After being forced to go back to the bedroom by Derek, I lied on the bed for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling. The dark swirls on the wood allowed me to come up with patterns. So far I had a whale, a Ferris wheel, and popcorn. That last one made my stomach rumble. Maybe I should have eaten the food that Derek prepared for me.

No!

No, I was right to be my stubborn self. If he wanted to be an ass and kidnap me all because I was interested in Jackson instead of him, then that's by no fault of mine. Besides, he gave away my Jeep to Peter. Peter of all people! He was probably picking up whores off the street and getting the seats all crusty. And my dad, my poor dad, thought that I ran away from home, all thanks to some psycho ass love-obsessed animal. Great…

Little shards of hope dwelled in me, thinking that maybe Scott would be contacted by my dad, shown the note, and then smell Derek's scent on it. Then he'll tell my dad it's not true and then there'll be a search party organized for me. Yeah, I shouldn't get my hopes up. Scott's my bro, but he's not the brightest kid out there. Maybe the rest of the pack would notice that something doesn't quite add up about my disappearance…unless they're in on it.

They could be, I mean, Derek's their alpha. If he ordered them to be quiet about him kidnapping me, then they'd obey. I groaned. Plus, Scott found his mate in Allison, and Boyd found his in Erica, so it's safe to assume that they'd support anything Derek did trying to win me over as a mate. Crap, this sucked ass!

Jackson didn't choose me as a mate, but maybe he'd feel inclined to protect me. Obviously he likes me since he asked me out on a date. That seemed to make me feel a little better. Maybe Jackson, or even Isaac, would help me out because they're not blinded by the mating fairytale bullshit.

Who am I kidding?

There's no way that they'd rebel against their alpha unless they wanted their asses to get handed to them. I sighed and shoved my face into the pillow that oddly smelt too much like dog. Groaning, louder this time, I realized that Derek made sure to put his scent all over the bed that I was being forced to use. Awesome, now maybe I smell just like him, like a piece of his fucking property.

It looks like the only way out this situation is to run away while Derek is out or asleep. Maybe I could do that. If it was when Derek was out, getting groceries or whatever, then I could just go out the front door and leave all merrily on my way. Well, unless he drugs me again. However, if Derek's asleep, then I could just tiptoe out the door or maybe even use a window if I have to. Then I'll just have to watch where I step until I'm a safe distance away from the cabin. In order to get home, I'll just follow the road until I reach a town or a car. Those both seemed like the perfect plans!

There was knock on the door and I jumped a little. "Yeah?" I called.

"I think we should talk," Derek said from the other side. "May I come in?"

Of course I wanted to deny him access and go back to scheming. However, I think everybody knows that would just end in something bad. And I'll admit it: wolf-Derek is pretty damn terrifying. "Uh, sure," I said, although I'm willing to bet my left nut that Derek could hear that it was a lie.

Nevertheless he came in the bedroom, closing the door behind him. The light from the lamp cast shadows over his face, making him look even more sinister than before. He took a seat at the foot of the bed, letting me have my space for once, when he turned away from me, showing me the back of his head. His black hair was pretty messy, like he didn't a chance to run gel through it today.

"I wanted to let you know that earlier, what happened downstairs, was only a fluke," he said. "I'll try to maintain control around you more." After that he was silent, only presenting his wife beater-covered back to me.

Really? He thought all the tension between us was because he wolfed-out? "Correct me if I'm wrong, Derek," I snorted, "but isn't kidnapping your mate kind of a no-no?" Seriously, the only kidnapping love story that I know worked out in the end is Beauty and the Beast, but I don't think I'm sexy enough to qualify as the Beauty in that scenario. Plus, there were no talking furniture in this cabin to keep me company while Derek broods off on his own.

A sigh came from Derek and he rested his face in his hands. He rubbed at his face, the sound of his scratchy stubble resonating in the small bedroom. "I guess that's a fluke too."

Awesome! He just admitted that kidnapping me was a mistake! "Then just let me go and we can carry on like this never happened," I said, jumping off the bed in excitement. This was perfect! I could go home and continue my life as I was before. Then I'll graduate high school and go to a university far away and Derek can do whatever the hell he wants as long as it doesn't involve me. I began to search for my shoes when Derek grunted.

I glanced over at him, seeing his eyes locked onto mine.

"It's not that easy, Stiles," he muttered.

My shoulders slumped and I froze in my tracks, the carpet's fuzz tickling the skin between my toes. "How come?" Of course. That was just my luck. Things were never easy for me.

Derek narrowed his eyes on me. "You know why," he spat, upper lip curling.

I scoffed, eye twitching in frustration. "Why? 'Cause you think you're in love with me?" I asked. I stepped closer to him so that he could see my anger. "I used to think that I was in love with Lydia, but once she moved, I realized it was just a fascination. Maybe if I left then-"

Derek unleashed a low growl, effectively shutting me up. "Like I said earlier, you're here so that I can convince you to love me back. I'm not letting you leave until then."

I bit my lower lip to keep from bursting out in anger and thus pissing off the werewolf even more. My body slumped onto the ground and I sat criss-crossed, leaning back on my palms. My first instinct was to just tell Derek that I loved him, even though I didn't. However, that plan immediately shattered when I remembered that he could hear my heartbeat change whenever I lied. God, I really hated that power of his. My escape plans flashed into my mind, and I realized that I'd have an easier time escaping if Derek was out of the house. Hence, if he were truly my mate, then he'd want to do anything in his power to make me happy.

"I want my iPod," I said.

Derek scowled. "Why?" Why would he scowl at that request? Could he already sense that this was all a ploy?

"It has my music on it, and I like listening to my music," I explained, careful not to add a lie in there. It was really tedious having to watch my every word around Derek, lest he figure out my ulterior motives. Shit, he was like a walking lie detector.

He sat in thought for a little bit and finally nodded his head. "You can just use mine," he said. "I can't go back to Beacon Hills right now, I'm sure you understand why."

"Yeah, I understand," I moped. I understand that he didn't want me to be happy at all! That sadistic freak!

Derek glanced my way, seeing my hung head and got off the bed. He walked over to me, his bare feet covering the distance in a shorter time than I took. He stopped in front of me, raising his hand as if to pat my head, but froze and let it drop.

"We need to talk about something important, Stiles," he grumbled.

I looked up at his face, which as beet red with either embarrassment or frustration. I couldn't tell which one it was. "About what?" I wondered.

Derek pursed his lips – so it was embarrassment! He cleared his throat and shuffled his feet a bit. "Um, do you remember what I told you about mating last night?" he asked. He scratched at the back of his head, his bicep bulging in the process.

"You mean before you date rape drugged me?" I asked, giving him a little eat-shit smirk.

Derek huffed. "Yes, Stiles, before that. Do you remember or not?" he demanded, crossing his arms in front of his chest, obviously getting impatient with me.

Of course I remembered. I kept thinking that it was funny that we were all getting the werewolf sex talk. Who wouldn't remember that? "Yeah, I remember."

Derek gave a curt nod. "About the part when a werewolf's mate is a human?"

"That the human my not feel the bond at all? 'Cause I gotta be up front with you, Dude. I don't feel anything at all. Earlier I was a little sick, but that was because of the date rape drug. And now I'm just hungry. So yeah, so far those are the only things I've felt around you," I said.

Derek pinched the skin between his eyes. "Then you should have eaten like I told you to," he groaned. "Anyways, I meant about the part with the whole 'securing the bond' thing."

Securing the bond…that did ring a bell. Hm, it was about something. Wait, it was about sex! Derek was alluding to that fact that he wanted to deflower my asshole! Did Derek seriously expect me to give up the goods after he kidnapped me? Really, was this guy for real? There was no way I'd ever give myself over to Derek Hale. I didn't want my first time to be with a psychopath whose idea of romance was to kidnap a guy he thought was his mate.

"You wanna have sex with me," I accused.

Derek's eyes grew wide and he began to stammer. "Well, y-yeah I do," he stuttered. "But that's not the point, the point is…well, it's kind of hard to explain. Do you remember when Scott first phased into a wolf and his wolf was in control, almost like Scott was a different person?"

I nodded. Of course I remember that too. The douche tried to kill me in the locker room!

"Well, in the past, I'd have Peter chain me up, or I'd do it myself even before that, in order for my wolf to not do something I might regret while he was in control for the full moon." Derek turned away from me and walked over to the bed. He took a seat on it, this time closer to the pillow that I had rested my head upon.

"But I thought that you had better control," I said. "I mean, you don't eat people, right?"

Derek sighed and once again pinched the skin above his nose. "No, Stiles, I do not eat people." He took a deep breath and continued on. "The point is, the mating bond is instinctual and the wolf inside of me acts on instincts. Are you starting to get it now?"

I have to admit that I have absolutely no clue what this guy is getting at with this conversation. "You lost me," I shrugged.

"Oh my God," Derek moaned. "Okay, try to pay close attention, because this is very difficult for me to explain to you."

"Okay."

"On the full moon, my inner wolf with take control. Now, said wolf acts on instincts, and I've mentioned that the mating bond is instinctual and that the wolf will do anything in order to keep their mate by their side-"

"You never mentioned that last part," I interrupted. Seriously, he didn't and he's acting like he already did with the whole saying 'as I mentioned earlier' bit of his speech. I'm just saying, he should be telling the absolute truth if I have to.

Derek clenched his fists and began to grind his teeth. His eyes flashed red for a moment and then he cleared his throat. "May I carry on, Stiles? Or do you have something else to add?" he asked in a controlled voice. I could tell he wanted to yell, but was holding back his anger.

Actually, there was something I wanted to add. "Does the TV downstairs get cable or satellite? 'Cause I want to watch Animation Domination on FOX, if that's okay with you," I said. Seriously, I always tuned in every Sunday night to watch those hilarious cartoons. Then on Monday, I'd use the jokes in class, making the rest of the students think I was ever so witty and hilarious when it came down to comedy. When in reality, I was just kind of a copycat.

Derek snarled, his crimson eyes making another appearance. "Either you mate with me consensually or I'll just pin you down on the full moon!" he growled. "Your choice." He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at me.

My jaw hung low and my eyes grew wide.

"Oh, and there's no channels available. I do have a DVD player though and some movies."

So let me get this straight: not only do I have no TV except for movies, but I also have the choice of either willingly having sex with Derek or being raped by his werewolf ass? Well, that sucks. "When's the full moon?" I asked, hoping that I had a lot of time in order to hatch a plan to get myself out of this psycho situation. I didn't want to give my virginity to Derek! Originally I wanted it to go to Lydia, but now I kind of wanted Jackson to have it. But not Derek!

"Three days," Derek stated.

"Three days?!" I yelled, jumping up onto my feet. I had to have sex with Derek before three days or else his wolf was going to force it on me? This was the worst thing to ever happen to me. At most, I thought that the hardest thing in my life would be paying the bills, not having to do it with a dog!

Derek didn't say anything and instead continued to look down at me, trying to tell what I was thinking. I'm sure he knew that I didn't want to have sex with him within three days because his features softened and his sighed. "Sorry, Stiles. But it's just one of those things that mates do," he said.

My jaw quivered, voicing the silence created by the shock I was feeling in my body. I tried to tell Derek that I didn't want to have sex with him, that it wasn't right, but no noise came out of me. I even considered crying, making playing with his heartstrings so that he'd go back to chaining himself up somewhere. Apparently he did it the two years we've known each other, so I don't understand the harm in doing it again. He should be used to it by now. Plus, what kind of bullshit excuse was "it's what mates do"? Really, that's a low blow. I didn't want to be his stupid mate!

At most, Derek telling me this just emphasized that I needed to leave this place in three days' time, the sooner the better.

"Stiles," Derek said, using a voice full of authority. It was his alpha voice that he usually reserved for Scott whenever he did something stupid…which was a lot. "I think you should keep in mind that I will find you, no matter where you try to hide."

How the fuck did he know what I was thinking about? "I know," I said. I had no doubt in my mind that Derek could find me. He had super strength, speed, and just overall super-human abilities that tremendously outweighed my puny human skills. However, that wouldn't stop me from trying. Not in a long shot.

Derek stretched his arms over his head. "Alright then," he yawned, "I didn't get a chance to sleep last night. Spent it all driving here."

Wow, we were really far from Beacon Hills then.

"So I'm going to take a nap, wanna join me?"

I grimaced. "No."

Derek lounged on the bed in the bedroom. I know it shouldn't have come to a shock to me, but I was immediately disappointed when it became clear that he intended for us to share this room and bed.

I sighed and began to shuffle my feet over to the door, figuring that I'd just watch some movies or something while he slept.

"Where're you going?" Derek asked. He slid his shirt off and tossed it to the ground, getting under the covers.

"I'm gonna watch a DVD since there's no satellite!" I huffed. I walked out of the room and moved to slam the door shut in anger.

"Don't close the door!" Derek called out from the bed. The lamplight turned off. "I want to be able to hear you, so keep the volume down a little." This bitch was talking to me like I was child who needed to have an eye kept on them twenty four-seven. This sucked!

"Yes, Sir," I mumbled, stomping down the stairs. Once I got to the TV, I saw a stack of maybe six (it was seven after I counted them) DVD's, all of them horrible! They were the serious Oscar winning movies, with almost no comedy to them at all. Instead they were full of real-world themes and problems, lacking a radioactive monster or pot-smoking shenanigans. As if being forced to stay here couldn't get any worse!

I sighed and wanted to beat my head against the floor in frustration. Derek's light snoring managed to echo throughout the empty house, reaching my ears with no problem. That fool got to sleep all peacefully while I was forced to decide between Boring DVD 1 and Horrible Movie B. He was probably having the time of his life, keeping me trapped in this house while he got to spout all this bullcrap about me having to have sex with him within three days or else his wolf will force me. I'm willing to bet that his wolf wouldn't really force me, but that Derek just wants my nuts that badly.

Then I perked up. Derek was asleep.

Derek actually fell asleep, leaving me in the living room to do as a pleased. This was my chance! I could escape now! Yeah! I can't believe that it's going to be this easy.

I didn't know where Derek put my shoes, and I was too excited at the prospect of getting back home to care. Therefore, I decided that I could just rough the outside ground barefoot. Besides, worst case scenario: I find a road to walk along.

Practically skipping to the front door, I couldn't stop thanking God that I was given this chance, and without a lot of work too. Down the entry way and up to the wooden door, I grasped the doorknob in hand and gave it a twist. The bolt was left undone and the lock on the knob just clicked undone as I turned-

The security alarm went off, blaring its shrieks throughout the house. It was high pitched, like one of those European police sirens and I had to cover my ears with my hands. My heartbeat rose and my forehead became drenched with sweat. The way I saw it, I had two options: 1). Run like fuck outside and get caught by a very pissed off Derek, or 2). Stay put and when Derek comes downstairs, apologize like a little bitch. I think I'll go with option two.

I figure that no matter what happens, I'll definitely face some kind of punishment. I just really hope that it's not some kind of sick, dominatrix punishment thing. There's no way I could hit by a whip and just take it.

It didn't take long for Derek to be all up in my face after the alarm went off. I had heard a loud, menacing growl that sent chills throughout my soul. Then about one second after, I was face to face with a furious Derek, with the red eyes and protruding fangs. Holy shit. He was going to chase me down in his wolf form, totally prepared to hunt me down like I was prey to him.

I did the first thing that came to mind. I gave Derek that head-bob that douchebags do on TV to acknowledge one another. "Hey Derek," I sheepishly said, having to speak a little louder to be heard over the alarm. "Uh, this door was open, so I thought I'd close it."

Derek snarled in my direction and then walked over to the key pad on the wall next to the door that I had somehow not seen at all earlier. Wow, I should pay more attention to things. He flipped over the plastic cover and quickly punched in the code, standing in the way so that I couldn't see the numbers. The alarm stopped ringing and then Derek shut the door, doing both the bolt and the lock on the knob.

My brain told me to do something and quick. I had no idea how to disarm a pissed off werewolf. My first idea was to just find that extra ketamine that he was talking…wait. Derek had said that he had ketamine in here, well not specifically. However, he implied it when he threatened to give some more to me. Therefore, next escape attempt, I just have to put that gunk in his drink! Plus, the great thing about date rape drugs is that they're odorless. Well, that's good or bed, depending on how you look at it. I'll say good mainly because I consider myself to be a glass half-full person.

Now, all that leaves is just figuring out how to get the wolfed-out Derek in front of me to not maul me. I guess he wouldn't exactly maul me since he fooled himself into thinking that he was in love with my hot ass. However, there's no doubt in my mind that he might bump up the securing the bond from three days to right here, right now. Now I don't want to have sex with Derek in the first place, but if I had to, I'd rather do it on a comfortable bed instead the hardwood floor. And with lube, not going in dry. The smart thing to do was show submission, especially because Derek's an alpha werewolf. However, there was that little pride hidden away in my colon that told me that submitting might be conceived wrong, therefore I went with a different tactic.

I propelled myself forward, slamming my body into Derek's boxer-clad only bod, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling myself into him. I hid my face into his neck, smelling the musky man scent that surrounded him, but there was also a hint of pine, or something woodsy in there as well. His skin was surprising smooth feeling, despite all the body hair on it. I hated to admit it, but holding Derek's body close to me was rather comfortable.

Apparently Derek found it comforting too. I felt his arms wrap around my torso, squeezing me even tighter into him. He even began to nuzzle me, his mighty chest vibrating as he let out a purr-like growl, most likely to show his approval with what I was doing.

Sure enough, my plan totally worked. By hugging Derek, simply by showing him the slightest amount of affection from his mate, I've managed to weaken the feral wolf into a cuddly puppy. He managed to get back into his safe(er) human form, putting away fangs and all. I made it! I totally saved my ass using my body!

Derek's nose traced itself over my cheek, moving to rub along with mine. "Stiles," he almost whispered, yet there was still that trademark harshness in it.

"Huh?" I asked, turning to look at his face.

As soon as I did, Derek leaned forward, pressing his rough lips to mine. The stubble on his face scratched up my skin, making me feel itchy, yet leaving an imprint of his presence there as well. The feeling left behind by his not-yet beard left me knowing that Derek was all up in my grill.

At first I was shocked, unable to move as the larger man took over my mouth, his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I almost let my guard down, the feeling of Derek's calloused hands on my back, his harsh mouth on mine, his stubble rubbing my face raw. However, I knew deep down that I couldn't let him win. If I did, then there'd be no way I'd be able to escape, effectively trapping myself here to lose my virginity to a werewolf that kidnapped me.

Therefore, I pulled back, earning a loud growl from Derek. His eyes narrowed at me and his grip tightened on my body, yanking me back into his hard body. "Upstairs," he growled out, pulling me with him in the direction of the bedroom.