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The Wolf Den was bustling as Peter entered, Derek trailing a couple of paces behind him. The dance floor was crowded, and the club was full of music and the hum of chattering patrons. Bodies moving against each other on the dance floor, groups chattering at tables and booths and the bartenders were working hard to keep up with the demand.
He waltzed over to his private table, lounging in his booth, arms spread over the back of the booth. Derek wandered over to sit at the bar, close enough to intervene if needed.
Peter had quite a lot of business to attend to. Lydia hardly let him off easy, making sure that he was meeting new vendors or with someone in the community.
A glass of Cabernet was placed in front of him.
“You come here often, Pretty Wolf?” Peter smiled, looking up at his mate, who was looking very satisfied with himself.
“I’ve been known to pass through, here or there” Peter purred, leaning forward in his seat. He could see Stiles’ exposed neck, and the lovely bruising his mouth had left behind the other night. “I do wonder, do you buy just anyone drinks or is it just me?”
Stiles snorted, “Who says I bought it?”
Peter raised an eyebrow, amused. “I suppose you didn’t have to purchase it”
Stiles leaned over the table, “Actually the man over at the bar bought it. Should I be jealous?”
Peter glanced over to the bar where there was indeed a man sitting. It was Peter’s turn to snort this time.
“I mean you can be, darling, but I would think you’d know that” He pointed over to the bar, “Is not my preferred type. That would be Mr. Argent, I have a meeting with him, and it would appear he is being cheeky about my tardiness”
“Oh naughty alpha, keeping a meeting waiting?” Stiles tutted, “Shall I let him know you’re ready for him?”
“No need, darling” Peter purred, taking Stiles hand and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Derek can do it”
“Then I’ll get back to work” Stiles said, gently extracting his hand with a wink, before turning and heading back over to the bar. Peter could barely contain the appreciative growl at bay as he watched Stiles retreat.
“Hale” Peter looked up at the man, salt and pepper hair, neat beard, dressed in nicely fitted jeans and a flannel.
“Argent” Peter gestured for him to sit. Chris took a seat, setting his own glass down on the table. They sat opposite of each other, silence stretching between the two. There was a lot of history between their families, though Chris had very much proved that he was not one to blindly follow his family’s legacies. They had gained a rather civil, if not mildly grudgingly, partnership.
“I was surprised to hear that you were looking to meet with me so urgently. What would you like to discuss?” Peter asked.
“It would seem that there was an ‘animal attack’ that happened the other night at the edge of your territory.” Chris said, “I was hoping to check into whether or not you were aware”
Peter raised an eyebrow, jaw clenching slightly. “I can’t say that I was aware”
Chris took a drink “I figured, you’re usually pretty on top of things most of the time. I was surprised when I came across it. Might be a rogue in the area. I would have tracked it last night, though I wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with the mangled corpse that was also found, about 3 weeks ago”
Peter smirked over the rim of his wine glass, rethinking the joy of getting to take apart the roach that touched his mate. “Unrelated, I assure you. Though I will be more than happy to help you look into the ‘animal’ problem”
Chris stared at him for a long beat, before nodding “I’ll let you know if I hear anything”
“I appreciate that,” Peter said, simply.
He let his eyes wander over to the bar, eyes settling on Stiles as he worked, effortlessly conversing with customers while mixing drinks. It was Isaac and Erica with Stiles at the bar tonight. Though oddly enough, Peter did notice Liam sitting over on the quieter side of the bar, chatting with a floppy haired brunette that looked vaguely familiar.
“I’ll be on my way out then” Chris said, knocking back the rest of his drink, “I’ll be in touch Hale”
“Of course, Argent”
Peter sat alone in his booth, sipping on his wine as he let his mind wander. His thoughts going to the sweet boy of his behind the bar. He still couldn't quite believe that Stiles was his mate, that he could now act upon all the impulses he had for him. Could kiss him, hold him, ravish him. That Stiles was his now.
That someone currently had a hand on his Stiles.
The alpha’s eyes flashed as he saw the man lay his hand on Stiles, grabbing his ass as he walked by to deliver drinks to a table. Peter could see Stiles face, the annoyance and rage in his eyes, though his expression didn’t change. Their eyes locked, red meeting amber. The amber eyes rolled, though a smirk twisted onto his lips. Stiles’ gave him a look as he went about dropping off drinks at the next table.
With a green light given, Peter stood, rolling shoulders back, and carefully adjusting his blazer, before stepping out, over to the bar.
“Is this seat taken?” Peter asked, keeping his voice charmingly cheerful for the moment.
The man looked up, giving him an odd look for a moment, before giving a noncommittal grunt, clearly uninterested in conversation. Peter took the seat, signaling Erica for a drink.
“Pretty little thing, working at the bar, isn’t he?” Peter asked.
“I’d like to know what that mouth can do,” the man smirked.
“New around here?” Peter asked, taking a long look at the man.
The man shrugged. “Passing through”
“Have you met the Alpha of the area yet?”
The man snort, “Not here that long”
“I only wondered, because you just grabbed the ass of his mate,” Peter said, taking a sip of the whiskey Erica had just served him with a knowing look.
“No self respecting Alpha would let his mate run around like that,” The man snorted, “Or maybe the alpha isn’t enough for the little slut”
Peter smiled, a mean smile with far too many teeth, “You wanna say that again?”
The man turned to him, looking annoyed and ready to repeat himself, when Peter flashed his alpha red eye. He froze, mouth going slack.
“Now, you just touched what’s mine, and disrespected me and my mate, in my territory and my bar” Peter said, voice getting colder and more lethal with every word. “And I also have a sneaking suspicion that you might have been what my meeting was just about, ‘animal attack’ that happened last night. Now I was having a rather good night, before you decided to come along, so here’s your options. Leave now, out of my bar, out of my town, tonight. Or you can stick around, hell, go ahead and touch my mate again, and you can see what happens when my good mood goes down the drain. But I promise you, in only one of those options are you walking out of here, breathing. Your choice”
The alpha almost laughed at how fast the man left the bar. He sent a text to Chris, letting him know he most likely found the source of their ‘animal attacks’ and if Chris would like to be sure the problem was handled, that he was more than welcome to take care of it.
“My big bad wolf” Stiles smiled, carding a hand through his wolf’s hair, “You huffed and you puffed and you blew the big man away”
Peter rolled his eyes, leaning into his mate’s touch. “Nobody touches what’s mine”
A soft smile took over Stiles’ features. “Yours”