"Oh, Isaac," Derek sighed and drew the boy into his arms, across his lap. Somehow, even with the slight height difference, he was still able to cradle the slender boy in his arms and hold him tight.
"I never want you to think that you are loved for being who you are," he said, awkwardly. "You've been through so much, and I'm so proud of you. We all are." He pressed his lips against Isaac's forehead, a brief benediction. "Everyone submits," he continued. "Especially wolves. It's innate. Inherent, if you're a beta. Even alphas, though, before they become alphas, they follow another. They learn how to submit without shame, because there's no shame in it." And that, more than anything, was what Derek wanted Isaac--and Stiles--to know. That their submission was respected.