𝓢𝓲𝓷 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓹𝓼 - 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓢. 𝔁 𝓜!𝓞𝓒 𝔁 𝓜!𝓞𝓒

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"Because he fucking deserves it, he disappears and comes back saying that you're his mate, then he just cheats on you with Scott of all people!" Lydia yells again, Stiles can practically fill her anger through the phone.

"It's fine Lydia, really." Stiles says, and it is, he doesn't even feel anything towards Derek.

"No it's not Stiles, you've been crushing over Derek for so long, you finally had him, how are you not crying and screaming?" Lydia asks.

"Because I've grown up Lyds, I'm too exhausted for all of this, I'm not going to let Derek fuck up my life even more just because he can't be loyal. I'll just stop dating until I find my mate." Stiles rants.

Lydia is quiet for a little, her head processing the words she said. "Wait, are you saying that you're-"

"I'm a dark Kitsune, I'm like Kira, just a little different. She's coming here next week to help me understand more." Stiles finally admits.

"So Derek was never your mate? But you were his? I'm confused." Lydia shakes her from the other side of the phone.

"I might've been his mate, but I might've not." Stiles shrugs.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lydia asks.

"It means that Derek lied to me about being his mate, he probably did it for Scott, to distract me. I've seen the text messages, the night I left, was the night I found out that Derek only came over to distract me from pack night the pack was having." Stiles explains.

"And where was Malia, Liam, and Kira?" Lydia asks, anger boiling over.

"Don't get mad at them Lyds, I'm pretty sure they had no clue, they would've told me about the pack night, I trust them." Stiles says sincerely,

"Fine, if you say so, but I have to go. My mother is helping me pick out clothes." Lydia says.

Stiles let's out a chuckle. "You're always clothes shopping."

"I know, but between me and you, you're the best person that I've ever brought to help me shop for clothes." Lydia says with a snicker.

"I'm flatter Lyds, bye talk to you later." Stiles says. "Wait!"

"Yeah?" Lydia says confused.

"Promise me that you won't fly all the way back to Beacon Hills just to yell at Derek." Stiles says, it's quiet again, too quiet. "Lydia?"

"No promises, bye." She says before hanging up.

Stiles sighs as he closes his phone and throws it onto the couch, he falls onto the cushions and looks down at his shaky hands. "Fuck, breathe." He whispers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

His fist clenches together before they relax and all the tension in his body slowly seeps out, when he opens his eyes, he sees two bright red orbs staring back at him through the turned off TV, before they slowly fade away.

Stiles lets out a sigh before getting up and heading towards his room so he can start his assignment on his laptop.

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A couple of hours later and it's nighttime. With a groan, Stiles closes his laptop and leans against his chair, he rubs at his face before yawning.

His eyes slowly trails to the open window in front of him, he looks up at the half crescent moon. Nights like this Stiles just wishes everything will go back to how it was before he went into those woods. He just wants to live a somewhat normal life, find his mate, be happy with them and just enjoy life.

Movement in the corner of his eye is what catches his attention, his eyes slowly move to it and they soon widen.

Across from him, is an apartment building, the curtain is open and he can see inside the house, he knows it's weird, but he sees Otto and Arlo sitting in the room.

Arlo has his back facing the window and he looks shirtless, Otto looks like he has a cotton long sleeve on that's big enough to drape pass his hips and cover his naked torso.

He sees the two lean in and start to kiss.

His eyes widen even more before he lurches forward and quickly closes his curtains, of course the two hot guys are dating. I mean, it makes sense, they're both hot and both ride motorcycles, they're perfect for each other.

But Stiles can't help the sudden jealously that rises in his chest, his eyebrows furrow as he leans back on his chair. "Why am I jealous?" He whispers to him.

He has absolutely no reason to be jealous, it makes no sense to be, he barely knows Arlo and Otto, yet he can't help but still fill jealous.

He looks towards a book on his desk and that's when his eyes widens in realization.

"Holy fucking shit."

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