Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Desdemona noticed that the sun was always hotter any day Ailee wanted to punish her. She didn't know why it was like that, and also didn't want to believe that Ailee used to make a special sacrifice for it. Passing by Pack's members, including omegas like Desdemona, mocked her and, since no one would blame them, some stoned and threw objects at her. It was evening already, and the darkness of the night was about to take over.

Stiles replied giving him his drink. Almano drank it at one go and then smiled, “I almost forgot how this tasted like” he remarked. “So how is the pack, is it any good?” Stiles asked knowing he was now working at the red moon pack. “It’s okay, I came here for you to mix something up for me” He said. “What’s that” Stiles inquired and he pulled him closer whispering in his ears. “Wow, did you find someone?” Stiles asked in amazement.

“Kind of.” Danica looked frantic. “Really, Lya, I have to know. What pack? They’ll come for you, and I don’t know if I’ll be safe here when they do.” I let out a short laugh. “You seriously think you’re safer with hunters than you are a werewolf pack?” “I’m a rogue, Lya!” she hissed. “Oh.” I bit my lip. “You are just fine with my pack, I can promise you that.” Danica scoffed, turning away from me. “Not likely. I can think of exactly one pack that doesn’t have it out for rogues, and that’s the pack that took mine over when my dad died.”

The dungeons are for those pack members who betrayed the pack and where they're punished and tortured. Tristian gets off of me and storms away. I curl up into a ball and start to sob. Why is he doing this to me? He already rejected me so why do I have to stay?

I carried Stella at first, but she’d insisted on walking a while ago, her short legs stubbornly matching our pace. “And where are we going now?” she asked. “Moonveil Pack,” I said. “Led by Alpha Darius.” She frowned thoughtfully. “But according to the map in my bedroom, Moonveil is north of us. Why are we heading east?” “Because the northern territory of our pack is in chaos right now,” I explained. “Your Papa is there, pushing the bad people out of our land.” Her brow furrowed. “Are these bad people friends with the ones you and Papa fought before?”

Our lips just barely touching. “You my beautiful pet have absolutely no say. Now be a good boy and follow my order or otherwise I burn this pack to the ground.” A gasp quick to rise. “Y-You wouldn’t…” Another slow smirk quick to rise. “Wouldn’t I? Remember Prince Aven or Alpha Luke? Two homes that use to be prosperous now gone in the blink of an eye. So why should I care if another pack joins theirs.” Kian’s confession like a punch to the gut. Panic still rising. “You- You monster. How could you!”

“Heath would prefer to avoid violence.” “Oh, I’m not going to be violent,” Aislen replied grimly. “But I am pissed off. I guarantee you, they’re sending their wolves to the warehouse right now, trying to steal August away from me. I’m sick of the f-king pack’s games. They don’t play by the rules. That’s okay though,” she blew out a breath. “If they don’t play by the rules, they can’t expect me to, either.” “Aislen,” Heath’s voice was wary. “Whatever you’re thinking…”

No, it couldn’t be. I turned, heart in my throat, and got a better look at the man who had fired the gun. Tall. Powerful. Cold. My blood chilled. Alpha Vladimir. The ruthless leader of the Mancini Pack. The nightmare parents used to frighten their pups. He looked at me with disgust, as though I were something filthy clinging to the bottom of his boot. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. "Please," I begged, voice trembling. "Don’t hurt us. We’ve done nothing."

Utterly, terrifyingly still. My stomach clenched a bit, and the cake turned to sand in my mouth. His hands unclenched and he turned to face me head-on. His eyes burned into my soul. “If I ever hurt you, in any way, my packmates would rip my skin from my fucking body, and I would deserve it. I don’t know what happened to make you think that’s what might be going through my mind, but that would never cross my thoughts for a second. I’ve been trying like hell not to drag you into my arms and fuck you.”

“Did I interrupt?” “No,” Heath’s eyes flicked to Talen guiltily. “No, of course not.” “Okay,” she drew the word out, not believing him, her eyes travelling from Heath to Talen. “So… They think I should only take Rhett. And you should stay behind.” “What the actual fuck?” Heath exploded. “We all go together, Aislen.” “They think that taking so many people will look aggressive,” she explained. “But Rhett and Phillip both used to belong to this pack, and Stella has worked with the pack for years…”