Becoming an Alpha wasn’t something Scott had ever planned on and now that it had happened, well, he was finding it more than a little overwhelming. He was doing his best at the moment, trying to keep his pack together or just really figure out who was in his pack and who wasn’t. That’s why he’d initially shown up at Derek, to figure out if the older werewolf saw him as his Alpha, accepted him in the role or not. Of course Scott had come across Derek in his loft when he’d been apparently fixing things up from the last time this place had been damaged from another attack. Which is how Scott got to this, trying to talk to Derek about all of this only to get distracted when the tank top came off and Derek’s sweat glistened body came into full view - showing off just how powerful he looked, his arms as big as Scott’s head and a chest that stood proud. He was built like a Greek God and Scott couldn’t help but feel a flush to his face and his mind becoming distracted as he gazed at him. He snapped out of it when Derek spoke, brown eyes widening in surprise at his choice of words. “What? I...Derek, I’m being serious here” Scott tried to get back on to the topic he came here to discuss. Swallowing a little when he flexed for the new Alpha, Scott liked to think he took care of himself and was strong but Derek was a whole other category. “And since when did you start calling me by that nickname? Either way I came here to talk about something important Derek. I’m an Alpha now and that’s something we need to discuss, whether you accept that or not.”