^{stillwiththem:}

     “Have you seen a girl that looks like me? I just want to know if she’s alive.”

                 _{“Nope.” Shot back with ease – a lie laced with a small grin curling up in the corner of lips. Why would he bother telling her something so important? Slaves aren’t privileged to his knowledge, even if they were, where would be the fun if Derek couldn’t watch her squirm. “If she’s anything like you – she’s probably dead.”}

^{stillwiththem:}

❝ ‹ && @caringxnature ;;

       “I… Can I ask you a question, sir?”

                   _{“Doesn’t mean I’ll answer, trash, – but go ahead.”}

^{stilinskirunt:}

@caringxnature.

                       ^{‘  what  are  you  staring  at ?  ‘  she  questions  and  arches  her  eyebrows  at  the  master.  ‘  can  i  get  back  to  my  chores ?  there  are  wolves  and  better  ones  down  the  hall.  ‘   her  head  tilts  towards  the  other  slave  rooms  and  she  reaches  for  her  broom  again  and  glances  down  to  the  floor.}

                   _{Jaw sets at first – the alpha looking over the slim figure attempting at chores. Derek Hale has limited time due to his high standing, he picks up slaves when he can, but they end up trailing him around like puppies more than anything. He’s looking for one currently to satisfy various needs while also keeping quiet. The one this filth speaks out? Hale knows that won’t be the case. Lips twitch into a smile before he moves closer and backhands the human harsh across her cheek. “You’ll speak when spoke to and address me as sir or master. Have I made myself clear?” Let out lowly, fingers flexing and God – the wolf hopes she’ll disobey to he can break the broomstick over her stupid little head.}

^{thisheartofink:}

The human flinched as the paper was ripped away, and he looked his fingers over - inspecting them for any annoying little cuts in his skin. “I still don’t understand why he leaves ‘em…” Though Jeremy had to admit he had his suspicions; credited it to the fact that it gave the fox another reason to punish him if the chores on the notes weren’t finished. Brown eyes went wide at the answer he’d finally gotten to his question. “You really kill people for annoying you?” He asked, then settled for a moment as if to prove he didn’t belong clumped in with the others that couldn’t behave. “Any Masters on that list? ’s not just slaves you should be callin’ filth around here.” Sure it had been a bold attempt at speaking up, but he’d learned well enough that bad normally balanced itself out with good before too long. Beal hadn’t had much of a reason to fear the wolf until things got physical.

                 _{Palms leans flat on the table after a moment of claws threatening to dig in and split the wood. What kind of stupid question was that? Then again – it did come from a stupid human. “I’ve killed for less.” Derek admits after a moment, doesn’t even bother to look in Jeremy’s direction as he does so. The scent of nerves pollute the air though the alpha can’t say he dislikes it, his beast practically crooning over it – teeth ready to have the slave’s heart pounding in his frail chest like a war drum. Though at the words, a pointed look is shot towards Jeremy. “Masters are assholes, only slaves are filth and vermin. Remember your place, bitch. Stiles puts you in it often enough I’d figure you’d be less trouble with your dumb questions – or are you really just hoping for a good beating since you’ve missed out on one over the past few hours? Happy to accommodate if you don’t shut up.”}

^{tobeopenwounded:}

@caringxnature

“Don’t let me keep you from your Council business,” the younger wolf forced into the conversation. Being under that heavy gaze for too long made Scott a bit squirmy; almost as though he could feel Derek picking through his thoughts and emotions just by looking at him. Grabbing up his things, the termination list had been easily slid into his bag under a few of his own things (the closest to an accident he could get, should the other Alpha find out.) “Have a great night.”

                   _{Lips remain pursed into a thin line as the wolf watches the other with a searing gaze. Hale has been watching him for years – he’s up to something still but the alpha can’t place his claw exactly on the what. Everything had eased up, never any proof. On top of that, the fox had gained an interest in Scott just as well – which makes more of a complication on things, at least in Derek’s opinion. “What’s the rush, Scott? I never said you were keeping me from anything.” Soothed out with a light tone as lips unfurl to something more friendly – though they both know better. “Stick around, chat a little. Maybe you could actually learn a thing or two.” Derek’s Council business was a punishment to one of the more unruly slaves trying to maim their master, why not have a little company? “Or, you can show me what you already know. I’m sure you’ll need better grooming if you ever expect to get higher up, to be taken seriously as a master.” Just words to keep McCall from running off – Derek always did like the idea of seeing how far the other alpha would go when push came to shove on certain instances. Sure, he’d passed his challenge way back but this was a different moment altogether. Charm is thick with a smile, the older rounding his spot to come a little closer. “What if I told you I’d need a successor eventually, and was thinking of you?”}

^{badassimouto:}

@caringxnature

“I think you stress yourself out more than the other Masters do, honestly… It’s like when something big’s about to happen, so you psych yourself up for it, and it almost becomes a disappointment when it hits…” The wolf shrugged. “I could help you get rid of some of that tension if you’d like me to, Sir.” Coming to terms with the hand she’d finally realized she’d been dealt had been hard, but that didn’t mean she had to throw away what she’d learned while with her real pack. 

                  _{The wolf wants to bark about how no one fucking asked her but nothing comes out. Just a furrow of brows accompanied by an agitated glare. The beta wears on Hale’s nerves far too often these days and he can’t do anything about it with his psychotic fox companion so far into his own rabbit hole. “Stiles wouldn’t let me even if I asked nicely and gave him a bleeding present.” Derek’s form of tension relief is often beating up on the slaves around Chains – a reason he doesn’t bother owning one for himself. What would be the point? Breaking public property is much more enjoyable than something he owned for himself. He’s already been down that path – some of the filth ending up dead or put back entirely. “It’s bad enough I have to look at you all the day time now.” Gruffly snapped before Hale settles back into his desk chair, fingertips shifting papers around to look through. “Could put that mouth to better use than letting you talk, so distracting.” He’s still complaining though more so under his breath as something is scribbled down in the margin of a notebook. “You’d think your daddy would be upset if I took out your teeth? I’ll keep your tongue – I’m sure he’d get mad if I didn’t.”}

^chimeraeken:

@caringxnature

“I found something I think you should see.” Theo dropped a folder on the other wolf’s table and sat against the arm of a chair. “It’s about your uncle; all the crimes and corrections he committed and administered during his time on the Council. That’s an interesting list of shit he got away with… I have to give the man credit for that much…” He took a breath, sat straighter and prepared himself. “And don’t think about destroying it, because these are only copies… If you want the originals, you’re gonna have to work with me.” 

                  _{The Council master doesn’t pay the other wolf any mind, barely even flicking a glance in his direction. No question of why he was here as Derek moved from one spot to the next, grabbing a bottle of water he’d placed down earlier before showering. Sound hits the table lightly, hues wandering slowly towards them but digits don’t bother attempting to open the folder. No reason with Raeken tell the alpha exactly what it all contains. Lips press to the bottle of Derek simply listens, downs a generous amount in a few swallows before hovering closer to the table. Warning of destroying it makes him laugh, water spilling over the folder and soaking it through. “First, I find it honestly hilarious that you thought no one else on the Council knew of my uncle’s antics. Who do you think dug up all this shit years ago in the first place?” Scoff resounding as the bottle is discarded onto the table, eyes moving to lock on the younger alpha. “Second, you really think you can blackmail me? That’s adorable. You can keep your copies all you want – I’m not my uncle. Exactly what did you want to accomplish here, Theo?”}

^{thisheartofink:}

“…” The blond stared at the pages he’d picked up off the table, mentally tracing the larger letters at the top of the page for a moment. “What’s this say?” he asked. The pages were set down again and nudged toward the wolf. “I can’t read it.” Jeremy could never be too sure just what the fox had given up as far as information about him when it came to the one person he actually seemed to trust with that shit. “But you probably already knew that…”

                 _{There is a noise that echoes from the back of the alpha’s throat in a form of agitation at the fact that Jeremy decided to touch without permission. But wasn’t that just him in general? “Mind your damn business.” Derek offers for a moment before he is snatching the paper away from childlike digits. “I did – which is why Stilinski loves leaving you little chore notes. I asked him about it once…” Voice trails off as the wolf looks over the information. He’s got a stack of shit to go through from various branches of Council this and thats, along with several small businesses looking to hire. This particular page is certainly Council related. “Termination: Immediate.” Derek finally says as he sits down and grabs for the next page. There are lists of names and offenses – just another typical day in Chains. “Getting rid of pesky filth that can’t behave – much like yourself. You’re lucky not to be on this list with how much you annoy me.” As if Derek would ever admit to liking the lithe warm body next to him at night. Heaven forbid that bullshit ever leave his mouth.}

            ^{DEREK HALE | WEREWOLF (ALPHA) | 28 | BISEXUAL | COUNCIL MASTER}

^{Turn Ons: Breath play, blood play, violence (pain, torture, fighting), BDSM, daddy kink, markings (biting, scratching), hair pulling, submissive partners, defiant partners, etc.
Turn Offs: Bathroom play/control (scat, urine, vomit), bestiality, foot play.
Owned Slaves: None currently.}

^{A deceptive and charming nature is Derek Hale to his very core. He is the master of luring the young and easily impressionable into his clutches. That is the way it has always been for the wolf as the years passed on. The start of corruption was as simple as a small fire – turning into something more catastrophic brought on by a pretty face to a young wolf that should have known better. When the Hale fire struck due to his carelessness of trust, Derek’s family was ripped from him save for one of his sisters. She became his alpha and the little wolf that was once too naive turned into something much darker. Laura followed in stride with her brother, the two moving from small towns to hunt and kill as they pleased. Derek learned early that his appearance, though rough around the edges they may be, held fascination for others. An easy way to deceive and gain a form of trust to get anyone to follow along with him.}

^{The beta was ruthless in his kills – the more carnage the better. It was not until Derek lost his sister that his life took a whole new turn.}

^{Peter Hale, someone he had believed to be dead from the fire that claimed the rest of their family, was alive and well. Living the high life as some kind of master – and a highly regarded one at that. Something about a Council though Derek was fuzzy on the details at the time of their reuniting. Peter wore red eyes when they flashed, gears turning behind Derek’s own bright blues the moment it happened. He was always so bent on power that it came as little a surprise – only truly the fact that he was alive was a shock. Though the more they talked in that moment, the more Peter spoke down to his nephew, pieces began to click into place. The sister he was searching for – his alpha, the man before him had caught up with first.}

^{Being outside of Chains when Derek killed his uncle Peter and gained the new title as alpha for revenge of his sister’s death– he didn’t need to abide by a rule of not killing another master. Something the wolf only discovered as law when he entered Chains for the first time. They had lost a well feared and powerful Council member it had seemed. And Derek? His deceptive nature and devilish charm worked wonders on the current members as he proved himself willing to do what was needed as a true Chains master to take over his uncle’s place among them.}

^{Due to recent events and the death of a Council member, Derek has taken over the remaining pack of betas left behind and become their alpha. They aren’t his family and he keeps some distance from them but the action was done in favor of the Council member’s son that Hale took as is own beta well before the asshole was ripped to pieces. The alpha is always accepting new members into his pack, given he can stand them.}

^{Derek is cruel in all ways, though most wouldn’t know at first glance or the way he presents himself as a charmer around other masters. He has been a member of the Council in Chains for almost five years now and holds actions of other masters in high regards. Slaves that cross him end up severely injured or worse off for wears – masters that do not abide by Chains’ laws are not given warnings from the wolf if he catches them. They are punished on the spot. Derek has gone through his fair share of slaves in these years as a master. Some have lived through it and returned to the slave house once he was bored. Others were not as lucky to keep their lives through his ownership. Don’t let his smile fool you, he is the wolf in sheep skin.}

^{badassimouto:}

“What happened to your pack?” The topic had become more important than usual since a certain painful conversation with another so-called Alpha – once she felt definitely didn’t deserve such a title with the way he acted and treated others. “I mean… If you don’t mind me asking, Sir… I just never see you around one, unless you count the Council members or my Daddy. You are an Alpha, aren’t you?”

                 _{Teeth clench at the question, agitation rolling through the wolf so easily. Growl is close to the surface but Derek refrains – she’s just curious. He brushed it off long ago when he dropped her off at … daddy’s as she likes to call the psychotic fox. “I have a pack.” Let out tightly as Hale moves from his desk and towards a large bookshelf. Shoulders are just as tense as the rest of him as the memory of the fire burns through the wolf’s brain. Light shake and he makes as if he’s looking for something. “Some Council member croaked and I got his betas, guess you can count your master but he doesn’t like the idea of beta.” Throat clears, upper lip twitching slightly. “The one pack before them, before I was even here – was family and we’re not going to talk about it.” That’s the most Derek has ever divulged to a slave, the feeling strange on his tongue – close to bitter in a sense. “I know you’ve been wondering about your own and if you’ll ever seem them again. You won’t – stop dreaming, kid.”}