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I was pissed off. Pissed off big time.
I stalked out of the Hale House, muttering foul, unholy words under my breath about a certain asshole Alpha. That jackass, formally known as Derek frickin' Hale, had gotten on my last surviving nerve. Now listen to me before you start the judgemental bullcrap. I can take casual name calling, I can take punks who think their God's gift, but what I can not take is some stupid, irritating Alpha who thinks he can undermine me just because he's higher up in the ranks then me.

Flashback to 10 minutes ago

There was no pack meeting tonight, but that didn't mean it wasn't a '(Y/N)-you-won't-last-with-this-attitude' night, which consisted of a total of 5 days per week. Nice.
Derek sat before me, his piercing green eyes surveying my once black and blue peppered arms. 'What was that crap you pulled last night? You weren't able to take on that Alpha, you're lucky you weren't shredded into pieces,' he said in a tone that rang with authority, mingled with a trace of exasperation. Again with this. When will he realise that I'm always going to do the complete opposite of what he asks?

I gave him a hard look that would have rivalled his own infamous one any day of the week. 'And if I hadn't Stiles would have been in a box six-feet underground by now,' I snapped back angrily. My hands were balled into fists, my body quivering from the built up anger and stress over the past few days. My temper had always been legendary, but since the day I'd joined Derek's pack, I had tried to keep it under wraps. And until now, that's how it had stayed. But there was only so much I could take before I hit boiling point.

Derek shot up so fast he caused his chair to clatter across the room and slam into the wall. 'You still shouldn't have done it, you're too hot-headed,' he lectured, his eyes flashing a threatening colour of red. I got up from the and walked right over to Derek, getting into his face. 'Tell me my dear Alpha, what I should have done then? Should I have let Scott go for him instead? Because he was out cold from wrestling with the rest that shithead's pack and no one else was there!' I roared at him, and right then I could feel my eyes flashing dangerously. I wasn't supposed to disobey the Alpha, I was supposed to be a good little pup and listen to every word that rolled off his tongue. But I wasn't raised to be a pushover and it would be a cold day in hell before that ever happened.

Derek took a hesitant step back, trying to keep a certain amount of distance from me, and wincing slightly at the volume of my voice. But instead of calming down and apologising like I should have, my anger only flared up. I got another step towards the dark-haired man and caught him by the front of his, pulling him as close to me as was humanly possible. 'C'mon Derek, tell me what I should have done since you think you know so goddamn much. Tell me, what should I have done when I seen Scott and Stiles on the ground barely breathing? What should I have done when I felt their heartbeats slow? What should I have done when the pack started advancing on me? What was I supposed to do? Call for help? How could I when no one was there?' The words were tumbling out of my mouth at a steady stream, my stress washing away like dirt from my body.

But there was another reason I was mad. No, I wasn't mad, I was feeling something much worse. I was hurt. Hurt that even though I had called for help, no one had answered. And because Derek wasn't bothered about it. I had trusted the stony, green-eyed man and I even regarded him with feelings of affection and yet, he still didn't answer when I needed him most. That's what led to my massacre of the enemy pack, though I hadn't emerged uninjured. That's probably what annoyed him the most. 'And where were you? Where the hell were you?' I growled at him, my nails going uncharacteristically long.

'I was busy!' Looks like Derek had managed to reclaim his long lost vocal chords.

'Busy?' I threw back at him, shaking him viciously, 'Busy? You aren't busy when the rest of them need you, so don't you dare use that pathetic excuse with me.'

The brooding body of muscle that was Derek glared at me and tried to shove me aside, but I wasn't in the mood for any of his evasion tactics. 'Answer me now, Derek Hale,' I hissed through gritted teeth. That's when I seen a hard edge gleam in his eyes. He was angry that I had challenged him and I could tell that this situation would have an ugly end.

'You want to know why?' he whispered, viewing me through thick eyelashes, 'It's because the pack is my family, you're just some scruffed up puppy I picked up along the way.'

For a second, I couldn't see anything. The steady build up of heated emotions at the bottom of my stomach was instantly quenched, leaving only the bitter cold. Somehow, I had expected better of him and because of that, the disappointment that filled my heart made my whole body ache. That's what made me punch Derek right across the face. It was a way to thaw the frosty feelings that were slowly seeping through my body. And then in regular (Y/N) fashion, I stalked outside and sulked.

Present Time

I was parked on the porch, clutching my head and rocking back and forth quietly. It was a means of calming myself down. Running away had been the obvious choice at first, but my body felt too run-down and heavy to walk back to my house where my mother awaited. Picturing her features frowning in concern only strengthen the attraction of staying outside the house of the asshole who had left me with icy feelings flowing through my veins. It has like a numbing poison that I could feel being pumped through my body. Yeah, this really wasn't my day.

I then heard a door being opened and footsteps echoing close by. I didn't have to turn around to know who the dark shadow belonged to.
'You're still here?' asked a gruff sounding Derek, concern lacing his voice. I half-smirked. The bubbling anger had rendered me motionless and talking always seemed to make things worse, so instead, I simply nodded.

The bench slightly creaked under the weight of the Alpha and I could feel him draw closer to my side. I glanced in his general direction and felt a pang for him. He looked wrecked. His black hair stuck out at wild angles, his were creased and his eyes hinted at puffiness. 'Look, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it, it's just....,' Derek trailed off, obviously pondering what to say next. 'It's just if anything happened to you I'd never forgive myself, I care about you so much and I feel like I've been kicked in the gut because I couldn't help you and-'

Seeing this taciturn man pack so many words into one sentence softened my cold heart. I cut him off by kissing his forehead slightly and wrapping a loose arm around his shoulder. 'As long as you care, I'm okay,' I murmured, blushing beet red. The green eyed man grinned weakly and wrapped an arm around my waist. 'Now, let's get inside and you can apologise 'til I'm completely satisfied,' I smirked, dragging Derek up with me and into the Hale House. 'And get some food while you're at it.'