#but its like. derek pov on his struggles and then he sees alpha stiles and at first he's pissed and refuses to joib the pack

[roughentumble]

like derek pov on always having wanted to be a beta and all the troubles he has trying to live up to the title of Good Alpha and failing that and having to go away and then giving up the alpha mantle to stiles and accepting stiles as his alpha who knows everything and accepts being directed by his alpha would be godly utterly godly

he's not even an attack dog he's a couch dog he just happens to be willing to bite if you break into his house an spook him

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Secrets Chapter 24: Panic Attacks

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Bailey's POV

It's been a week since the hunter attacked me, since Stiles and Scott found out I was a jinn, since I moved into Derek's loft and since I've gone to school.

Stiles hasn't talked to me since he stormed out. He ignores my texts and lets my calls go to voicemail. The only way I can somewhat get a hold of him is through Scott.

I was sitting on a barstool, staring at my phone. When I heard footsteps, I looked up to see Derek walking into the kitchen.

"You okay?" He sat next to me and looked at my phone. "You still debating what to say to Stiles?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"He's furious with me," I said softly, my voice getting caught in my throat. "I've never. . . I've never seen that look in his eyes before." My voice cracked as tears built up. I put my head in my hands and as the tears began to stream down my face.

"Bailey," Derek sighed as he gently put his hand on my back. "It's going to be okay. If I know anything about those two, they won't. . . They can't be mad at you for long."

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I was running through a few exercises that Derek and I had come up with, in the woods outside Derek's loft. I froze when I heard footsteps coming towards me. As the figure got closer, I used my magic to freeze them and suspend them in the air.

"Really, Bailey?"

I looked over and covered my mouth when I saw Derek suspended in the air. I tried to cover my laugh but failed as I watched the frozen werewolf scowl at me.

"This isn't funny," he sighed.

"You have to admit," I giggled. "It's a little funny."

He sent me another look before letting out a very audible sigh. "Would you mind letting me down? I actually came to get you. Something is coming."

"Something?" I asked as I carefully lowered him down. I bit my lip when he hit the ground with a grunt. He sent me a scowl as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"More like someone. Another pack is on its way to Beacon Hills," he explained.

"How do you know that?"

"I caught their scent. They're right outside the town. It's only a matter of hours before they find what they are looking for," he said, sending me a knowing look.

"Let me guess," I sighed. "The first jinn to appear in centuries."

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand. "We have to get you to safety."

I didn't say anything as he practically dragged me back to the loft.

I spent the rest of the morning, locked in the loft as Derek was out searching the woods. I jumped when I heard the front door open.

"Derek?" I said hesitantly. I jogged down the stairs but froze on the last step when I saw the defeated look on his face.

"Derek?" I said again, feeling nervous. I slowly walked over to the werewolf that was currently avoiding my gaze. "What happened? Are you okay? Your aura. . . It's negative."

He looked up at me, guilt in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bailey." He whispered.

"Sorry? Derek, what happened? You're really freaking me out."

"That other pack is here, but its worse than I thought."

"Worse?" I asked when he didn't continue.

"It isn't just a pack, Bailey. It's a pack of alphas."

"A pack of alphas? Why are they. . . What do they. . . You're saying that a pack of alphas is here, in Beacon Hills, for me."

"Yes," he said softly. "And they've already taken collateral."

"What kind of collateral? For crying out loud, Derek. Just spit it out." I said, starting to get angry.

"The pack took people they knew they could use as leverage."

My heart stopped as I studied his expression. I cleared my throat before asking, "Who did they take?"

"Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall."

"No," I said taking a step back. "Why. . . Why would they take them? Why didn't they just come for me?" I could feel my anxiety and my magic spiking, but I didn't care.

"Bailey," he soothed as he gently grabbed my shoulders. "I need you to breathe. Everything is going to be okay. We will get them back. I promise."

"Why did they take them?" I asked again, my voice barely audible.

"Because they know that going up against you alone would be useless. They couldn't beat you so they took people who are important to you. Sheriff and Melissa mean a lot to you, so the pack took them."

"What about Stiles and Scott? Did they take them too?"

"No," he said shaking his head. "I ran by the high school and they were both fine. Honestly, the pack was smart to take their parents and not them. This way, if something happens, both of the people who mean the world to you, your friends, would be left. . ."

I sent him a glare that instantly shut him up. I walked around him, heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" He sighed as he started to follow me. "You have to stay here. This is what they want. They want you to storm in, not thinking, so they can get the upper hand."

I quickly turned on my heel, catching Derek off-guard. "They already have the upper hand, Derek. They took my best friends' parents. I'm not going to let anything happen to them."

"What are you going to do?" Derek asked as I turned around and started to leave again.

"I've gotta talk to Stiles and Scott."

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I ran into the school, ignoring the many looks I got. I started to slow down once I got to their lockers. I closed my eyes and focused on Scott and Stiles. It didn't take me long to find their auras. I opened my eyes and headed to the boys’ locker room.

I didn't hesitate to walk in, smirking when I noticed all the boys look at me and jump to quickly cover their half-naked bodies.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Harrison?" Jackson yelled as he walked towards me. He reached to grab my arm, but I caught his hand. I twisted his wrist, putting it in a lock hold and smirked.

"Where are Scott and Stiles?" I asked.

"That's my good wrist," he whined.

"I asked nicely," I smirked. I gripped his wrist harder, making him yelp out in pain. "I only do that once."

He nodded his head to the left. I sent him an innocent smile as I let him go. "Crazy bitch," I heard him mumble as I started to walk away.

I instantly turned back towards him and punched him in the face. I smirked as the guys around us started laughing. I turned on my heel and walked around the lockers, looking for Stiles and Scott.

"Bailey!" Stiles jumped when I finally found them. "What are you going here?"

"You know you're in the boys' locker room, right?" Scott laughed as he finished pulling his jersey over his head.

"Yeah yeah," I said, waving my hand, dismissing that little fact. "Look, I really need to talk to you guys. It's important."

They opened their mouths to respond but were cut off by a whistle. I looked over my shoulder to see Coach standing outside his office, his whistle hanging in his mouth.

"Harrison?" He mumbled with his whistle still in his mouth. He spit it out as I innocently smiled at him.

"Hiya, Coach."

"What the. . . Why are you. . . How are you?" Some boys snickered as he stuttered. I glanced over at Stiles and Scott when Coach asked me how I was.

"Oh, you know," I shrugged. "I've been better."

Coach just nodded as he looked around at his players. I held back a smirk as he cleared his throat. "Everyone on the field. . . I guess. Except you, Harrison. You can. . . Do whatever the hell you want."

I playfully saluted him as he just awkwardly nodded and quickly headed outside to the field. Once everyone else had left the locker room, I turned towards Scott and Stiles.

"Look," I sighed. "I know you two are royally pissed off at me and you should be. In fact, I kind of have another reason for you to be mad at me. But. . . I need your help."

I held my breath as they looked at each other. "With what?" Scott asked.

"There is a pack of alphas camping right outside town. The thing is. . ."

"They're here for you," Stiles mumbled, cutting me off.

"Yes." My heart sank when I noticed he was looking just about everywhere but at me. "And what I'm about to say is going to make you both hate me more than you already do."

"We don't hate you, Bailey." Scott sighed as he glanced at Stiles who still wouldn't look at me. "What happened?"

"They took collateral. To force me to give myself up." Stiles briefly looked at me before focusing on Scott.

"Collateral? What kind of collateral?" Scott asked.

I bit my lip as I struggled to find the right words. I opened and closed my mouth, my eyes watering.

"Bailey," Scott said gently, making Stiles finally look at me. I was looking at Stiles as I finally was able to speak.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice coming out barely a whisper.

"What was taken?" Scott asked as I didn't look away from Stiles.

"Not what," I stuttered, slowly shaking my head. "Who."

I could feel my hands shaking as I saw the realization flash across Stiles's face. My heart sank as he took a step back. "No," he said softly.

"I'm so sorry," my voice broke. "I promise, I am going to get them back."

"Them?" I looked over at Scott when his voice broke. "They took my mom too," he said calmly. I just nodded. I looked down to see my magic slowly starting to get out of control. Scott noticed it too.

"Bailey," he said gently, quickly jumping in front of me and grabbing my hands in his. "It's going to be okay. We are going to get them back without turning you over to them. Just breathe. Think about that riddle Derek taught you."

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Three things that can not long be hid. The sun, the moon, the truth." I repeated that a few times before opening my eyes to see Scott smiling at me.

I let out a sigh of relief when I looked down to see my hands had gone back to normal. "I promise," I said looking up. "I am going to get them both back. Nothing is going to happen to them. Stiles. . ."

I looked over at him but stopped talking when I noticed he was in a daze. I glanced at Scott before letting go of his hands and walking over to Stiles.

"Stiles?" I said gently. I bit my lip when I noticed he was having a panic attack.

"My dad," he muttered.

Without thinking, I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look at me. "Stiles, I need you to breathe."

"I can't. . ." He stuttered.

"Yes, you can. Breathe with me. In. Out." I continued to breathe deeply and slowly, Stiles trying to follow me. My eyes narrowed when I noticed he wasn't breathing. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to his.

I instantly felt him freeze. It took him a few seconds before he reached forward and gently grabbed my waist. I was the first to pull away. When I did, he was looking at me confused.

"How did you. . ." I heard Scott mumble from behind me, but I was too focused on Stiles who was looking directly at me.

"I promise, Stiles, nothing is going to happen to your dad. I am going to find him and I will do whatever it takes to bring him home to you." I gently brushed his bangs out of his face before dropping my hands and turning on my heel, running out of the locker room.