Chapter 4
“Hello, Talia.” Peter said as he sat, bored, in his office chair.
“Did you find the boy?” She wasted no time to seek comfort or love like a regular alpha. Maybe this boy was right. She didn’t even act like he was pack.
“No, told you it wasn’t my job.” Peter hummed as he watched Stiles search the room.
“I gave you a direct order and you ignored it.” Talia’s voice began to rise with anger. Well no one was gonna talk to him like that.
“You gave me an order to do something that had no interest to the packs safety. Again, not my job. The boy would be classified under your husband’s sister’s reign. Since she is a researcher of the supernatural.”
“It was an order.”
“That held no need for me to follow.” Peter answered tone sharpening. “Now I’m at work and I have a client, goodbye sister.”
“We’ll talk about this later.”
“Watch your tone when your speaking to me.” Peter barked out. “I personally don’t like it.” He stated more calmly before hanging up.
“Damn.” Stiles came to sit on the desk beside Peter. “That was like really hot.”
“Really, that turns you on?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “What else, getting shoved into walls?”
Stiles turned a bright red as he remembered Derek sneaking into his bedroom and doing exactly that. Damn these Hales and their sense of knowing more than they should.
“Your kidding me?” Peter’s other eyebrow raised to join it’s twin. “Who found this kink for you?”
“I’m not gonna answer that.” Stiles stuttered.
“So its someone I know or else you would have said that I wouldn’t know the person.”
“Fuck you.”
“You didn’t deny it, either.” Peter seemed to be enjoying this little game of his. “So its someone close. Oh Cora?”
“No.” Stiles stuck his tongue out before realizing he just gave Peter another clue. “Damn it.”
“Derek?”
“No. No. NO. Nope.”
“Wow, so you and Derek are together in the future?”
“It wasn’t Derek.”
“I’m a walking lie detector, try again Stiles.”
“I’m not with Derek.”
Peter’s eyebrows raised slightly again from where they’d just lowered. “That was a half truth. Are you in a polyamory?”
When Stiles doesn’t deny this Peter begins spitting up names, tryin to gauge a reaction out of the boy. He is pleasantly surprised when he gets a reaction to his name.
“Do Derek and I just share you or what?”
“How about you wait until it’s your life and you figure it out.” Stiles said as he jumped off the desk looking instead at the bookshelf.
“Party pooper.” Peter said with a playful pout.
“Hey I’m banging you in the future old man, so watch your tone with me.” Stiles said with glee in his voice.
“Whatever.” Peter seemed to brush it off completely, “I have an appointment with Deucalion, so please sit and act respectful?”
“Really. I didn’t realize you were friends with him.”
“We are. You know him in the future?”
“You ripe out his throat for going after one of your betas.”
“Why? What were his intentions with my beta?” Peter sat back intrigued.
“This particular beta is my brother. Deucalion wanted to kill him for his ‘true alpha’ power. Which he gave to Derek because he didn’t think he’d be a good alpha.”
“Derek and I are both alphas?”
“Yeah, you don’t seem to mind each other, but you dislike other alphas. Derek’s kind a chill with everyone.”
“How did I become alpha?”
“You were alpha for a little while, then you died.” A Peter’s shocked expression Stiles hurried to finish. “But you came back to life and then became alpha again.”
“Huh, so I’ve always been the alpha.”
Stiles groaned covering his face with a hand. “Don’t ever say that again.”
“Why not?”
“Just old memories.”
A knock at the door startled them from their discussion. “Mr. Deucalon is here to see you.”
“Send him in Mrs. Tate. Go ahead and take lunch.” With a nod she walked off.
“Weird seeing her like that.”
“Mrs. Tate?”
“Yeah, I use to date her daughter. Well her adopted daughter, your daughter actually.”
“My daughter? I thought we were together.”
“Before.”
“Peter.” A smooth voice came from the doorway. “It’s good to see you, my friend.”
“Deucalion.”
“Who’s your lovely companion?” Deucalion purred, Stiles turned to him gasping to see a young fit man. A Casanova.
“This is Stiles. He’s just visiting.”
“I’ve never seen him before. Where are you from?”
“The future.”
Deucalion smiled a laugh threatening to burst through until he realized they weren’t joking. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Stiles waved his hand at him before turning back to appreciate the view of Peter leaning over to get a file out of his cabinet.
“Stop that.”
"Make me."
Peter let out a growl pivoting from his place approaching Stiles swiftly.