The Lost Boy

Chapter 9 Someone like you

It didn't take long for Teenage Derek to find Deaton, the man was pacing in the hall just outside mother's  study, he looked as if he was about to face a firing squad. Maybe he was, who knew with mother, Alpha Hale did not take anything lightly, she believed it was important to demonstrate dominance and strength.  Derek was glad it was his sister and not him that would have to take that crown. Those shoes or rather heels would be hard to fill.

"Deaton-" the teenager loudly whispered, he sensed a tension in the air, and the muffled sounds of arguing was coming from his mother's study. He definitely did not want to deal with mother, especially since he had openly ignored her order that all members of the core family be present at breakfast.  Instead he chose to meet up with Kate.

"Not now Derek I'm kind of -" the emissary wrung his hands nervously not even sparing the teen a glance.

"Uncle Peter wishes to see you. In my room about uh something or someone."  Derek growled in a low tone gesturing down the hall.

The emissary halted his worrying and swallowed glancing at the closed study door signaling for the boy to lead the way.

Both entered the young alpha's room Derek had followed Deaton, carefully looking  back to be sure no one had followed before closing his bedroom door and locking it securely. He sighed glad that he had soundproof walls shoving his hands into his pocket leaning against the thick cherrywood door. The smell of sick was strong even for a human's nose let alone a werewolf's, he put a hand under his nose turning slightly away from the scene unfolding. And dammit he would have to burn the sheets with the stink that human omega was letting out.  The anxiety mixed with something else not just fear but deeper than that. Fuck, the human's whimpers and pleading was annoyingly twisting his stomach, being from a well todo family he had never encountered these situations.

Derek was spoiled and was starting starting to recognize this. He was also starting to recognize his lack of scent suppression, he didn't want to be here because it reminded the prideful adolescent he was lacking as an alpha. His inner wolf felt drawn to protect this sickly human.

The teen found it hard to hold back instinct, he had a girlfriend. She was mysterious, hot and because she was older she taught him things showed him things. So why was he curious about this weak nobody!? Why did he care about what may or may not have happened to him. It was disgusting to have the fact the world wasnt controlled by the carefully strategic arm of the Hale pack. His family easily fixed things and they did it with aggressive unapologetic quick ease.

But this human this omega the lowest in their packs peking order, was throwing the fact that things weren't as regulated as clean cut as he thought. What would mother do to this abomination? She saw humans especially omega humans low, inadequate their use was for breeding.

However she would never allow such insignificant weak beings to serve the pack let alone be linked to it through someones inability to keep it on their pants. She would terminate the pack member even her own core family, and he speculated the omega without mercy. Even if it was an wanted violation against the omega to begin with. All of this felt so heavy and he wanted to push it away but it was hard having seen the saddened look in a pair of whiskey colored eyes.

Peter  continued to hold a wastebasket under the human's chin before wiping the boy's bile  soaked mouth. Watery whiskey colored eyes caught the natural light beaming through the large open window of the second story room.