Stiles Stops Coming To Pack Meetings Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I've told you—stop picking on Lily. She hasn't done anything. If you're gonna act insane, leave. This hospital isn't for you." The guy who used to beam the second I walked in? Now he couldn't wait to kick me out. All because I "hurt" Lily. "Apologize," he snapped. "Or maybe I'll show you how it feels to get bitten." His voice went ice cold. I lowered my head and muttered a sorry. *** Time crawled by. Then came the big day—my discharge and our engagement. The makeup team showed up early. They styled my hair, did my face, but kept glancing at the scar on my waist.

I looked at the paper and tore it. "Can't she find me more meaningful?" I said angrily. " I don't think it's that easy. You know she's kept as a captive and she isn't allowed to move around. To me I don't think she's be in anyway useful as she is to be" Stiles said. He was the one that brought the message to me. Alec wasn't around, he has gone to see to some pack issue. Well it was Stiles that I'm supposed to send but because I don't trust him, I sent Alec.

She smirked and Veronica hit his head. "Are you kidding me?! Did you have to show her one of my least ugly faces?" Max laughed and hugged her. "Damn he's so hot." Mia heard a girl squealing, she turned over them who they are looking at the podium. "It's a pity that he found his mate." The other girl whined. "I know right." "Alpha Blaze is here!" Klay yelled catching Mia attention. Suddenly Mia felt uneasy about meeting him for the last week since the day he rejected her. She turned her head to the podium and saw her mate smiling proudly to the pack, their eyes locked together. He smirked and she frowned deeply.

Just as I was about to leave, my phone chimed, and I suddenly received a message from Tyler. "For tomorrow night's 101st proposal, I'll be there waiting for you." I smiled slightly, then blocked his number and deleted every piece of contact information and message history related to him. After a brief farewell to all my colleagues, I left the Werewolf Council Office. With my luggage already packed, I headed to Centrum City's airport. … Meanwhile, Tyler—who had once constantly rejected me and refused to bond with me—showed up in formal attire, arriving early to wait for me in front of the Office of Werewolf Mate Affairs.

she stammered, nervously tugging at the ill-fitting white designer dress. "I think 'Frost Shield' would be better. It helps with survival." She offered the answer as if it were reasonable, hoping it would sound convincing. Lewis's expression cooled instantly. I laughed sharply without holding back. "That's a trash talent only low-level beginners would choose." "You don't even understand basic class mechanics, and you still dare to impersonate the number one mage on the server?" Each word hit Stacy like a slap across the face. Lewis immediately followed up with a clear and decisive dismissal.

I skillfully dodged the soldiers trying to stop me and aimed my spear directly at him. "Jacob, why are you attacking the Lotus Pack?" I called out. Jacob smiled gently, a smile that seemed to take us back to the time before everything fell apart. "Chloe, don't you know why?" he asked. "You wouldn't accept my apology, and you wouldn't come back to me. The heir of Southspire, Xavier, shows you great favor, and you two are often together, discussing business. I felt like I was losing you, Chloe. Since you refused to return to me willingly, I had no choice but to resort to force."

STACY “Are you coming for the party tonight? They say it's going to be the biggest one of the semester!” Nika chimes excitedly as she scrolls through her phone. Her gaze shifts, and her frown dips. “Oh right, you don't do parties.” “Exactly!” I reply as I shove the last textbook down my backpack. “But you guys should have fun though!”

After that text, the heavy carriage pulls away into the fog, leaving Stiles standing on the stone steps with his back completely drenched in cold sweat and his hands trembling violently. "Alpha Stilinski, are your bones alright?" one of his enforcers asks hurriedly, running to his side. Stiles turns his pale face to his crew and declares with a loud roar, "Listen to my command! From this moon forward, our pack buries the hatchet with that doctor completely—no, with Mr. Hale! Anyone under my shadow who dares to provoke his scent will answer directly to my own claws! I will wipe out their entire family line myself!"