Derek Hale

Derek huffed as he removed the door of his home from its hinges, the peeling red paint marred by the alpha pack's mark. They were coming. And two members of his pack were missing. Peter wouldn't be any good in a fight. Scott was too love sick to be of any help either. Derek only had Isaac... yeah. They'd /totally/ be able to fight off a pack of alpha's.

He sighed as he leaned the door against the porch and picked up the sand paper to begin repainting his door. He hated their mark and wanted it gone.

A truce. When King Hale was offered a truce in a war that lasted far too long, Derek was eager to look into it. Their kingdoms had warred for years, decades. Each side had lost a Queen. Derek lost both parents to this. His older sister... So it was left to Derek now.

And Derek wanted peace. So he met with the rival King. And when King Stilinski offered his only son... his omega son to the werewolf King, Derek was interested. So he agreed. It would be insurance that his father wouldn't try to attack anymore. If he did... Derek could do what he wanted to the young omega. But it would also unite their kingdoms if the omega became pregnant.

Things could get better between their kingdoms. It could go well. So Derek waited for the teen to arrive. He could be the thing to make their peace final.

Today was the day the omega would arrive and the Alpha was surprisingly nervous, fiddling with his clothing as the carriage from the rival kingdom pulled up with his prize... insurance inside. He stood tall at the top of the stairs leading to the front entry of his palace as he watched the carriage pull up. Derek let out a deep breath, waiting to lay eyes on his omega.