Alpha's Power

⇠Puppy Fat⇢

When Derek opened his eyes, he noticed two things: one was that he wasn't home, which was strange for him; he never left his loft unless he was dragged out into town by the pack or Stiles. As Derek scanned the hotel room, the fog in his brain seemed to only worsen as he tried to recall what happened last night. The second thing Derek noticed was the bright pink box sitting on the nightstand next to him, which was littered with crumbs and different colored frosting. His stomach lurched at the thought of the surgery treats. Turning his head away from the box, the male sighed, pulling the blankets from his lap. The world around Derek seemed to slow as his eyes widened, his stomach was slightly bloated and covered with different frosting, and the male slowly reached down, grabbing the soft mound with shaky hands.

The flesh was doughy, sending a wave of pleasure through Derek. The werewolf squeezed and pulled at the small mound, closing his eyes as a moan escaped his mouth. Why did this feel so good? Also, why did Derek suddenly feel empty again? The male let out a shaky breath as he lifted the small mound and watched it bounce slightly. As he released it, he shook his head quickly. Pushing the emotions and thoughts to the back of his head, he rushed into the bathroom and then hopped into the shower. As he scrubbed himself off Derek's mind, he raced. He had to get rid of this, right? His only option was to work out and shed the weight that suddenly appeared. No matter how much Derek thought about it, the male found himself hesitant. An itch in the back of his mind caused Derek to want to abandon his responsibilities.

Derek shut off the shower and stepped onto the mat as temptation called him in with a whisper. The man dried himself off, dressed fast, and hurried back into the bedroom, where a tiny voice in the back of Derek's mind urged him to open the cupcake box. The werewolf moistened his lips and opened the lid, gazing at the three vibrantly iced cupcakes that remained within the box. It seemed almost a waste to pay for them and then toss them away. His stomach groaned subtly, almost begging the man to finish them. Derek chewed the inside of his cheek; he knew he shouldn't, because the male had a reputation to withhold. If he went soft, what would others say about him? Would they continue following the Alpha? Or would they think he's gone weak?

The voice in the back of Derek's mind seemed to win as he picked up one of the cupcakes, peeled the wrapper from the treat, and quickly bit into it. Moaning, everything happened in a blur; the first turned into the second, and then suddenly they were gone. The box was empty. Derek expected shame to wash over him, but no, a sense of pleasure and a hint of pride hit the werewolf. After tossing the empty box away, Derek scooped up his phone from the nightstand, groaning from the thirty missed texts and phone calls he missed from the pack. They were mainly from Stiles, which was worse than anyone if Derek had to be honest with himself, if the male had to guess the teenager was scouring the town searching for him.

The older male glanced down, setting a hand on his stomach while biting down on his lip. Could he tell Stiles the truth? The teenager did want Derek to relax a little; maybe if he told Stiles, then maybe the teenager would be happy. But of course that came with risks. Derek loved Stiles; there was no question about that. What worried Derek was whether Stiles would be able to keep the secret. The teenager had a habit of letting things slip, especially when he didn't take his Adderall. Once again, the voice in the back of his mind chimed in with the thought, What if Stiles liked the weight? Or encouraged him to continue to gain? Derek had a theory that Stiles liked bigger men just because of the people he dated before the teenager got too involved in the supernatural in Beacon Hills.

His brain suggested that he liked whatever he did last night and that he felt empty. There was no shame in letting Scott take over and stepping down. The smaller male already had everyone behind him, as well as acting like an Alpha when Derek wasn't around, so it wouldn't be off the cuff to ask him. Especially since recently Scott and Derek were much closer than anyone else in the pack besides Stiles. The other werewolf would probably happily take charge of Derek; now that the Argents were out of the picture, he and Allison were free to be together as well as dive into some fantasies they had. Scott was happy with the recent weight he gained from Allison's cooking; it only made him more puppy-like around his girlfriend, as well as bigger in fights intimidating most smaller supernaturals they have faced.

Derek sighed, running his hand through his hair while sitting down on the edge of the bed. Raking his hands down his face while his phone buzzed in his hands, glancing down, Derek squeezed his eyes shut. Stiles. The thought of not answering crossed Derek's mind, but that would probably make the teenager more worried and send the pack on a witch hunt for him. He brought his phone to his forehead, tapping the end of the device a few times before inhaling deeply. He swiped on the screen and brought the phone to his ear. "H-Hello?" He answered in a shaky voice.

A growl on the other end caused him to flinch. "Finally! Do you know how worried I have been? Where are you?" Stiles demanded.

"In town, I just needed some time to think," Derek replied.

The teenager made a noise in the back of his throat. "Time to think. Do you know how long I have been calling you?" He quizzed.

The werewolf deflated slightly. "No...." The werewolf trailed off.

"Since last night, Derek! Jesus, are you okay?" Stiles shouted.

Derek swallowed, "Yeah, like I said, I just needed time to think about what you said." He answered.

"Oh? What was your conclusion?" Stiles asked.

Running a hand down his face again, Derek exhaled loudly. "I don't have one yet." He stated.

The male could hear the teenager sigh before he started speaking. "Derek, you need to relax. I know you think being Alpha makes you think you don't need anyone. But we're all here for you; all you have to do is say the words." He said.

Derek nodded, biting harder down on his lip until he could taste copper. "I know, I know Stiles. I swear, I am fine." He repeated. "Can we talk? I need your advice on something, and I would rather not say it over the phone." He asked.

"Yeah, dude, just send me the address where you are, and I'll be right there," Stiles replied quickly.

A smile formed on Derek's face. "Thanks; see you soon." He whispered.