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“Damn Scott, what do you want because you staring at my back, while I’m working out makes me feel uncomfortable?” Derek said without even looking behind him. Scott was shocked at the realization that he was staring and shocked himself from his daze. “Sorry, but um what does that tattoo on your back mean unless you just got that tattoo for like no reason.” Scott said making no eye contact at all but instead shifts his eyes all around the train car hoping something else would catch his attention. “Why are you here again I don’t remember asking you to be here so early.” Derek had been working out in silence but then Scott just came out of nowhere and it shocked him to notice Scott there without his knowledge but he didn’t let that faze him so he continued to work out acting as if he didn’t notice Scott to begin with.
And when Scott was giving his reasons; Derek rolled his eyes and just scoffed: starting to think if all of his pack had gained the habit to appear out of nowhere that he would have to make them wear bells like Stiles had always advised to him.
He smirk thinking about Stiles the boy had always found ways to get under his skin; whenever he would talk to Stiles he would always receive a witty and sarcastic remark that always brought something about werewolves, dogs, creeping, or him just being a ‘Sourwolf’ whatever that meant. The times when he would catch Stiles staring at his lips he would obviously smell the arousal but said nothing about it. He was happy his wolf had considered him his mate the idea of sharing a bed with Stiles even made him shift his pants.
But when Scott seemed to be finishing his reasoning he wiped the smirk from his face and began to put back on his shirt; decided to bring his attention back to Scott and listen to the end of his sentence “…so are you going to tell me what your tattoo means.” Scott finally looked up under lashes to gauge Derek‘s feeling about his question but still didn’t see anything from Derek on his brooding face.
Derek pondered for a second at what he should say maybe he should just buzz of Scott but since he decided to join the pack a little while after Jackson’s whole revival he might tell him what his mother told him when he turned thirteen. “Okay Scott, so the tattoo is a coming of age symbol given when the alpha of the Hale pack recognizes the wolf as a beta-” Scott asks “But wait if you were born in the pack wouldn’t you already be in the pack.” Derek furrow his brow at Scott’s interruption, but it was a good question so he sighs and began to answer his question “The reason why I would still have to do get the tattoo because it’s for coming of age meaning it’s out of tradition for those born into the pack. So now that I gave you my answer will you let me continue to what I was saying before?” Scott nods.
“SO the wolf is recognized as the beta of the pack turning from omega to beta and if possible the wolf can become an alpha. The three legs of the tattoo symbolize equality that all wolves have those can become either a beta, alpha, or omega the tattoo is to show belonging to the Hale pack nothing more, nothing less.” With that Derek drops the topic.
But he can still see Scott’s puzzled face he was pretty sure he describe the tattoo simple enough that even a ten year old could understand. It really made him wonder how Scott has lived this long and how he even made it to his senior year. The only answer that came up inside his head was a face just sprinkled lightly with moles and light brown doe eyes that gave a sensitivity of intense and energetic and a smile that picked up his heartbeat. He knew he had to leave Scott sight if he was going to start thinking about Stiles.
Scott didn’t seem to have much concern when he was left him in the train car alone with his thoughts and Derek didn’t get very far away he decided to sit on the dingy bench next to the stairs in the abandon subway.
Derek didn’t tell Scott that the tattoo had also symbolized that the alpha of the Hale pack has two mates and that the mates would be equals to him in the view of the pack but as the alpha he would be the one to lead.
Then his thoughts turned to his second mate he never understood why his wolf had picked someone who could be such an asshole to everyone and sometimes he would be a bastard in every sense of the word. But he could recognize the aesthetic of his second mate the way his hair always lightened to a softer blond color in the sunlight, the way his eyes had that tense light tint of blue, the subtle cleft in his chin, and the smirk that just gave way to his confidence and self-satisfaction.
The problem was that Jackson was already eighteen he had to figure out how he would be able to get Jackson alone, but also how would he have Stiles too. His wolf wanted both of his mates but he had to decide how he would go about getting them both. But another problem was the extreme distaste his mates had for each other he knew that if he threw Jackson and Stiles in a room together that both of them would be at each other’s neck within seconds of sharing a few words.
Then he realized that his whole pack was waiting in front him to snap out of his daze of deep thought so that they can start the pack meeting that was set for today.
After the pack meeting, he noticed people leaving in pairs obviously there was Scott and Allison, Boyd and Erica, but what followed was weird because he saw Isaac and Danny but he didn’t know they had gotten close without him seeing any signs. He looked in the corner to find Lydia fighting with Peter about something and then when she was leaving Peter followed shortly after throwing a mischievous grin. But then his attention had focused on his two mates they were sitting on the bench he had sat on before. They were arguing it sound as if Stiles was winning because Jackson was saying less and less with every comeback, but it took a few words from Jackson; and Stiles had this distraught look thrown and then scoffed while getting up, and walking away saying nothing. Stiles was breathing in and out loudly just to keep himself calm from being an explosive time bomb and gave one more look at Jackson before walking all the way upstairs in which Jackson gave the cheekiest smirk in his life. After that Stiles had already driven away and Jackson was getting up to leave.
“Jackson” Derek said having his back to the train car and looking sternly at Jackson he saw the way his mate froze, and his smirk dropped, his face met the floor he had a conversation with Derek about pushing people away and that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to revisit. “I’m sorry okay I didn’t mean to be an asshole to Stiles.” And that was first time Derek heard Jackson say sorry and it shocked him for a second but he regained his composure. “Jackson, I want to see for some extra session with me alone.” That was the moment when he smelt a slight scent of fear and he knew he had to make sure to tell Jackson it isn’t to punish him. “Jackson I am not going to scold you I just want to spend some time you with as something else as your alpha so you won’t look at me with that terrified look half the time.”
Then he smelt confusion of his mate and was thrown a questionable look trying to gather what was his alpha’s attention with these extra sessions and in response he shrugged. “Ok Jackson you will meet me at the house at 3.”
And with that the conversation ended and Derek had a date tomorrow at three.