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Stiles hated the weeks leading up to his heat; he’d get emotional over anything, feel obsessively horny and tired at the same time, and he absolutely craved attention from Derek. The primal part of him wanted to be praised and acknowledged that they were in fact the best choice of mate for their alpha.
Currently, Stiles was fighting the urge to rush into Derek’s workplace and sit himself on his lap. He knew if he gave in he’d be disrupting Derek from very important work stuff and he had noticed him being a bit more stressed out than usual. Maybe a phone call wouldn’t hurt?
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and sat upright on the couch, he knew the number to Derek’s office by heart and quickly dialed them. The phone rang three times before Erica’s voice filtered through.
“Hale & Co., this is Erica speaking, how may I help you today?”
“Hey Erica, it’s Stiles, do you know if Derek’s busy for lunch today? I thought I’d make him something and bring it up to him.”
“Let me check,” Stiles heard Erica’s nails click across the computer’s keys, “Nope, looks like he’s got a free lunch today. He seemed a bit stressed earlier so this should be a nice surprise.”
“Thanks Erica, see you in a bit then.”
Stiles felt giddy and his omega finally calmed down at the thought of providing for their mate. He decided he’d make chicken pasta and got right to cooking. By the time Stiles finished, his mouth watered at the smell and his stomach growled. He quickly placed the steaming pasta into tupperwares and into a lunch bag. He grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and placed them into the side pockets.
By the time he got to Hale & Co., he felt the omega in him overjoyed but peeved by all the different smells that lingered in the air of the lobby. He could pick out Derek’s distinct pine and needle scent and he felt himself relax a bit. He waved to Erica as he walked towards the elevators. He began to grow impatient, feeling the desperate urge to touch Derek bubble up in him. He almost keeled over when a fresh burst of his alpha’s scent washed over him. The omega in him began to whine, urging him to walk faster towards their destination.
Finally, Derek’s large office doors came into view and he almost cried in relief. He opened the door to be greeted with the view of an unfamiliar woman leaning over towards Derek a bit too close for comfort. He saw Derek smile at something that was whispered into his ear and Stiles felt his heart sink. He hid the lunch bag behind him, why? He didn’t know.
‘Only we’re allowed near our alpha, who in the hell is that bitch?’ he thought immediately.
Derek looked towards the intruder and saw it was Stiles, he cleared his throat and the lady stepped away from him.
“Hey Stiles, what are you doing here?”
Stiles felt himself shift in place, “Uh, Erica said you didn’t have lunch plans so I thought we could eat together?”
Silence filled the air and Derek awkwardly cleared his throat,
“Sorry, I’m going to be eating with Ms.Blake today to go over business. She invited me just now.”
Stiles felt his eyes tear up, had he not been so emotional he would’ve been just fine but the omega felt rejected.
“Sure, sure, that’s not a problem at all. We can eat dinner later,” he replied in hopes of placating his irrational worries of being abandoned.
Just as Derek was going to say something, Ms.Blake butted in,
“Oh, so you’re Stiles. I’ve heard quite a bit of you from Derek. Also, I’ve already told you to call me Jennifer, Ms.Blake makes me seem so old.”
She gave a light laugh as she ran a hand over Derek’s arm. Stiles' eyes were drawn to the gesture and he felt a burst of anger in his chest.
He plastered a smile on his face before replying, “Hope it wasn’t anything bad. Anyways, I’m just going to go ahead and leave, I don't want to take up too much of your time. See you later Derek and it was so nice meeting you, Jennifer.”
He closed the door with a slam and all but ran to the elevator and began to rapidly push the button. After an eternity, he stepped in and tried to take in a deep breath which resulted in too many thoughts flooding his mind. He felt his vision blur and his breaths grow shorter, a high pitched whine came out from his throat and he couldn’t stop the sobs that poured out.
He hated this so much, Derek was mated to him. He wasn’t going to just toss him aside. When he reached the final level, he tumbled out and tried to walk upright. He once again collapsed onto the floor and heard the clacking of heels grow near.
“Shit, Stiles, what’s wrong? If Derek did or said something to you, I’m going to kick his ass.”
She wrapped her arms around Stiles, whispering soothing words into his ear. It didn’t take long until he felt himself calm down. He began to let out soft laughs,
“It’s so dumb, it’s the stupid heat hormones making me over-emotional,” Stiles said. “I wanted to have lunch with him, well, I made him lunch but turns out he had last minute plans to eat with some lady named Jennifer and my omega didn’t take too kindly to that. We felt like we were being rejected for someone better.”
“Oh Stiles, Derek chose you and he’ll always choose you. If you want, I can take my lunch break now and we can eat together.”
“It’s ok, you don’t have to do that. I’m honestly fine,” Stiles gave a shy smile to Erica.
She stared intently at his face before saying, “Fine, just let me know when you get home, ok?”
“Sure, and would you like a homemade meal for lunch?”
Erica smirked, “Oh really? For me? I’d be honored.”
They finally rose from the marble floor and Stiles took out one of the tupperwares filled with pasta.
“Holy shit, this looks amazing! Derek is missing out. Thank you.”
Stiles blushed, “You’re welcome, also, here’s a water in case you get thirsty and here are some napkins and a fork.”
“Ok, mom, thank you.”
“Hey!”
Erica cackled and gave him one last hug. She walked back to her desk and waved at him as he left.
When he stepped out, he felt lighter but the thoughts wouldn’t leave his mind. He hurried back to the apartment and put away his portion in the fridge. His meltdown made him lose his appetite and the couch looked awfully tempting. Before he knew it, he was falling into a deep slumber.
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When he woke up, his stomach began to contort in painful cramps. He glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 6pm. He checked his phone for any messages from Derek but nothing, he should’ve been home by now.
He heated up the abandoned lunch from earlier and gobbled it down in a couple bites. He then realized he forgot to message Erica when he got home.
‘Stiles: Hey, sorry I forgot to message u earlier. Fell asleep :P’
Stiles set his phone back onto the counter and looked towards his and Derek’s bedroom. He grabbed his phone again and dialed Derek’s number. After a couple rings, it went straight to voicemail.
‘He doesn’t want us, he doesn’t need us.’
Stiles became irritated, sending him a follow-up text.
‘Stiles: Where are you? You were supposed to be home a while ago and you’re not answering your phone.’
In a fit of rage, he threw his phone at the wall and watched as the screen shattered. He was broken out of his trance and quickly picked up his phone to survey the damage. The screen was completely fucked.
He felt prickly in his clothes and too warm. This wouldn’t be happening if he’d just told Derek he could feel his heat coming a couple days ago; he’d had irregular heats growing up and as much as he’d tried to keep track of when his heats occurred, he couldn’t. He really thought he could handle the upcoming weeks on his own. He hated feeling so fucking helpless.
He left his broken phone on the table and trudged to the bedroom. He felt the urge to cry well up again and threw himself onto the bed. One of his hands blindly reached out for Derek’s pillow and he curled around it tightly. Tears began to pour from his eyes and he felt so desperate to be wrapped in his alpha’s arm.
‘That's right, we need our alpha but he doesn’t want us.’Stiles whimpered into the pillow, staining it with his tears.
Logically, he knew what he was thinking wasn’t true but he could already feel his body taking it as fact. His body began to heat up and felt arousal pool in his lower abdomen. Great, his heat was coming early thanks to his emotional instability.
The omega in him was taking vast measures to placate its worries and Stiles couldn’t do anything to stop it.