Faunoe o fatuoe (Sterek slash)

Chapter Seventeen

The next two days went by relatively drama free. Thankfully his home was pretty much left alone, and Scott only had to run three wolves off of the Preserve that were sniffing around. Even better whatever powers were lurking around inside of him had remained buried, and Stiles was able to pretend that he was a normal 17 year old boy.

Except that he was a werewolf, with magical powers, and a mate that was too afraid to touch him and probably not even really attracted to him in the first place.

Stiles shook his head and tried to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. It was best not to think on that, because the idea that Derek was just being subjected to whatever it was that was bringing the other werewolves to Beacon Hills was just depressing. It made him both desperate to break whatever this spell was so that his heart could mend from the inevitable rejection, and simultaneous cling to whatever attention Derek deemed to give him. It was pathetic really and reminded him of the days when he was obsessed with Lydia, except she had never led him on or got his hopes up.

Speak of the devil.

"Hey are you alright?" Lydia slipped into the seat across from him.

They were in the library, mostly because with his dad working just about every waking moment the house was just too empty and quiet. It had never been a problem before but Stiles had a feeling it had something to do with being a werewolf now and the natural desire to be with Pack. Lydia had drawn the short straw of having to make sure no rogue wolf tried to drag him off to their love nest.

"Yeah." He nodded without even looking up. "I always am."

"You look like you're about to start crying," she said.

"Well I'm not."

"So." She placed her elbows on the table and leaned her chin against her hands. "What's wrong?"

He knew better than to try and ignore her.

"This, whatever it is that's causing all the werewolves to come here to try and be my mate." He slowly closed the textbook and looked her directly in the eye. "What about if it's affecting the other wolves in the Pack."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you said that Jackson thinks I smell attractive now," he answered. "And even though Scott isn't trying to jump me he's being a lot more physically affectionate than he used to be."

"No."

That one single word caught his attention and he glared at her. "What do you mean no?"

"That's not what you want to talk about, you don't care that Jackson's jacking off to you or that Scott can't keep his hands to himself."

Well that right there was something he didn't need to think about, like ever, and in fact the idea of Jackson jacking off at all was enough to make Stiles want to barf.

"Then what..?"

"You're worried Derek isn't really into you," she said. "We all know it."

"Why would you possibly think that?" he demanded, trying to fight the blush he knew was creeping up his neck.

"Because that's what anyone would be thinking under these circumstances Stiles," she answered. "Of course you're worried that he's just fallen under some spell and when we finally break it he's going to be horrified and you're going to be humiliated."