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Stiles is a beta, Derek an alpha, Stiles goes to the monthly pack meeting at the restored Hale house forgetting this one had been postponed until a later date due to their dear alpha's annual rut. Chaos ensues.
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24 Feb 2026
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On a visit home to Beacon Hills, Derek runs afoul of magic that strips him of everything that defines him: his memories, his wolf, even his words…
Some years later, a bored Stiles who has never met a werewolf – or a Hale – tinkers with dangerous rituals. He wakes up on a lush tropical island, and has to face survival alone…
Or does he?
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23 Feb 2026
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It was a short twenty-minute ride, and then Stiles was stepping out onto the driveway of his childhood home.
“You got a new roof,” Stiles said, eyebrows rising as he took in the fresh shingles.
“Yeah,” his father grunted, wrenching Stiles’ luggage out of the trunk. “Tree landed on the house last year. I thought I told you?”
Stiles hurried over, reaching for his bags—only for his hand to get smacked away.
“I got it,” his father said firmly, like the idea of Stiles carrying his own luggage was some kind of insult.
Stiles rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah, I think I remember now. Scott helped you fix it, didn’t he?”
Noah’s face brightened. “He did. Boy’s really made a good company for himself. Had to fight him to let me pay.”
Stiles’ smile slipped, memories settling heavy in his stomach.
They walked up the driveway. Stiles’ gaze drifted toward the garage, a thought sparking.
“Hey, Dad,” he said, scanning the driveway. “Where’s my baby Roscoe?”
Noah’s expression pinched. Uncomfortable. Guilty.
“About that…"
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23 Feb 2026
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He could still feel the thick press of Derek’s cock through soft fabric, the hard line of his knot, how it had throbbed in Stiles’ hand when he squeezed. Derek had been panting, whining against his cheek, the sounds embedding themselves in Stiles’ mind like a mantra, circling back over and over.
Derek had warned him that his curiosity would get him into trouble. How right he’d been.
Because now Stiles had gotten a taste—just a taste—and the hunger to know more gnawed at him. He wanted to see it properly, feel it, skin to skin. He wanted to taste it, run his tongue along that hard ridge and discover the weight of it on his tongue. His mouth watered, his stomach tightened at the thought.
Could he take it? Not just in his mouth—but deeper. He imagined himself being the hole Derek pushed into, the one Derek knotted into, holding him tight. The image made his legs weak.
And that’s what led to now: Stiles standing in Derek’s loft, fingers twitching as he tried to organize his thoughts. His tongue felt thick, his mouth dry, and every word seemed impossible.
A nervous laugh bubbled out before he could stop it. Stiles clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late.
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23 Feb 2026
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Sequel to Born to be mine.
Considered what Stiles should present as and couldn’t choose. So naturally I decided to go with all of them.
The Beta what if continuation.
Series
- Part 3 of Meant to be.
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22 Feb 2026