alpha!stiles

“Derek will kill you. He’ll tear you limb from limb!” Stiles says, scrambling away from him. The Alpha ambles closer. “No, I don’t think he will,” the Alpha says. “I mean aside from killing a couple of hikers in his territory and doing him this favor, I haven’t really done anything to Hale. Once I’m gone he’ll probably be happy with the gift I’ve left for him.”

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here. Capped at 50 chapters.

Derek has to deal with a newly bitten Stiles.

Stiles was kicked out of his pack that he helped create. Stiles was betrayed by his best friend. Stiles went to New Orleans to learn about his mother and his aunts life. Stiles is one of the most Powerful witches of all time. Derek and Scott miss Stiles in Beacon Hills, they only kicked him out for his own good. Please Read I worked really hard on this! I love it when people read my stories, makes me want to keep writing them!

"Mr. Hale?" Erica knocked on his door, pushing it open with her hip, her head tilted and her ruby-red lips stretched into a shit-eating grin. "The Stilinski’s are here for your one o’clock." Derek raised his head from where he had been studying the scotch in his glass tumbler. “Let them in,” he said coolly, though his calm demeanor was belied by the way his cheeks had flushed red and his hands began to sweat. "Derek." Stiles was the first one in, as usual, a tight-fitting tee underneath his signature plaid overshirt. His pale cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and shiny with spit, and he winked when he caught Derek looking. Derek’s heartbeat stuttered and Stiles smirked. They did it on purpose, Derek knew. When he had first hired them, Derek had no idea what he wanted, and he didn’t really think that getting fucked, by twin brothers, was really his thing, but when they showed up that first night, looking like one of them had just been sucked off on the way up to his apartment, Derek had gotten harder than he ever thought was possible. He hadn’t looked back since.

Stiles goes missing, Derek gets mad. "Day four turned to five, and six. Slowly people started to lose hope, started to say he ran off. Day seven, eight, nine, fifteen, finally a month passed. The end result was an unstable Derek."