitting down next to the box and staring at it with a scowl. After what felt like hours, the male flipped open the lid, staring at the different colored frosting, before picking one up and biting into it. Derek bit back a moan as flavor exploded in his mouth. The mixture of vanilla and peaches coated his tongue.

One cupcake multiplied into two, and then two into three. Derek devoured five cupcakes in a matter of seconds; crumbs and frosting covered his lap and chest. Lapping up the frosting that gathered in the corner of his lip, the werewolf groaned. His swollen belly pressed against the tidy towel, and as he stared at the tiny ball in front of him, his eyes darted from the box to his tummy again. Derek's hands trembled slightly as he reached down and dug his large fingers into his stomach, nearly whining about how mushy and doughy it felt. His heart pounded against his chest, and Derek's mind was racing as he continued to massage the doughy mound. A laugh bubbled in the male's chest as he continued to stare down at his stomach.

A mixture of arousal and anxiety washed over the male, setting the box on the nightstand and lying down on the bed. Derek's stomach growled with disapproval. Resting an arm over his eyes, Derek would be lying to himself if he wasn't turned on right now—the feeling of being full and how easy it was for the werewolf to lose control simply to sugary sweets. He didn't know which was better, the feeling of being full or the fact that Stiles would be soaking this up right now, knowing the teenager he'd probably be playing with Derek's belly while whispering in his ear.

Maybe Stiles was right; it wouldn't hurt him to let loose a little. Derek did everything for the pack. He deserved to let loose and be able to have something that made him happy, so why was he so hesitant? Half of Derek knew why; it was because Hale's name meant power, and you can't have power if you are a slob. Alpha's took care of their pack without asking for anything back; they were the ones everyone turned to when they had a problem. But that was when Derek's parents were in charge; times have changed. Allison loved it when Scott started gaining weight and said it brought their relationship closer.

The thought crossed Derek's mind. Would it bring him and Stiles closer? It was a no-brainer that he and Stiles danced around what their friendship meant; every one with eyes knew the teenager knew he had a crush on Derek. The werewolf knew it was impossible to ignore the way Stiles made Derek feel; he knew the teenager was the one when he first threatened him in the back of the police car. Letting out a small huff, the male sat up slowly, his eyes flicking down to his stomach, then back toward the box. What's one more? Scooping up a cupcake quickly, the werewolf shoveled two more into his mouth, moaning as he laid back down as sleep overtook him.