Derek shook his head, viciously. "You're the one who decided I wasn't worth sticking around for. Not me, Stiles. I want you here. I want you to stay. I could give a fuck about how similar you think you and Allison are. You thought I was replacing you with Isaac too, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of your insecurity. I'm sick of you thinking that you know me and what I want. But most of all, I'm sick of you deciding how our relationship is going to be."
He curled his hand around Stiles' bicep, prepared to haul him back to the Estate. "You're coming home. You'll stay in your room, and if you won't stay? I'll lock you in and chain you to the bed."