Stiles Thinks The Pack Hates Him Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Our investigation confirmed their account of violent conflict within your territory." "Their account," he repeated, something sharp and dismissive in his tone. "Miriam and her people are rebels, traitors to legitimate pack authority. They fled after attempting to undermine proper leadership succession." "That's not consistent with what we've documented," I said firmly. "Evidence of systematic violence, casualties among those who simply resisted or disagreed with your apparent consolidation of power." His expression hardened further, and I watched several of his shifted companions shift restlessly, low growls building among them despite his continued, deceptively calm human form.

His skin was ridiculously hot, sending a quick spark right up my arm that caught in my throat. ​"I can't fix what happened to him, Calla," he said, his thumb moving over my knuckles. It felt heavy, almost possessive, but his tone was dead serious. "But I’m going to tear Apex Capital apart, and I’m putting his name back where it belongs." ​I tried to pull my fingers away, but his grip stayed firm enough to keep me planted. ​"Why do you suddenly care about his name?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Why not just throw me in a basement like Victor?"

I asked. He didn’t answer. Which was answer enough. Another howl followed. Closer. “They’re testing the borders,” one of the pack members said. Kael turned to me. “Inside. Now.” “I’m not made of glass.” “You’re a target.” The word hit hard. Target. “I can fight,” I insisted. “You can barely control a pulse.” That stung. But he wasn’t wrong. Still— “I won’t hide while you all risk yourselves.” Something shifted in his expression.

“Get out of the pack!” Chloe’s composure shattered. A strangled sob escaped her, and tears cut clean tracks down her ghostly white face. The pack’s fury wasn’t just noise—it was a physical force, a wave of primal loathing that crashed against her mind. She was no longer the celebrated hero. She was a traitor about to be torn apart by the pack. She began to shake uncontrollably, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips. Marcus stood up, his face a mask of shock, but his eyes held a different emotion—the sharp, bitter anger of a plan gone horribly wrong. He was trying to defend her, but the furious pack members were already closing in on them.

Jarvis held the side of his stomach as he struggled to stand up. He didn't look at Soren, but me. “The pack was invaded two days ago and the stone was stolen.” He said, wiping the blood off his nose. I stood up. “What are you talking about?” “You have better come with me.” It was my turn to scoff. Did he think I was an idiot? Was this just another plot of theirs? Wanting me to come to the pack so that they could get their way with me? Probably kill me? Especially now that I was announced the greatest warrior of Veridian?

A threat. And he couldn’t let that happen. He sat with his back against the tree and dragged his hands down his face. His body was aching for rest, but his mind wouldn’t stop running. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her again, the way she looked at him like she needed something real to hold onto, the way her lips trembled when she whispered his name. “Kane…” It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not for her. Not for someone from another pack, someone who carried the same blood as his rival.

I said to him,and he looked very relaxed under my touch. "What do you think the pack will think of us?"? I asked him and he looked up at me with a furrowed brow. "What do you mean"? He asked me to look him in the eyes. Have you forgotten that you single handedly destroyed my reputation? What? Do you think the whole pack will accept a slut for their luna? I asked, looking him straight in the eyes and he growled back at me. "Don't call yourself that" he said and I narrowed my eyes on him.

He just had to figure out how to convince his father and the rest of the pack that their love was worth fighting for. Aiden was acutely aware of the significance of the conflict that was brewing within his pack. The love he felt for Freya was consuming him, but at the same time, he was bound by his loyalty to the pack and the traditions they upheld. The situation was not just about him and Freya anymore; it had become a battle between his heart and his duties as a member of the pack. The outcome of this conflict would have far-reaching consequences, not just for Aiden and Freya but for the entire pack.

'Oh no. Hell hath no fury like a returning mate to your brother, and when he dared to peek over the covers, there she stood in all her fiery glory, Isabella Stalker, Luna of the Howling Warriors, and she was glaring at him in a way that made him want to run for cover. In the background, Lucy held a pup-Jesus how long was he out for? Seeing Jarvis peeking out from behind her somehow wasn't surprising-but in the time it took the alpha wolf to analyze the situation, Bella had skated across the floor to him.

This scared the shit out of her because she didn't want to be called out. Since the whole pack was in support of Alpha rejecting her, he had no choice but to reject her and for the mother of the Moon to bless him with another mate, his current mate must have to die. Soon Frederick Stuart stood up from the throne with an expressionless face and declared, " I, Frederick Stuart of the Maden pack, reject you as my mate because I can't have an abomination ruling the pack with me. I command you to agree to this rejection to break any form of bond that existed between us"