Alpha Hale

Chapter 14

It was safe to say that Stiles was down for the count when he couldn't even keep his head up off of his chest anymore. And that had to be the weirdest sensation in the world.

He groaned distantly, and struggled to keep his eyes open through sheer force of will just to watch whatever the hell kind of fucked up thing was happening now. He couldn’t even begin to imagine if his badass werewolf husband had really made such a dramatic appearance, or if he’d just invented the whole thing in his head.

Because he was in love with him and apparently Derek’s dick felt the same way, which was nice.

But not the issue here. The issue was trying to keep conscious after being bashing his skull so many times. He wished someone had warned him to wear protective head gear or something before being kidnapped. God, were his eyes even open yet? He couldn't tell.

He struggled stubbornly and by the time he managed to get them open he instantly knew it was a mistake. His head swam and his vision blurred completely out of focus. He spotted the fully transformed alpha, only metres away as he barrelled straight into Gerard. He got off a few arrows, but Derek was too fast- much too fast for Stiles to keep track of- snarling out a frenzied noise as he slammed into him, throwing old man evil into the dead leaves.

Derek quickly overwhelmed him and Stiles thought maybe he possessed some of that strength that Stiles had suddenly discovered before attacking Matt. It had to be a thing. Or maybe Derek was just really pissed that Stiles had been brained against a tree stump.

Derek made an inhuman sound and then Gerard finally got what he’d wanted, the alpha’s teeth sinking into the skin of his neck.

Just before Derek ripped his throat out.

Or at least that was what it looked like from Stiles’ concussion vision. The blood spurted out of everywherein the vicinity of his throat, only it looked much freakier in Stiles’ blood vision. There was like blood everywhere. He was pretty sure he’d be swimming in it soon. And Stiles couldn’t see Allison at all, but he just figured she was off kicking butt and being a badass with a crossbow.

So he decided he’d better put some effort in as well and managed to straighten his posture from sort of just laying there in a daze, to sort of half sitting there in a daze.

Again, he wondered if he’d imagined his werewolf boyfriend coming to the rescue, because he couldn’t trust his thoughts at the moment. But then he felt the wetness of Derek’s snout against his face and the leathery sensation of his tongue as he licked away all the blood. Which was a mixture of weird and oddly affectionate wolfy Derek emotion.

Allison hovered anxiously over him, trusty crossbow back in her hands and Stiles finally accepted that all was right in the world. Mostly because all of the psychopaths were dead. Thank God.

He offered up a sloppy grin and struggled to raise his hand but unfortunately, even that was beyond him. Allison made a distressed sound and dropped to her knees beside them.

“Oh my God, Stiles,” she gasped, tears still running down her face.

Stiles swivelled his neck in her direction and felt the tug of a smile at his lips. Derek was whining pitifully and somehow his fingers ended up in his fur, latching onto him for comfort. He was so glad Derek was here.

An answering howl echoed nearby and the Scott blur burst into the clearing, making a beeline straight for the Allison blur.

“Allison,” he called wildly, running to her and completely ignoring Stiles’ newly developed jellyfish powers. He flopped a finger in his blurry direction.