Imagines ⌲ Hale

|Guilt|

Boyd was dead.

Boyd was dead.

Boyd was dead.

This is the only and constant thought that runs through Derek Hale's head as he stares out the window of his loft, his face vacant of emotion as he thinks about the memories of last night. Kylie forcing his arms up, unable to retract his claws as the twins force Boyd into them, the sharp point puncturing his lungs in an instant.

Boyd. Was. Dead.

And it was his fault.

He doesn't look back when he hears the door open, only knowing it was Y/N by the reflection in the dark window.

"I'm home," She says quietly, setting a bag of groceries on the table. He doesn't respond, only closes his eyes. "How you feeling?" She whispers, stepping behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. The alpha shakes his head, resting his forehead against the cool glass of the window as his hands shake. He's struggling to keep it together, and she can tell. "Baby..." She sighs, gently tugging on his shoulder to turn him towards her. His arms wind around her waist and he gently places his head in the crook of her neck, sighing shakily. Her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, her fingers brushing tenderly through his dark hair. "Shh...it's not your fault, my love..." She whispers gently. "It's not your fault..." She continues to sway him softly in her arms as they embrace each other, her hands brushing softly through his hair as he holds her close against him, too scared of losing her to even think about letting go. He'd lost enough people. He couldn't do it anymore. He wouldn't do it anymore. "Can I do anything?" She whispers against his temple, pressing her lips to his skin in a soft kiss. He finally opens his green eyes and gently pulls back a bit to look at her, cupping her cheeks tenderly in his large, warm hands.

"Be here.." He whispers, his voice raspy and husky. "Just--Just be here." Y/N smiles softly, stretching up on her toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. She winds her arms gently around his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck tenderly and lovingly as she did so. His arms tighten gently around her waist, his hands resting gently on the small of her back. Honestly, this is all he needs. To be wrapped in the arms of the girl he loves for as long as he can be. To be able to hold her against him, knowing in his mind that he would kill anything or anyone that ever tries to touch his girl. Always.

"I love you, Derek Hale.." She whispers as she slowly pulls away, resting her forehead gently on his as their noses brush tenderly together.

"I love you more, Y/N..." He whispers, pressing his lips against the tip of her nose. "Always."

A/N~ Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this one! Like I said, I am taking requests, so PLEASE send some in!! I promise, I don't bite! :D ALSO I need your opinion on something! What would you guys think of a Pack Mom series for this book? I've been reading a lot of those lately and I think they are too cute, so feel free to let me know what you think!! ALSO don't forget to check out my Stiles Stilinski imagines as well! Love you guys!! <3 -Hayden