The True Family

His mate

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DEREK POV

If he didn't leave right away, I know someone who would end up with my fangs buried deep in his throat so that I could rip it out with my teeth.

How dare he drop that like a bomb to my partner when I myself was only just beginning to accept the situation?

I watched my uncle's crazy smile just before he left us alone.

Stiles hadn't said a single word for over two minutes now and I didn't dare interrupt his flow of thoughts. Yet I really wanted to, I needed to know if he was going to reject me.

His absence for the last two months has been very hard on me and in all honesty, I'm not sure I'll be able to get through a formal rejection. Fear gripping my guts, I made the decision to get up and leave the room despite my reluctance to leave him alone. The sound of my chair seemed to bring him back to reality as his frozen face came back to life and his attention immediately turned to me. I offered him a weak smile, an apologetic smile.

"I'm going to go see how the others are doing..."

Hope made its way to my heart when I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but he eventually nodded and looked away towards the bedroom window.

Maybe I just need to give him time to think about what this all means?

Maybe he'll think about it positively?

I shook my head, Deaton had already warned me that the possibility of rejection was greater in humans than in other supernatural beings.

I went to see my pack outside the room and I smiled weakly at Isaac who seemed to have understood my state of mind faster than the others. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it lightly. I was grateful that he didn't ask any questions, anyway the probability that they all heard what Peter had said was 100%.

The cubs take me to the cafeteria where they force me to eat since I hadn't eaten since this morning. I accept the food much more easily than I have in the last two months and I know that it is only due to Stiles waking up. My wolf finally feels satisfied and I no longer have this ball of stress in my throat that made me feel like I was going to fall at any moment.

After eating, I felt a little better and I felt the strength to find Stiles at the risk of suffering a rejection. It is better to remove the bandage all at once rather than in small bursts. When we arrived at the room however, a doctor stopped us telling us that it was time for their patient to take some tests. I didn't hide my disagreement in the form of a low growl, but Scott dissuaded me from doing one of his scenes that I've done more than once in the last few weeks.

"He's awake, he's fine, we should take advantage of this to talk a little more about tomorrow night." Erica suggested in turn and I finally accepted the idea of ​​leaving the hospital for the first time in two months.

A little more and I would have made it my home.

I realized when I arrived at the loft how bad it had been to stay so long at Stiles' bedside, not because of the dust that had accumulated despite the fact that I let Peter live there and that Isaac already lived there permanently, but because my whole being was trying to escape this place to end up where it should not have left; And I mention the chair next to Stiles.

I tried to ignore the urgency to go back there and made a superhuman effort to focus on tomorrow night's plan. Peter arrived almost half an hour after we arrived and my body reacted without my consent. I walked towards him and planted my fist in the middle of his face.