“Deweeeek!” Stiles whined as his belly hit the ground for the millionth time when he tried to run away. “Lemme go alweady!”
“Your father said till night fall.”
“I want nuts.”
“No more nuts, Stiles.”
“But I’m hungwy!” The little fox said, sitting on his hind legs and looking up at Derek with sad, large, pretty eyes as Derek rolled his and huffed.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“You can’t tell me what to do.” Stiles said, pulling his red hood over his eyes and looking as determined as he’d looked the last few times he’d tried to sneak away... as if Derek couldn’t see him.
“I’m your alpha.”
“You’re a wolf.”
“I’m your mate.”
“Not until I come of age.”
Derek couldn’t hide the shock that spread throughout his body. Playing the mate card had always worked with the tiny fox because Stiles wasn’t old enough to know what it meant... what it entailed. But it always seemed to work every time Derek was trying to get him to obey and the alpha bit wasn’t working. He could not believe someone had explained it to Stiles.
“Erica!” Derek hissed.
“Stop hissing. I’m going to tell my daddy you hissed, Dewek.”
Derek stared down at the tiny ball of orange fur that was horribly hidden in the red hoody and frowned.
“You’re still not going anywhere.”
“Deweeeeek!” He whined again, crawling away, as Derek reached forward and pulled him back.