Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His Beta took a step closer and whispered something in Liam’s ear before he nodded. “I, Liam, Alpha of the crescent moon pack, accept your rejection and exile you from the pack! You will be stripped of what little rank you might have had. The warriors will make sure that you take nothing of value, and they will escort you out of our territory!” His eyes flashed with hatred, and it pained me to hear them.

So when Stiles looked at me, I bowed to show I was sorry. I wouldn't lie, there are a lot of reasons why Damion and I dislike Stiles. There was a story that was told that his mother is a direct descendant of the moon goddess. This gave him exceptional power. Instead of normal Beta eyes, he will show the moon colour whenever he's trying to use his rank or show his powers. If he had been an Alpha blood, he would have been so fearful. Another thing aside from his good looks, is that he also has the ability to become an Alpha, start a pack or hijack one. The dead Alpha has always warned us to be very careful about him and his family. He wouldn't even let his father perform the full duty of the B

"Misunderstanding, you say? And you thought it was your place to come here and clarify things? You want to bring your city lifestyle into this pack " Stephanie swallowed the lump forming in her throat but kept her voice strong. "I understand why you may be skeptical of me, and I respect your authority in the pack. But I want to assure you that I hold nothing but respect for Alpha Damien and for this council. I’m not here to bring my city ways to the pack, and I don’t blame him for the mistakes of the past."

I knew what was about to come out of his mouth, it was what I had expected. He took some steps back and started, his eyes glued to mine as I waited, awaiting my judgment and fate. “I, Alpha Draco of the Peony pack, hereby reject you, Helena, as my mate. I refuse to have anything to do with you anymore. You will be banished from this pack, never to set foot on this land anymore, or you will pay for it with your life” his thick voice boomed through the cold and dark cell where I was kept all day with no food or water.

The weight of her turmoil became apparent as she shared the emotional scars left by Mark and Mathew, whose relentless teasing had seeped into her psyche. Despite the innocence of our intentions—Max and I had never lifted a finger against her—it dawned on me that our steadfast claims to Mika's heart had inadvertently dismissed the torment she had endured at the hands of our brothers. As I sat in silence for a moment, a single thought consumed my mind: I thought Mika’s reluctance to embrace the title of our mate stemmed from the burdens of her rank and the lingering resentment of many pack members towards her.

“I’m simply sharing stories. History. My perspective. Isn’t that allowed?” “Not when it endangers the unity of the Pack.” She smiled sweetly. “Unity built on fear is not unity, Riya.” “You don’t get to lecture me about unity,” I snapped. “You betrayed this Pack. You tortured me. And yet I released you. I gave you a second chance.” She stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “And you think that makes you better than me?” I met her gaze without flinching. “No. It makes me stronger.”

“A human mate is a huge thing. Something that didn’t just involve the Triquetra, it involved the pack, because of the risk that you would reveal us all. When it became clear that Rhett wasn’t mistaken… well, I thought that I wanted it to go away. Until I realized that it wasn’t going to do that, and I didn’t really want it to. By that time, you’d firmly decided that you didn’t like Cameron and I and had your sights firmly on Rhett.” “Our pack could see the dissent, the jealousy, between us, and it concerned them,” Heath continued, swirling the wine around his glass and watching the patterns that it left behind. He suspected that he was telling things out of order, his thoughts fuzzed by the

His thoughts reached me, carrying one last plea. "Begin, Alpha Stellan," I replied coldly. The duel started! We tore at each other and fought in the most primal way to decide the fate of the North. Stellan held back at every turn. Each of his attacks was laced with hesitation. However, I did not hold back at all. The pain of losing my pups, the hatred stemming from his betrayal, and the resentment from ten years of enduring everything in silence served as fuel for me to strive in battle. I poured it all into my fangs and claws.

“So, Stellan is a second son. He wants to be Alpha. That explains his part in this, although his mate should reject him if his title is more important to him than she is.” “Oh, I’m sure he’s promising her that he’ll be with her once he has his heir. He told me I could ‘have her’ meaning Cyra, once he has his heir like he’d be passing me his fucking sloppy seconds when he gets done with her,” I growl, standing and beginning to pace as the need to punch something comes back full force. “He can’t reject her. It’s her pack. I can’t imagine any pack standing for that,” Piper says.

She had to ask, she needed too not because she didn't know but because she wanted to give him hope and tell him he was mistaken but she knew better than anyone that he wasn't. “The pain is getting severe by the day and even if I take the portion it doesn't help calm the pain anymore.” Stiles replied calmly. Sighing deeply he left out a sad smile before he added “I think my days are getting close to zero.” “Don't say such Stiles.” Anita cooed and began pulling his fingers one by one. Looking at how big her little baby has gotten, Anita couldn't help but let out a sad smile. She could still remember how he would run all day causing disturbance in the pack when he was little. That was Stiles; h