Alpha's Power

⇠Warning Signs⇢

Derek's claws clicked against the wet pavement, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he panted heavily. He pushed the pain that radiated from his forepaws to the back of his mind as he slowly trotted over the hill. He let out a huff from his nose when he noticed the hotel room. He didn't know if Stiles was still there. The human hadn't texted or called the older male for three days, and the thought of trying to find the teenager in his wolf form in town caused Derek's stomach to twist. He shifted because he knew it would be faster than running in his human form, as well as being able to catch Eris's scent if the other werewolf decided to launch an attack on him before warning Scott.

The werewolf quickly dove behind a dumpster, shifted back into human form, and grabbed his clothes from the ground. Derek then rushed toward his hotel room window, opened it, and jumped through. After closing the window behind him, the older male carefully scanned the darkened room, walking around the bed to turn on the lamp. He quickly picked up one of Stiles's shirts from the ground, sniffed it, and mentally groaned. Then he pulled out his phone, found the teenager's name, and sent a quick text before heading toward the bathroom.

After freshening up, the male changed his clothes into some looser clothing. As the male grabbed his phone and wallet, his brown eyes flicked toward the standing mirror hanging from the wall, his cheeks heating up slightly as he noticed the faint curve of his stomach as well as his pudgy love handles spilling out from the waistband of his jeans. The werewolf gently pinched the small roll of fat swallowing as a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment flashed in his stomach. The older male shook his head, pushing the feelings down as he continued toward the door. Derek glanced around the parking lot. When he didn't see his car, he let out a frustrated sigh. Running a hand down his face, he started walking toward town.

Derek lost track of how long it took him to walk, but exhaustion was starting to set in when he finally landed on Stiles's roof. He gently knocked on the closed window. After waiting a few minutes and receiving no response, he knocked once more. When Stiles still didn't respond, Derek let out a grunt before gently sliding the window open and slipping into the darkened bedroom. As he started walking toward the bedroom door, voices from downstairs caused his ears to perk up slightly. Derek placed his hand on the door handle when the wooden door flew open, smacking him in the nose. A loud crunch echoed through the room, followed by someone shouting. The werewolf quickly cradled his nose, groaning as blood seeped from it. "Derek, what the heck are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet at the hotel," Stiles hissed in a whisper, swiftly closing the door behind him.

The werewolf glanced down at his bloodied hands, his eyes glowing bright blue as the human gasped and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. Reappearing a few minutes later with a towel, the teenager held out the towel, watching the other male gently wrap the fabric around his broken nose and then quickly set it once again. Stiles gagged slightly as Derek tossed the bloody towel onto the ground. "Okay, that's just gross. Can't you wait until I'm not looking!?" He shouted.

The older male narrowed his eyes slightly at the other. "You're the one who broke my nose in the first place," Derek responded with a growl.

Stiles made an offended sound, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, well, normally you warn me before dropping through my window." He replied.

The werewolf gently prodded his nose, wincing slightly. Even though he knew it would heal in a matter of minutes, Derek pouted his lip slightly. "I did text." He said it simply.

The teenager rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his hips as the werewolf continued to pout. "I'm sorry about your nose." Stiles chuckled, bending down, and started gently kissing the bridge of the older male's nose.

Derek whined, "Should I have nose damage and never be able to smell anything again?" Derek said sarcastically.

Stiles barked out a laugh. "Stop being a baby; it'll heal." He wheezed.