𐐪𐑂 pairing — theo raeken x mccall!reader
𐐪𐑂 summary — y/n finds out that to theo, her ex boyfriend, had returned from hell. ‹ angst ›
𐐪𐑂 warnings — slight violence
𐐪𐑂 a/n — this is my first ever fic! please give me tips and advice on how to write better, i'd truly appreciate it! if there are any errors, feel free to correct me <3 thanks 4 reading!!
I couldn't focus on my homework. I knew the pack was coming over but they were being more hectic then they usually would be, and trust me, pack meetings are always pretty intense. I tried to refocus, but I heard loud banging and fighting noises from downstairs. "Yep, this is definitely not normal." I mumbled to myself as I rushed out of my room to check out the commotion downstairs.
"He remembers Stiles." I heard Liam say as I went down the stairs. "Who?" I asked. The whole pack turned up to look at me at the same time, except for Malia, who was still arguing with Liam. "Scott remembers Stiles, Lydia and I remember Stiles." She snarled.
Scott tapped Malia's shoulder and pointed at me. Her face immediately changed from a frown to a cute dorky smile, trying to play it off as if everything was okay.
"Who remembers Stiles?" I repeated my question louder and firmer. "I thought you said you were busy with, um, homework?" Scott stuttered nervously, while clearly angling himself to block me from seeing something kitchen. "Yea, but how am I suppose to focus with boxing match in my living room?" I replied sarcastically.
"He was like that too, you know? Stiles was always so goddamn sarcastic, sucks that you picked up on that." said a familiar voice.
It can't be him. His sister dragged him into the depths of hell. God, I really didn't want to deal with him now, the ghost riders were already enough trouble. The last thing I wanted was to face my feelings that I've been avoiding for months.
But it was him. Theo Raeken was back from hell. "Why is he here?!" I asked furiously. He looked the same as he did before he left. That perfect hair and that killer smile. Honestly, I wanted to not-hate him so bad. I turned to the Liam, who was holding Noshiko's sword and shot him a death stare . "Now, that's no way to talk to your only solution, right?" Theo taunted confidently. "Shut up!" The pack shouted in unison.
I walked up to Theo and kneeled down to get closer look of him. I softly cupped his face and used my thumb to gently caress his wounds. He was confused but grinned, thinking he still had me wrapped around his finger.
Then I punched him. Hard. In the nose. A punch was nothing compared how much he hurt me. How he had manipulated me and the others to turn against each other, how he played with my feelings, and especially how he murdered my brother.
The pack gasped, except for Malia, who was cheering me on like a proud mother. I stood up and smirked, turning my back at him and walking back to my room.
Some part of me wanted to turn back. Some part of me missed his touch. Some part of me wanted him back. But I could never let him know that.
"You've changed, huh?" He said while wiping the blood from his nose. I forgot that he still saw me as the "true alpha's vulnerable younger sister". "For the better." I replied, not turning back to look at him.
