The Packlife

Chapter Five

Dylan looking cute as hell above ☺️❤️💕⤴️

Warning: Smut at end of chapter!

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Four Days Later...

Four days after the situation with the kiss between Brett and Liam and Stiles, it was Stiles birthday and a Friday. The Omega was gearing up for an exciting time as he had heard what Scott and Jackson had to say to him about the day about a week ago as well as some occasional comments here and there. The pack had done there best to keep it all a surprise as they would stay quiet around Stiles and when he was in earshot it them and talk quietly when he wasn't around. The only instructions he had for the night get dressed up and be ready for when the pack came home. Stiles concluded they would be going out for dinner from the instructions and was glad they would be doing so as they hadn't in a while, but was mainly anxious for what would take place after.

Not only was it a Friday and Stiles birthday, it was also a full moon meaning Stiles would be going through heat during the night. During heats, Stiles would have his dad and Melissa look after the boys and the girls would of course hang out on their own away from the house for the night. It had been a month since his last heat and Stiles was honestly looking forward to the excuse to have sex. Their lives were so busy they couldn't have the regular sex they had during their last year of high school, and heats were a time for the boys to relish in the one thing they 'had' to do.

Lacrosse practice throughout the week had been a tense event for Stiles. He felt like he was in the middle of a tug-a-war between the wolves and was having a difficult time getting the team to where they had to be. It was practically a contest between the two pairs of wolves to see who could glare angriest at the other and Stiles was fed up with it as well as himself. He hated the fact that he was attracted to the beta's and that he liked when they kissed him and that he wished they would've done more. He felt like he was betraying his mates even though he knew they understood. It wasn't just that Stiles was attracted to them as a human, it was the fact that his wolf liked them. It was his Omega instincts that made him want the two boys to join the pack—to make it grow and give him more mates to have fun with. His wolf wants Stiles and him to get pregnant and have a happy pack and pups.

Stiles did his best to stay calm and happy and push back his feelings for the teens. The two of them—other than their glaring—had kept mostly to themselves over the week and Stiles had not doubt that Jacks and Scott had something to do with it. Stiles shook his head of the thoughts and walked over to the couch to sit down before frowning as he heard the sound of footsteps near the door. Nobody was home with him except the twins who were upstairs right now as everyone had work or was out doing there own thing—most likely preparing for Stiles birthday. The Omega's eyesflashed blue as he sniffed the air and smelled an unfamiliar scent and growled lowly as the sound and scent dissipated. He walked towards the door prepared for a fight as he slammed it open and took a few steps out looking for something that wasn't there.

When he looked down at the end of the porch, Stiles spotted a brown package with a note with his name on it ontop. He sniffed around to make sure the package wasn't dangerous before okaying it and taking it inside with him, closing and locking the door behind him. Just as the door closed, Stiles looked up to spot the two twins on the last few steps of the spiral staircase.

"Dada, what in box?" They asked, faces worried and almost angry looking as they could smell the slight fear and worry from their dad.

"I don't know pups, I haven't opened it yet." He told them truthfully. He set the box down on the counter before looking back up towards the twins. "Now why don't I make you two some lunch?" He suggested as the two pups smiled happily and dragged him to the kitchen. The three cooked together, Stiles doing most of the work as he didn't want them to get hurt—even if they'd heal extremely fast as they were werewolves. The box from the porch lay out on the counter and it was a few hours before Stiles came back to it. Braden and Aaron were both playing happily in the corner of the room while Stiles watched them closely and some TV in the room with them. He went up to grab a cup of coffee and saw the package as he was on his way back to the couch.