New story! And it's a Sterek! This was written as a birthday present for a friend (who will remain nameless) who asked for this type of scenario and I would like apologize if it's not so good. Alpha/beta/omega dynamics as well as m-preg are not really my forte and I probably won't be writing a lot of them, but I was asked to and I never (try) to let down a friend! LOVE YOU BABE AND I HOPE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED! :')

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It is written in Were Law

That there will come a time for each heir of royal blood to choose a mate.

Someone to live with, someone to love with, and most of all,

Someone to breed with.

The mate choosen will be honored, taken care of and most of,

Unconditionally, loved.

This is the rule of the kingdom.

This is the law.

Stiles Stilinski sighed as he shined the largest and oldest plaque in the Royal Collectables room. After he was done shining the rest of the decrees, he still had to dust the pictures, sweep the floor and wash the windows. "Stupid chores." He muttered as he moved onto the next one. "I'm the son of the head of Royal Guard, not a palace servant."

"Would you stop complaining?" A voice from behind him spoke up. He turned to see his friend Isaac across the large room, halfway done with his third plague and bright blue eyes glaring at him. "This is all your fault that we're doing this in the first place. 'Oh no, Isaac. No one will care if we track mud through the castle. Our fathers are first and second in command of the guard. What are they gonna do? Give us chores?' And that's exactly what they did. They gave us chores!" Stiles rolled his eyes. So maybe entering the main ballroom completely caked in mud from the forest hadn't been one of his best ideas, but it wasn't like it was the first time he had done. This was just the first time he had been caught because of it.

"Don't know why they went all ballistic about it anyway." Isaac continued. "It was just a bit of mud. And the servants had all of it gone within seconds." Stiles rolled his eyes and shrugged. His father had gone ballistic when he heard, grounding the two boys (even though one wasn't even his son) and putting them on Castle cleaning duty. (even though neither of their families even lived in the main castle. Families of the guard lived in small but cozy cottages a few yards behind it.)

After handing Isaac over to his father, (Stiles noted that the young blonde had looked absolutely terrified even though his father had appeared completely calm) Royal Guard Commander Stilinski lectured his son angrily about how being the older of the two made him the mature/responsible one and that he should be looking after Isaac and not leading him into trouble. Stiles had felt bad then, knowing just how much the 16-year-old looked up to him, even though he himself had just turned 18. Stiles could have told the poor boy to jump into the alligator invested moat and he would have done it without a second thought. Stiles had apologized and promised to do better, and mentally swore that this time he would actually stick to it.

He pulled himself from his thoughts and responded to Isaac just as he moved to start dusting the first portrait. "It's probably because of the mating ceremony coming up." Isaac stopped moving and nodded.

"Right. How does that work exactly?" Stiles looked the other boy up and down.

"Didn't your private tutor explain the whole process to you? It's part of their job that they tell the history of the kingdom, especially something as important as the Mating Ceremony." Isaac shrugged.

"She tried but she was kinda old and I didn't want to discuss it with her. Every time she tried to bring it up, I would ask about something else until eventually I told her I'd ask my dad and she finally let it go."

"So why don't you ask your dad?" Isaac sighed and crossed his arms.

"We're not close like you and your father, Stiles. It's not really something I want to talk to him about." Stiles nodded and sat down on the floor, patting the spot next to him. Isaac quickly (but not too quickly to seem obvious) walked over to sit beside him.

"Alright. To put it simply, The Mating Ceremony is a tradition across the world of Weres used in order to find the mates for the heirs of the King and Queen." Stiles spoke, making sure to motion towards the large framed portrait of King and Queen Hale. "Even if an heir, was never meant to rule, the still have to have a mating ceremony in order to find a mate. "As you know, King and Queen Hale have three sons-"

"Prince Jackson, Prince Scott and Prince Derek." Isaac interrupted. Stiles nodded.

"Yes, Jackson, Scott and Derek. Now instead of doing the usual thing which would be to pass on the kingdom to the firstborn son, King Hale decided that he would split his very large kingdom into three parts: The Eastern Kingdom, The Western Kingdom, and the largest part, The Northern kingdom. Scott being the youngest, gets the Eastern section, Jackson being in the middle gets the West, and Derek claims the northern." Stiles said now pointing at a map of the kingdom painted on the ceiling of the room. He looked over at Isaac and had to bit back a smile as he saw that the other boy was hanging onto his every word.

"The Mating Ceremony has three official parts." Stiles continued holding up three fingers. "The Choosing, The Bonding, & The Wedding. Part one: The Choosing. Every single male and female omega between 18 and 26 able to bear, will present themselves before the eligible heir for the first time on the heir's 21rd birthday. They will continue to present themselves every year until they are too old or the heir chooses a mate."

"What if the person chosen doesn't agree?" Isaac interrupted. Stiles shrugged.

"It's not so much about you agreeing, so much as your Were agreeing. If the omega in you connects to their alpha or beta, you get mated. You can hate the person with every fiber in your being, but if your Were likes theirs, then your kinda out of luck. I don't think that's ever happened though. I've never heard of a situation where the Were and the human side didn't agree in mating." Isaac nodded and motioned for Stiles to pick up where he had left off.

"Once a mate has been chosen, the next thing that happens is part two: The Bonding. The first part is usually filmed and televised through the kingdom where the two stand before everyone and make vows to always care for each other, always protect each other and a bunch of other crap. They toast, they bite each other, and then they kiss and the television part shut off. This ceremony takes place during the heat week of the omega in order to insure that they will indeed want to have sex with the heir. After the television part is over, they go back to the heir's room and bond by knotting. Do I have to explain that part too?" He asked teasingly and grinned when he saw Isaac's face turn bright red. The younger boy shoved him and they both laughed.

"I know what knotting is, thanks. And that's the actual bonding part of it right? The knotting?"

"Yep." Stiles replied. "Mated for life. Once the heat week is done, comes part three: The Wedding. Pretty self-explanatory. They have a wedding, get married and then they live happily ever after. Supposedly." Stiles stood up and Isaac followed suit, the two walking towards the back wall where five paintings hung in neat and precise rows of three.

The three at the top Were baby portraits of the three princes; Jackson on the far left, light brown hair falling into blue eyes. Scott on the far right, a playful smile gracing his innocent face under chocolate brown eyes, and in the middle was infant Derek, Hazel-green eyes looking into Stiles' soul. Under those three were paintings of the Princes on their 21st birthdays, dressed to the nines in their outfits for their first Mating Ceremonies; Jackson looking as regal as possible, Scott goofily smiling at the camera and Derek once again appeared not to be smiling or frowning, but his eyes drawing all focus as if trying to read everyone and everything through just his beautiful pupils. Stiles cleared his throat and turned back to look at Isaac beside him.

"Two years ago," He started. "On his 21nd birthday, Jackson found his mate in Lydia Martin, 22 and a baker's daughter." He said pointing to the third and final picture of the middle prince, where he and a petite redhead stood side-by-side in fashionable wedding attire, neither looking at each other as they smirked, but Jackson's clear hold on her waist as well as hers on his tie conveyed enough of a message, even through a painting.

"Last year, on his 21st, Prince Scott found Allison Argent, daughter of a blacksmith, 19." He said pointing towards the picture to the far right, where the portrait of Scott and Allison hung. Unlike Jackson and Lydia however, Scott and Allison were not only facing each other, but were looking so deeply into each other's eyes that Stiles always felt that he was intruding on a private moment if he stared at it for too long. He finally turned to the empty space in between the pictures.

"And this," he said motioning at the empty spot. "Is where the picture of Prince Derek and his mate will go when he finds one. His birthday is in about two weeks and everyone's been a little insane about it, since all his brothers are wed and he isn't and he technically isn't allowed to be king until he has found a mate to rule beside him in order to balance him out." Isaac nodded and Stiles clapped him on the back. "And that my dear friend, is the history of the Mating Ceremony. Now let's get back to work. I want to get this down before dinner or dad's gonna eat all the good stuff and leave me with the veggies." Isaac nodded and the two went back to what they had been doing before. Neither boy spoke as they worked together to finish the room and it wasn't until they were done when Isaac spoke up once more.

"You're an omega right?" Stiles turned at the question.

"What?"

"You're an omega, right?" Stiles shrugged.

"Yes, and so are you. Why?"

"And you're 18?" Isaac continued. Stiles stopped, the bucket he had been putting away on a shelf, frozen in his hands. He nodded.

"Considering the fact that you planned my surprise party, you should know that I am."

"And you carry the male gene to bear?" Stiles shifted uncomfortably and put the bucket in its spot. Yes, he carried the rare gene trait, but it wasn't like it was rare to the point where it hadn't been heard of. More than once in the past, a male heir had taken another male as the mate to bear his offspring. While it wasn't the norm, it wasn't really a taboo either.

"Yeah. So?"

"So…you could be mated by Prince Derek." Stiles stared at the other boy in shock before shaking his head and returning his attention to the pile of dirt that he'd been collecting on the floor.

"Keyword being could. But I won't."

"What makes you say that?" Isaac asked, almost instantaneously. Stiles quickly searched his brain for an answer.

"Well there's the fact that he's half Greek God and I'm paler than milk-"

"Mating's about your Weres agreeing, not looks-"

"And I'm not going anyway." He said cutting Isaac off. Isaac looked confused.

"And why not? I thought it was mandatory-"

"For everyone except the children who work directly for the Royal Family itself. It's almost a diplomatic immunity of sorts. I don't have to go, Erica, the cook's daughter doesn't have to go, Boyd the Royal designer's son doesn't have to go and if Derek isn't mated in two years when you turn eighteen, you don't have to go either." Isaac fell silent and Stiles returned to putting the cleaning supplies in their rightful places, only to have the younger male pipe up once more.

"So what are you gonna do instead of going?" Stiles stretched and shrugged.

"What I usually do. Sleep, eat and bug my dad for details about the latest dead body." Isaac rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his grin.

"I don't know, Stiles. I have a good feeling about this year. Something tells me Derek's gonna find just what he's looking for. After all fourth times the charm." Stiles scoffed but couldn't ignore the way his heart sped up a little at the comment.

Whatever, blondie. Now put those away, so we can get out of here. There's a steak at home with my name on it and I refuse to let you be the reason I can't have it."

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