( Before he was Crested, before Tumenalia, he'd given Derek's offer real thought. Not just because of their night in the bar, but because he knows what it's like to be a lone Omega, and for Ethan, a lone Alpha. They'd formed their own pack, just the two of them, but it was enough for Jackson. Here in the city, he had Emma and Bellamy - and maybe even Octavia, but they weren't Pack, not with a capital P. He'd hurt Emma when he'd told her he didn't have anyone in the city, but he meant it how a wolf would mean it.
While every bone in his body is telling him to accept Derek as his Alpha, despite Derek's first round, there are still memories, and doubts holding him back. Emma had told him to not accept it just because he thought he had to. That's not a reason to do anything. Except, living here is having to, and he's sucking at it.
He still has no contract.
At least he's found an avenue he wants to pursue. It passes the time and occupies his mind.
Derek's offer still sits at the back of his mind. The sex is irrelevant, and he chalks it up to the festival. It's not the only sex he had, but it is the sex that doesn't make him throw up in his mouth. Eventually, he'll have to separate responsibility and the loss of control. But, this is only his second month. He doesn't know where Derek is living. He doesn't know if he cares. He likes him, more than he ever did back in Beacon Hills, but is Derek being more tolerable because he wants Jackson as his Beta? Or, because Jackson is better? Different? More deserving?
It's easy to forget how confident he had become in himself. In his relationship. In his life in London. He needs that again.
The question that is irking him is will being a part of a Pack help him towards that goal. )
Do you remember when I asked you for the bite the first time You told me to meet you in your family's ( shitty, decrepit, all words he doesn't need to use adjective-wise in this moment, but they still sit there on the edge of his fingertips ) burned down house Do you remember what happened after?
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While every bone in his body is telling him to accept Derek as his Alpha, despite Derek's first round, there are still memories, and doubts holding him back. Emma had told him to not accept it just because he thought he had to. That's not a reason to do anything. Except, living here is having to, and he's sucking at it.
He still has no contract.
At least he's found an avenue he wants to pursue. It passes the time and occupies his mind.
Derek's offer still sits at the back of his mind. The sex is irrelevant, and he chalks it up to the festival. It's not the only sex he had, but it is the sex that doesn't make him throw up in his mouth. Eventually, he'll have to separate responsibility and the loss of control. But, this is only his second month. He doesn't know where Derek is living. He doesn't know if he cares. He likes him, more than he ever did back in Beacon Hills, but is Derek being more tolerable because he wants Jackson as his Beta? Or, because Jackson is better? Different? More deserving?
It's easy to forget how confident he had become in himself. In his relationship. In his life in London. He needs that again.
The question that is irking him is will being a part of a Pack help him towards that goal. )
Do you remember when I asked you for the bite the first time
You told me to meet you in your family's ( shitty, decrepit, all words he doesn't need to use adjective-wise in this moment, but they still sit there on the edge of his fingertips ) burned down house
Do you remember what happened after?