Peter Hale was at his door.

Okay, he'd repeat it. Peter mother fucking Hale was at his damned door.

Stiles began emergency texting procedures immediately. Scott, Derek, and then even Isaac... just in case he was with one of the other two and their phones were dead or being ignored. 'Peter is at my front door... wtf?'

Derek was the only one to reply, which meant that Isaac and Scott were off with their now epic bromance leaving him to be chopped up and killed by the resident zombie wolf, since Derek's reply was ZERO fucking help. 'Don't talk to him.' Duh.

Stupid Sour Wolf.

"You of course realize, Stiles, that I can hear you typing on your phone and you're breathing and that lovely rabbit like heartbeat. Could we possibly speak, without the door between us? You have my word that I'm only here to discuss a proposition with you. I mean you no harm and you have my word that the moment you ask me to leave, after you hear my offer, I will."

Stupid reasonable Walking Dead Wolf.

"It's about a threat to Derek and his territory. One which will effect both you and Scott, if left to get out of hand."

Stiles opened the door and walked into the kitchen, calling almost sweetly over his shoulder, "Coffee, Iced Tea or water?"

"Excuse me?" Peter asked, slightly thrown off his game at Stiles shift in attitude.

"Would you like a drink, Mr. Hale? We have coffee, Iced tea, or water. I was raised to be polite to company, which you now are. Please, have a seat."

Peter raised one eyebrow and then settled into one of the seats at the table. "I'll have a glass of water, please."

Stiles nodded and then poured him a glass of filtered water from a pitcher in the refrigerator.

He settled into the seat opposite from Peter, and then relaxed, completely.

The strange behavior threw Peter off balance, which secretly amused Stiles to no end. "You had something you wanted to discuss? Under normal circumstances, I'd never dream of rushing you, however, my dad get's off work in two hours, so we're working under something of a time crunch here."

"Of course, my boy. Have you been made aware of the pack of Alpha's currently making inroads into Hale Territory?" Stiles nodded and Peter continued. "They've all come in an attempt to take over the Hale Territory without having to fight for it."

"How in the Hell do they expect to do that? It's not like Derek is just going to roll over for them." Stiles said, agitated.

"It's um... funny you should word it like that, Stiles. I'm sure you are aware of the overt uses of pack status, the leader or Alpha, the soldiers or Beta, and the lone wolves, the outcasts or the Omegas, correct."

"Yeah that was pretty much werewolf 101." Stiles said, listening, because he knew there was something more to this. Something in his gut was clenching, not painfully, but in some strange excitement.

"Those are the designations overt pack roles, but when it comes to mating, those designations take on a different meaning, because werewolf sexuality works differently. The Alpha is the aggressive, or sexually dominant member of a relationship, and they, despite outward sexuality, provide the semen when it comes to mating. Beta's follow standard human ideas of sex and mating. Omegas, tend towards being sexually submissive, and provide the egg and the um... incubation when it comes to mating. There can be Alpha males and Alpha females, as well as Omega males and Omega females. Most humans are born Betas, but on rare occasion an Alpha or Omega is born human. However without the boost the werewolf metabolism, the odds of such a pair finding each other, mating and successfully producing a child are quite astronomical. That's not to say it hasn't happened, but people tend to scoff at it or assume anything resembling a male pregnancy is some sort of hoax."

Stiles was a little confused about why he needed to hear this lesson, but intrigued none the less at this glimpse of the werewolf dynamics. "So, are there like female Alpha and female Omega pairs? And how do female Alphas work with male Omegas?"

"When it comes to female Alpha's and male Omegas the actual 'sex' of the person is really more of a misnomer, they are actually more hermaphroditic with the 'extra' sex organs used for reproduction while the primary sexual organs go along with their accepted 'gender'. It is not completely unheard of for either group to mate successfully along their gender with humans. For example an Alpha female becoming pregnant via her primary sexual organs, to a human or Beta. More rarely the Omega male may impregnate a female, it's not in anyway less feasible, it just simply doesn't tend to happen very often."

"While I find this very interesting information, Peter, what exactly does it have to do with the Alpha pack and how they intend to take over Hale Territory?" Stiles asked, remaining completely polite.

"Well there are two aspects to this. The term Alpha pack, thanks to the dual nature of the designations aren't a pack of Alpha's in the Leader sense of the term."

"So they're all sexually deemed as Alphas?" Stiles asked.

"Just so. In werewolf general hierarchy it's not unheard of for a sexual Omega to rise to a leadership Alpha. However, it is customary if the Omega has an Alpha mate, and yes before you ask, werewolves do mate for life, it is expected that if they take a sexually Alpha mate, that mate will assume control of pretty much everything they own or control. For example any property or rank within the pack would be expected to go to their mate, including territories they control and their rights as Alpha pack leader."

"Are you telling me, Derek is an Omega, and this Alpha pack is here to woo him out of his home and his pack?" Stiles' voice had gotten louder as he spoke. "Why in the Hell would he agree to mate with one of them if that was the case?"

"While we attempt to remove ourselves from the direct association with our four legged brethren, are you really so naive as to think it's a matter of him consenting in the face of a pack of suitors?" Peter asked, his voice cold. "Do you expect he'll be given any say in this, any choice? Once he enters into a fertile stage, which is coming soon, those Alphas will fight each other for the right to 'mate' with him." The disgust at the term mate was something Stiles fully agreed with, considering it was a pretty euphemism for rape, and they both knew it. "Once the victor has sampled his spoils, Derek is stuck mated to whoever got there first. His place in the pack and the Hale Territory goes his rapist, while Derek becomes a broodmare for the Alpha pack."

"You came here with a proposition, what is it?" Stiles asked, voice hard, his anger at the situation barely held in check.

"I believe I mentioned the rarity of the human Alpha. A human Alpha lacks the werewolf instincts when it comes to initiating mating. They don't have to wait for a particular smell from the Omega in question. They could swoop in and bond with the Omega before the wolves even started 'proving' themselves. This hypothetical human Alpha would also gain control of Derek's properties and station in the pack, which could prove detrimental if this Alpha were to jump into the pack dynamics as an outsider. No one in the pack would follow some random human, and even if this hypothetical human allowed Derek to remain in charge, his status would be damaged. Ideally this pack friendly human would also be amenable to allowing the Hale's to retain our family territory. And the most important aspect of the ideal human Alpha would be to find one who would respect Derek as a person, as opposed to treating him like their own personal sex toy slash babymaker."

Stiles scrubbed his hands over his head, before he began pacing the kitchen. "I was hoping you wanted some sort of help with finding someone for the job, but that's not it, is it." He said, stopping mid turn to look at Peter.

"It's really not, Stiles."

"I'm not doing or agreeing to anything until I talk with Derek. And I mean really talk; not him slamming me into walls and grunting. I am not even going to consider this until we talk. Whatever we decide, your part in this is done. I appreciate where you're coming from with this, and I'm glad someone brought it to my attention, because we both know the stubborn son of a bitch would go down with the damned ship instead of asking for help, but from now on this isn't any of your business. Understood?" Stiles was still as polite as possible, under the circumstances, but his voice was clear and strong.

"Completely, Stiles. Thank you for hearing me out."

With that Stiles led him to the door and ushered him out into the night.