A man of constant sorrow, that's what he was. Every few months he would listen to Erica beg and plead and moan as her Alpha, Stiles' boyfriend fucked her senseless knotting the poor girl. Filling her with his seed. And Stiles would crawl inside a bottle until the time came that the heat had broken. Often, Derek did make her see stars and with good reason too. Derek was a skilled lover. Men and woman he knew how to make them pop. Once she had broken down and asked her Alpha, "Do you do this every day?" All he had to say in response was a straight faced,"Often." Before fucking her into oblivion and leaving to go back to Stiles with a cold, "I do it how I want it."

Time had been cruel to Stiles in the sense that every day, every week, every month, every year had made Derek more and more restless in the relationship he happened to be in. Not that he would ever leave him, no the Alpha would never let go of the boy that had been his since sixteen. Every year though Stiles would drink himself a little further into the bottle until it wasn't just the one bottle he was finishing. Of course he covered it up well but when you learned all the tricks from your father at an early age it comes easy enough. Now, even the time he spent with Derek was tainted with the dread Stiles felt with the steady approach of every new heat. Always on time. Just like clockwork. He had known this would happen eventually and had been awaiting the moment from the very beginning with a sort of sick worry. Erica and her stupid omega heats had managed to create a baby, no doubt Derek's baby.

She wasn't the only one though. Stiles was pregnant too, because of his spark and all the wishing. All the praying. All the believing that he could give Derek a son had finally made it true. He had found out from Deaton, had been promised secrecy from the mage. From one spark to another. Not that Derek knew or cared for that matter seeing as he was standing stoically face betraying nothing as he commands Stiles to leave the Beacon Hills territory for two and a half years for the sake of the baby that was growing inside of Erica's womb. Derek chose his Omega over him, but what else did he expect really. Pack would always come first and with his spark Stiles could never be a wolf. Just like Lydia could only ever be a banshee, but he had honestly thought that he had a place among these wolves if for nothing but their shared experiences. Apparently not, looking at each wolf with dry eyes of an outsider Stiles considered his would be family for a final moment.

"You are going to stay with the O'Conner pack for the following two years and nine months. You leave in the morning."

Command was the only word for it, there was no room for argument or negotiation. Just acceptance and compliance to the Alpha's wishes. "Do you understand Stiles?" Eyes hard and lacking the sadness and tears that Derek had expected when he had prepared to have this conversation instead there was just the cold scent of resignation in its place. All Derek got in response was a single nod before the boy turned and walked out of the newly renovated Hale house without a word shocking everybody except Peter. Peter who then turned on his nephew teeth bared in a snarl spitting out, "You really don't see what a huge fucking mistake you just made dear nephew."

"I'm doing what's best for the pack, and that includes Stiles. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing Erica go through her pregnancy. Watch as I dote on her and the child that is MINE." Snorting in derision Peter looked his Alpha in their red tinged eyes before saying, "I'm not letting him go alone. So say goodbye to two pack members. You'll be lucky to get him back after this Derek, very fucking lucky." Stalking off after Stiles, Peter knew that nobody had expected that. Storming out he glared at one wolf in particular, and while Erica had her head hung into her Alpha's neck it was one Scott McCall that bore the weight of one Peter Hale's glare. Eyes wide and wet staring back at the older wolf Scott looked on pleadingly as if asking for it all to be not true.

He couldn't believe his nephew was that pigheaded, to send away one of their most valuable members to another pack, alone even. At the mercy of these new wolves who would no doubt discover how bright his spark could shine and try to convince him to leave the Hale pack for good. Which he had every right to do. To seek comfort in the arms of anyone that would have him, after being turned away from those he loved and thought loved him back. He made it outside just in time to watch Stiles' trademark jeep pull out of the driveway Peter's eyes focused on the fact that Stiles' eyes were dry. No trace of salt to the air. Nothing to give away how hurt the boy must be feeling, though there was something different to his scent. Something that Peter couldn't quite place, something familiar that niggled at his senses.

It wasn't long before Stiles made it back home, going straight up past his father to his room packing up suitcases with all of his clothing and any books that he may need ignoring his father's worried calls of his name. Stilling only when a hand landed on his shoulder Stiles shuddered out a breath not bothering looking back as he said two words, "I'm leaving." just as a knock sounded at the door downstairs.