Episode 1:
Stiles clutched the wound at his side as he ran through his hotel’s hallway. He tried one door after another begging he would find one open before a rival gang member found him vulnerable. His phone rang and he groaned as he picked it up. “Duke’s man is on my tail. Take care of it!” He groaned as he pushed his shoulder against another door and it gave way. “I don’t care. Just make sure he is captured.” He hung up the phone and ducked into the closet as he heard someone come out from the shower.
Derek sighed and wipped the towel over his face. He picked up his phone. “Hello? Yeah, I just need to finish getting dressed. I’ll be down in a moment, cousin. Can’t I get a moment to relax on my wedding day?” He chuckled. He knew he needed to get married to receive his parent’s estate but he wasn’t really sure about joining forces with the Argents. “Yes, Malia! I’ll be down in five minutes.” He sighed and opened the closet door to grab his tux. He froze looking into two beautiful brown eyes. “What the fuck? Who are you?”
Stiles gulped looking at the naked man in front of him. “…um.” He was not really sure what he was supposed to say. The gorgeous man looked familiar but he could not really place him. He could hear him talking but his words seemed to float away.
Derek waved his hand in front of the other man’s face and growled. “Who are you? A thief or a perv? Either way I’m about 30 seconds from calling the cops.” He turned his head as he heard the door of his suite opening. “What the…”
Did Duke’s men find me? Stiles cursed as grabbed his hand and pulled him into the closet, covering his mouth. “I promise I’ll explain everything, but I need you to stay quiet for just a moment.” His heart stuttered as he stared into the man’s eyes. They glowed a soft blue, and Stiles could swear he had seen those eyes before.
Derek growled, pushing the smaller man away. “What do you think you’re doing?” He paused, hearing a familiar voice outside.
Kate giggled, running her hands over her older lover’s chest. “I may have to marry Derek today, but you’ll always be my chosen lover.” She moaned as Peter kissed her hungrily.
Derek raised a brow looking between the closet door and his captor. “That sounds like my fiancée.” He whispered, struggling to get out of his grasp. “Is she with another man?” He growled.
Stiles sighed as he let him go. It obviously was not Duke’s men and he could tell This man needed to confront whoever was in his room. He kept behind as the man burst out of the closet.
Derek gaped at the sight in front of him. “KATE! What the fuck? You’re cheating on me on our wedding day?” He growled ready to shift and strike at the people in front of him. He had just discovered his uncle and his fiancée making out in his bed. “How long has this been going on?”
Peter chuckled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. “Calm down dear nephew. It is not as bad as it seems.” He wrapped his arm around Kate’s waist and pulled her into his lap. “I’m sure we can work this out amicably.”
Derek stalked closer to the couple. It was taking everything he had not to shift and lunge at the two. “You have got to be kidding me. You’re fucking the woman I’m supposed to marry and you want us to ‘work this out?’” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “The wedding is off. Get out of my sight.”
Kate laughed, standing in front of the werewolf. “This is an arranged marriage, Derek. Remember, you can’t inherit your family's estate without getting married before your 25th birthday. Which, I shouldn’t have to remind you is tomorrow.” She crossed her arms and glowered at him. “So what if I found a real man to satisfy me. You’ve never even touched me.”
Derek growled. “I’ll find another way. I’m not going to marry my uncle’s whore.”
Stiles watched the interaction from inside the closet. Of course he would find himself barging into the newly wed suite of his hotel. And he had interrupted the groom, Derek Hale. This wedding had been all anyone could talk about for months. The largest werewolf family in California was marrying into the largest hunting family in three states. He glowered as Derek’s so called uncle took a threatening step toward him.
Peter growled, shifting slightly as he walked up to his nephew. “Do not speak to her like that. I am your Alpha until you marry today. Who do you think you are?”
Derek growled, his claws slowly making an appearance. “You will never be my alpha, Peter. You’ve only ever been alpha in name. Laura left the power to me. “Take your whore and get out of my room.” He flinched as he saw Peter’s claws coming at his face but a hand swept out, catching the older werewolf’s wrist.
Stiles glared at the older man. “I suggest you do as your nephew advises. I will not hesitate to call security. I own the auto shop next door and I am sure they would love to hear that a werewolf is attacking one of the guests here.”
Peter yanked his arm back from the mechanic and shifted his gaze between the man and his nephew. “Why, dear nephew. You are full of surprises. Hiding men in your closet? I had no idea you had it in you.”
Kate stomped her heeled foot and glared at her fiancée. “Is that why you’ve never touched me? You fuck men? And you had the audacity to call me a whore for having my own lover? ” She took a long breath and began fixing her hair as she glared at Derek. “It doesn’t matter. Have all the male lovers you want. I don’t care. We will go down there and get married. I’ll see you in five minutes.” She shrieked as she turned and stormed out of the room.
Peter laughed, as he made to follow her. “She is a spitfire.” He winked at his nephew. “Finish up with your boy toy and hurry down to the wedding. I know you’ll make the right choice.” He smirked and closed the door behind himself.
Derek groaned and sat on his bed. He let his face fall into his hands. It wasn’t that he had lost a great love with Kate, but he had expected a certain level of loyalty from the marriage. “What are you still doing here?” He glowered up at the mechanic still standing in the middle of his room.
Stiles shrugged. “I figure you need someone to talk to, or to sneak you out the back of the hotel. Either way, I’m your best bet.”
Derek let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “No, I have to go down there and explain to several hundred guests that the wedding is off.” He looked around the room and then at his naked chest. He blushed deeply. “Fuck, I need to get dressed and you should go.” He stood taking The younger man’s arm and guiding him out of the room. He glanced down and saw blood soaking through his white shirt. “I neither care or know why you’re bleeding, but get that wound taken care of.”
Stiles was about to object when the door slammed in his face. He turned his head and let out his breath as his right hand man, Scott, walked up with Ennis in handcuffs. “Get rid of him and send him back to Deucalion as a message. I will not tolerate him messing around in my territory.” He stared back at the door that held Derek Hale on the other side. “I have some new business to attend to. Derek Hale is in trouble.”
Scott raised a brow at him. “The Hales have not been in our area since the fire.”
Stiles nodded looking into his friend’s eyes. “It seems they have returned and things are going to be much more interesting this afternoon?”
Scott nodded and smirked. “Don’t get over your head. We don’t usually deal with pack business. We had a treaty with Laura Hale, before she died three years ago.”
Stiles shrugged. “Well, they are in my area. It is my responsibility to protect her younger brother. After all, I owe him my life.” He licked his lips. “Get Ennis out of here. Put a bullet in his pretty little head, and make sure Duke knows it was me. I don’t want to tell you a third time.”
Scot nodded, dragging the rival gangster away. “Sure thing boss.”
Stiles smirked and nodded. “Oh and Scott? Make it a clean shot. I do not want to clean too much blood out of my hotel.”
Scott laughed. “Whatever you say boss.”
To be continued…
(Episode 2)
