The world… it’s building… 😳
After counting to one thousand, Derek started his pursuit. He exited the library and began following the path set by his human.
The Alpha practically bounced with excitement. Instinctively, he activated his preternatural senses and began scanning the environment for his companion’s unique metaphysical signature.
But he stopped himself before he could ruin the fun. Rather than using his superhuman abilities or advanced technology, he opted to track Stiles using old-fashioned techniques. He was a romantic Alpha, after all.
Derek would, however, use his Elevated Resources to document the rest of his night, for the sake of nostalgia.
“Jack, activate live footage capture.”
“Activated,” his virtual assistant, Jack sounded bored. His tone vibrated unpleasantly in Derek’s mind.
This is what I get for purchasing a mind-slave from a discount retailer..
“I am sorry, Jack. I meant no offense,” he assured the disembodied voice. “Admittedly, I am a little bit nervous. I want the rest of the night to go perfectly. I believe tonight will set the tone for my lifelong companionship with Stiles.”
“Sure, whatever. May be I excused, Master? This isn’t really my thing.”
How did I get stuck with such a bitchy assistant?
“I heard that, Master! Bitchy? First of all, I’m not bitchy. You’re just an asshole. And for the millionth time, I LIVE inside your mind and can hear your stupid little thoughts, which SUCKS MAJOR BALLS…and NOT in a good way.”
“I’m not finished! With all due respect, Master, your ‘sweet little human’ clearly thinks you’re a lunatic! AND I AGREE WITH H-”
“Silent mode.” Derek huffed, looking around to make sure nobody witnessed the embarrassing exchange—even though half of it happened in his head.
He was quite fond of Jack, believe it or not. Bitchiness and all. Jack was his only friend, aside from his uncle…and his new companion.
But Derek’s reputation as an Alpha would suffer if anyone observed the unconventional dynamic he shared with his bratty mind-slave.
“I am sorry, Jack. But it is your own fault I had to enable silent mode.” Derek said earnestly. “Your bitchiness was ruining my vibe. I will unmute you once you have sufficiently unbitchified yourself.”
Derek steadied his nerves. It was time to track down his companion.
“The time of day is 1:34 AM,” Derek dictated. He tried his best to sound steady and confident, like a proper Alpha. “I am engaging in a traditional game of chase with my new companion. His given name is Stiles. However he has indicated interest in acquiring a new given name, in addition to a new last name, Hale, obviously. Which is my last name. Anyways, I digress. I will now begin my pursuit of Stiles.”
Derek kneeled down, examining the ground for indications of Stiles’ whereabouts.
Unfortunately, Derek located Stiles in a matter of minutes. He was hiding behind a shrub, breathing heavily.
“It appears my meek little human is winded after sprinting a few yards,” Derek offered his commentary. “Though he displayed a few impressive instincts, his inferior human body could not rise to the demands of the challenge.”
It was quite disappointing actually. Sure, Derek was the best hunter in his colony and he did not anticipate any difficulty pursuing a common human. But five minutes? It was the quickest hunt of his life. “I will definitely be enhancing my companion’s physiology in the near future”
Derek had wanted to indulge the chase, savor the thrill, commit the experience to memory so he could recreate the sensations in the bedroom with his earthling, over and over again.
A five-minute endeavor had no place in his bedroom.
“Although I have found my companion with ease, I will take my time before subduing him,” Derek said.“Judging by his earlier actions in the library—such as evading my questions and resisting my touch—the human clearly wants to be pursued. I believe the Earthlings call this approach ‘playing hard to get.’”
The Alpha opted to observe from afar to see what the clever little human would do after regaining his strength. Somehow, Derek could sense Stiles was formulating a plan.
Whatever plan he might have been concocting was interrupted by an unexpected newcomer. His protective instincts surged as he noticed a pair of headlights approaching his boy. As the driver came into view, he noticed a man wearing a tacky costume. Based on Derek’s prior research about Earthling societies, he recognized the attire as a cheap imitation of the uniforms typically worn by law enforcement officers. Perhaps this man is an impostor with dubious intentions.
“Jack, deactivate silent mode.”
“Jack, amplify the audio.”
Guy: “Stillinski? What’s going on?”
Stiles: “Officer. Security guy. Whatever. Jordan. Hi. Thank goodness. My hero.” HE IS NOT YOUR HERO. I AM YOUR HERO. “Crazy library man. Tried to kidnap…my sweet ass.” TALKING TO ANOTHER MAN ABOUT HIS SWEET ASS?
Guy: “Slow down, buddy. Take a breath.” OBEYING ANOTHER MAN’S ORDERS?? “Now take a sip of water.” The imposter offered his bottle to Stiles.
“OH FUCK THE HELL NO!!!” Derek snarled, abandoning all restraint. He sprinted at full speed with a single-minded drive to protect the love of his life from the nefarious imposter.
He could no longer hear the surveillance audio over the sound of his own heartbeat.
To his horror, the impostor’s small vehicle roared to life and accelerated away at a surprisingly formidable speed.
“NOT AS FORMIDABLE AS MY LOVE FOR—”
Mid-stride, Derek was enveloped in a beam of bright light and pulled into the sky.
He blinked a few times and took in his familiar surroundings. He was in his uncle’s teleportation room.
“Peter! What have you done!? Send me back immediately!”
“What have I done?” Derek’s uncle responded calmly. “What have you done?”
“Peter this is an emergency! My companion is in danger!”
“No he’s not.” Peter rubbed his temples. “You should be thanking me. Actually, you should be thanking Jackson for intervening. If it weren’t for him, you would have incited another interstellar incident.”
A holographic projection of mind-slave appeared next to Peter, arms folded with a smug expression.
“Jack. You are a traitor. And a bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah…You’re welcome, Master.” His assistant rolled his eyes, somewhat fondly.
“Alright,” Peter rubbed his hands together. “Let’s see if we can clean up this mess. Jackson, please collect the two earthlings and deposit them into Enclosures 3 and 4.”
Surprised by his uncle’s words, Derek rushed out of the room and sprinted around the corner toward the Captivity Quarters.
With perfect timing, he entered the room just as brilliant white started to dissipate to reveal two disoriented earthlings encased in glass cages.
One of which was the love of his life.
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