Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You think after everything you did—after what the pack did—you can just show up here and—" "Stella." His voice was lower now, dangerous, but not hostile. Almost like a warning. "This isn’t a game. The pack needs you." I laughed, sharp and bitter. "The pack? The same pack that abandoned me? Rejected me? The same one that tried to kill me?" My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. "Why the hell would I ever go back?" "Because," he said, stepping forward again, his presence suffocating, "without you, no one can shift."

“My dad's the Alpha of our pack and I’m sure you know a thing or two on how wolf packs work. My mom was his Luna, that’s what the Alpha’s mate is called, but she's dead.” “Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...” “No no, it's ok. Really. You were going to find out at some point anyway, so rather sooner than later. This might sound a little weird, but I have a thing against people feeling sorry for me. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t have anything to do with my pride or not wanting to look weak. I just don’t like it. I’m not sure how to explain it though.” “I think I understand. Do you mind telling me how you ended up the way you did?”

The past few weeks had been an endless blur of sadness and confusion. Every thought, every memory, seemed to be wrapped in Grant's rejection. His cold dismissal, choosing Tiffany, breaking our bond – it all echoed through my mind like a haunting melody I couldn't escape. The ache in my chest wasn't just emotional; it felt like a physical weight crushing my heart. "I, Grant Dixon, soon to be Alpha of the Rivermoon Pack, reject you, Astraia, as my mate."

As he approached the camp, he noticed a few of his packmates who were already there before him and his heart squeezed painfully at the sight of them. They looked so disheveled, face tired, their hair unkempt and skin all dirty. Things weren't supposed to be like this. "Decker! You are back!" Esther, one of the youngest in the pack, cried when she saw him get a weary voice but still filled with relief. The others murmured, giving him tired smiles. The joy of their reunion however was tainted by the weariness in their eyes and the duet and grime that covered them. He looked around, his heart heavy as he took in the sight of his pack.

I told him with a soft smile on my face . "But you don't have to do that ,you should know that there are a lot of people who are also for you ,are you going to leave them also ?" he asked looking me . my mind went wild im thoughts and I realized they I haven't even thought about that and that's just do stupid of me "so what do you suggest that I do ?" I asked looking at him . "The whole pack is at war as of now ,,some of the elders where not being sincere to your mom ,they had their own supporters behind them and they want to go create their own pack "the beta said behind me .

I froze, my blood running cold, my grip on the spoon weakening. The room went dead silent. I could feel the weight of Stiles’s gaze on me, accusing me of everything I had tried to leave behind. I looked at Riven, then back at Stiles. Fuck. The peace I thought I had found was a lot thinner than I thought. "Stiles..." Grey whispered, reaching for his hand, a gesture to calm him down. "No!" Stiles stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "He killed them, Grey. He’s the reason the pack is in chaos. He’s the reason we’re running. How do we know he won't just turn on us next?"

I saw something flicker in their depths—pain, perhaps, or regret—but it was gone so quickly I might have imagined it. "I, Hunter Blackwood, future Alpha of the Silverstone Pack, reject you, Tara McKenzie, as my mate and future Luna." The formal words of rejection carried the weight of ancient law, each syllable driving deeper into my heart like shards of ice. "You are not strong enough, not worthy enough, to stand beside me as I lead this pack. We need a Luna who can command respect, who comes from a bloodline of leaders. You are the daughter of a mere warrior—adequate for the pack, but insufficient for its future." The cruelty of his words hit me like physical blows. Around the clearing, pa

All I saw was darkness filling the rock they called hearts. "I see there are still some idiots who thinks they could get into the main pack and kill their Alpha." The finger pointed at them, shifted slowly from one to the other while they groaned like the idiots they are. "Anyway, go out there and bring out the others left. If I see anyone of you a second after the time you hear me screaming in my head… then, there won't be anything left to go back to!" Though it wasn't spoken out, but I could hear their wolves grumble, pushing them to do things that are more sillier than their ugly faces.

But I can’t say that to him. Dad is looking for trouble and I know he will not stop until he achieves his goal. I don’t want to fall into his indecent plans. “Oh really? And my pack is your home?” he asks in a teasing tone. My face drops as I was feeling sad. Yes, this is not my home. Logan’s pack is not my home, then where is my home? Do I have one? “Whatever you think. But that is my home.” I say confidently. I have accepted a long time back that my fate is connected with Logan, and I will never leave him for anything, and that pack has given me lots of love, which I never get from here.

He could tell Madison's mood from her scent and remembered what color flowers she liked, but he'd signed and stamped the paperwork for me to leave the pack and didn't even notice. The difference between caring and not caring couldn't be clearer. I stayed quiet, and Alex must have thought I was gearing up for another fight like before. His face darkened immediately. "It doesn't matter if you disagree. The paperwork's already been filed and I gave your old room to Madison." His tone turned threatening. "You can either accept the demotion or leave the pack. But think carefully because Shadow Ridge is the strongest pack in the region. You really want to walk away from that?"