Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She said, and they started walking away. They stopped walking when another woman appeared and blocked their way back home, "What do you want from me?" Stella asked them. "I heard that your pack opened your land to the mortals. Are you not afraid of them now? Or you reveal our existence to them?" The woman told her, and Stella shook her head. "We will never do that!" Stella answered and took a glance at Bryce.

With Dante's unwavering support and our shared commitment to forgiveness, I knew that together we could mend what had been broken and forge a brighter future for our pack and the relationships we held dear. And so, with the dawn of a new day, we embarked on a journey of forgiveness and reconciliation. We found Vivian, who had been tormented by guilt and remorse, and extended our forgiveness. In that moment, the weight of the past was lifted, and our pack was united once more, stronger than ever. As time passed, our pack flourished, and the wounds of the past faded into distant memories. The bond between Dante and me grew deeper, anchored in love, trust, and forgiveness. Our pack members rall

’ He went silent and then I heard his sigh. ’I can't tell you. You’re too close to everything and I don't want you to be in more danger than you already are’ ’Please don't act too rashly. You need to think of a plan and I think I might have some information that can help with that’ ’What do you mean?’ ’They’re strong and they are focused on the kill and of getting what they want but Aiden, they are not a pack. They don't trust each other and they would sooner kill the guy next to them than lose'

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!"

I asked. He sighed. “I’m not so sure anymore.” He admitted. “My plan was to create a pack here in Sweden and use it to get my pack in Italy back, then I would hand the Swedish pack over to Dante. Now that I met you and MoonStone is part of my pack, I can understand that you don’t want to give the pack up to Dante and go live in Italy.” I bit my lip. “I haven’t even thought about it.” I replied. “I mean, this is my home. But I don’t want to ask you to give up your home either.”

Derek stepped in front of me a little. “You will show respect “ he warned. His voice was loud and clear like thunder. Some of the warriors looked down. Others didn’t. Elder Rowan’s lips got thin. “Respect is earned, Alpha. You want us to accept this bond like it’s normal. You’re hurting your brother. You’re dividing the pack.” Derek’s shoulders got stiff. I felt like I was going to suffocate. This was all my fault. Every angry look, every accusation, every problem in the pack.

I couldn’t believe he was this evil, this isn’t the sweet loving uncle I knew. “I would be the alpha of this pack, and I would make sure I recruit all rogues and no one would be to stop that since I have a pack. Soon I would be the strongest alpha alive, '' he said, looking at me dreamingly, and I scoffed angrily at that. I knew there would be no peace if he eventually became the alpha of this pack, and to top it all he would recruit rogues into his pack just to make my father's pack the strongest. “That would be in your wildest dream,” I stated as I spat at him, and he stood up angrily slapping me. I could feel the sting of the slap on my face.

I yelled. "What did I want from you?" He laughs, "Stacy, I want to take you down with me. My pack thinks I'm irresponsible and not reliable enough to be their leader. I lost my Alpha title just because of you, idiot. Now, you'll feel the pain of being away from what you cherish the most." He threatens. I scoff. "You lost your Alpha title? How's that my problem? You deserve it! It's not my fault you kidnapped me, asshole!" I yelled, pulling my hair in frustration.

_ she thought but didn't have the guts to say it out loud. " It was a miscommunication." He said, which was a lie. He had a secret agenda for that pack. He was going to rule over them. By the the time he becomes king, he will bring salvation to them, and they wouldn't think twice but to accept him. " That is not an apology! I clearly stated that there should be no destruction." Where did they except Stiles to get food from. The instructions were simple. Start a war with the pack. Target the king, and leave the rest. Then Stiles becomes King. Simple and short. He was making her regret outsourcing the job to him.

About keeping us safe. But today he ripped all of that apart with one sentence. He rejected her, cast her out, tore her away from everything she’s ever known and the worst, ugliest part of me wondered if he’d done it not because of what she did… but because of what I did . Because of my own reckless mistakes. Maybe I gave him a reason. Maybe this was the price. Maybe that’s why he didn’t even look at me when he pronounced the punishment. A cold dread twisted inside me. What happens to her now?Where does she sleep tonight?How does she survive outside the pack lines, alone, unwanted, unclaimed?