Chapter 3
“Your fucking with me!” Peter grunted as he looked at the monitor. “Okay,” He breathed in serenely. “Look, I need to be at work in 10 minutes, so your gonna have to stay with me and behave. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Stiles giggled before harnessing his seatbelt, “Isn’t your office on the other side of town?”
Peter flashed over a smirk as Stiles rapidly began to pale, “True, and I’m never tardy.” The Camaro danced through an intersection due to its momentum.
Stiles divulged a girly squeal as he was flung into the window. A hand captured his shoulder hauling him over to the driver side instantaneously after.
“Don’t get your hand prints on the window. It’ll fog them over.” Peter reprimanded.
“Wow. You were one of those guys?” Stiles blurted while gripping Peter’s arm to prevent himself from being flung again.
“What kind of guy am I in the future?” Peter’s elegant eyebrows rose as Stiles held tighter at a particular turn.
“One that cares more about the family member in the car then the car itself.” Stiles responded with a slight high pitch to his voice. “Can you not, I don’t know, Slow down?!”
“I care about my family now.” Peter frowned. “I also care about my car. How is my car in the future?”
“Bullet-proof windows are installed.”
“Hm. That’s nice. What kind of Alpha am i?” Peter took a glimpse at Stiles to see a fond look settle on his face.
“A good one over all.” Stiles smiled up at him. “Why aren’t you the Alpha now?”
“Because my sister’s the alpha.” Peter’s voice took a duh sound as he finished.
“But you feel it don’t you?”
“Feel what?”
“That your not meant to be a beta.” After Stiles received a nod he continued. “You don’t respond well to be ordered around. You question your alpha. You’re a better alpha to the pack then the own alpha.”
“Well, compared to Talia anyone could be a better alpha.”
Stiles snorted at this, “No kidding.”
“What does that mean?” Peter parked the car in the parking space of his firm with 3 minutes to spare.
“She’s not suppose to be the alpha.” Was the only response he got as Stiles climbed out the car. “Is your office always in the west wing on the top floor?”
“Yeah. I like the view of the school.”
“Better alpha.” Stiles mumbled as he walked behind Peter to his office.
At this Peter felt his heart warm. This man, who came from the future, believed he was a good alpha. Before he was even an alpha. No one else can claim that.
“Mr. Hale your sister’s on the phone, line 3, she said it was important.” The secretary said with a pleasant warm smile that matched her sunflower dress.
“Thank you, Mrs. Tate.” Peter basically ignored her as he focused his attention on Stiles. “Right this way.” He held the door open watching Stiles watch him. ‘I wonder what I can get out of him.’ Were his thoughts as he picked up the office phone.