Characters: Derek Hale x Reader
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: swearing, jealousy, mild violence, mentions of blood, mention of sex, typical Derek threats
A/N: Derek is an alpha, his whole pack is alive and well because they deserved better damn it. Scott is also an alpha with his pack. All live in Beacon Hills in harmony. So yes, this is an AU, and I like to live in it as canon. <3
Summary: When you’re human, having a semi-relationship with an older alpha werewolf is hard. Having a semi-relationship with said older alpha who turns out to be de-aged by a random witch, is even harder.
You couldn’t stop pacing. You were already on your 10th lap around the McCall living room, clutching your phone in your hand as you waited for a call from your best friends. You knew you should have went with them, you knew it deep down in your bones something bad was going to happen.
“It was just a simple check around the nemeton, I should have fought harder to go.” You grumbled, kicking the edge of the carpet in annoyance.
“Derek forbade it.” Lydia mused, cackling as she ignored your glares and continued to paint her nails.
“Derek, isn’t the boss of me.” You huffed, sitting in the chair across from her.
“Says the girl that is sitting down. In the house. Where Derek told her to say.” Lydia raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you, and you narrowed your eyes.
“I stayed behind because– well because–”
“Because Derek said, and I quote, ‘I just want you to be safe Y/N, please.’ End quote.” Lydia’s taunting smile seemed to grow and threw your best Derek inspired scowl in her direction.”Besides, everything’s fine. I would feel it if anyone was dying.”