The Hale Pack of Idiots

Ch 13

ISAAC POV
I woke up just a little before Stiles did, seeing how his heartbeat was slowly increasing to a more awake pace when I cracked an eye open. But I wasn't ready to get up so I closed my eyes again, just to enjoy the warmth of being so close to my pack. Stiles was up and towards the bathroom when everyone else started whining, I just grunted and shoved Peter closer towards Derek, reaching down to place Jackson's head on Peter's side, his back pressed against the front of my legs, Lydia shifting herself to pillow her head on Jackson's thigh and Derek scooting slightly closer to Peter.

But by then I noticed how Derek's scent was off, smelled musky in a way that made it closer to a locker room than a coffee shop and cigarettes. That tipped off my suspicion that he was the Alpha-mate of the pack, considering he was starting to give off obvious heat pheromones as he started to wake up. And as soon as he was out the bed, I started waking the rest of the pack and herding them towards the door to take them back to the loft. As Jackson carried Lydia out the door on his back, I could smell the mating pheromones leaking through the room and rolled my eyes,

"I'll watch the pups while you enjoy the honeymoon phase guys, just don't knock him up on your first try Stiles!" The only response was a protective growl and slight hiss from Stiles and a needy whimper from Derek so I just walked out. Grabbing the keys to Stiles' jeep, I led everyone into the vehicle; Peter leaning the front seat back and Jackson and Lydia snuggled on top of the blanket mountain behind us, all of them falling asleep as I pulled out of the driveway and drove to the store first, knowing we were out of essential breakfast ingredients at the loft.

An hour and half later, we finally made it to the loft and the other pups had enough time to rest so as not to whine when carrying the bags up the stairwell to the third floor. Another twenty minutes and I had three towering stacks of pancakes, two dozen scrambled eggs and at least two pounds of bacon set up buffet style on the coffee table alongside syrup, butter, salt, and honey for when everyone else finished showering and brushing their teeth.

It was nice, taking care of the pack like this, made me feel like I could make a difference without anyone above me to hurt me for it. No one like my father making me feel any less than I truly am; I was given the gift of strength and connection to a family of loving pack members who knew and loved me too.

This is my reward for my life of struggle.

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Short chapter but hey! Two chapters in one day, be fucking grateful my childrenz! I stay up late after working a long ass day smiling at asshole peoples to make ya'll happy.

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