Alpha Hale

Chapter 6

"So, uh- I wanted to have that talk now. About Derek,” he puffed out, still getting breathing heavily and rushing to get the words out before he could regret them.

Allison raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. Lydia only smirked, and he knew right then that he’d just sold her his soul as she folded her perfectly manicured nails onto the table.

“Yes. Jackson mentioned you had fun last night."

(Wink wink XD)

Stiles let out an outraged sound. “He’s telling everyone?” he demanded. “Oh, he’s so going to pay for that. That’s it. I’m spreading the news about Mr Jackson- I’m so in control I’m fucking my best friend- Whittemore and what’s currently occurring in the boy’s locker room.”

Matt, who was walking past their table, paused, clearly overhearing the conversation. Stiles narrowed his eyes as the guy smiled at Allison before he clutched the camera hanging around his neck and hurried out of the Cafeteria as if he were planning to document the evidence of Jackson and Danny's hookup.

Stiles hoped he would, because then maybe Jackson would get territorial and eat him. There was just something about the guy that he didn't trust.

“Shut up,” Lydia snapped. “And tell me about Derek.”

Stiles liked a woman who knew what she wanted and also knew how to terrify those around her. It was an unbeatable combination.

So he told her. Not everything. He didn’t want to freak her out, and Allison was sitting right next to him. Though, he couldn’t resist bitching about the reason why he was limping so heavily. At least he'd gotten some semblance of revenge afterwards. Lydia still laughed and Allison looked somewhat scandalised.

“He bit you?” Allison whispered. “On your…”

“Natis,” Lydia clarified with the encyclopaedic knowledge she often kept hidden. It sounded like Latin, but Stiles was too caught up in his own humiliation to pay much attention to her.

“And then the bastard…”

Lydia started laughing but it sounded more like she was cackling at his expense. Stiles mouth fell open in protest.

“I had no idea that someone who gets perfect grades could be so stupid.”

Stiles blinked owlishly at her. What?

“You are unbelievably lucky that you’re mated to someone who has such control over himself, because I’m fairly certain you’d already be dead.”

“What?”

Lydia rolled her eyes, and Allison smiled gently which meant she was in on it too. The traitor. “What Lydia’s trying to say is that Derek’s been treating you unusually well, considering. It’s rare for werewolves to possess that much control.”

“Considering what?” he demanded, missing an important piece of the puzzle.

“Well, there’s an age gap. You’re constantly surrounded by other rival werewolves and you’ve been attacked by a rogue. Plus, you’re always getting into trouble and to be honest you don’t really have what anybody would call a filter-”

“I have a filter. I can filter things. Do you see me commenting on how your psycho grandpa wants to kill my werewolf boyfriend?”

Lydia gave him a look that spoke a thousand insulting words. It made him quake just that little bit, because she possessed the power to destroy him with a glare. Allison didn’t look too offended, only a little smug.