#alphakage

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 have Allison back in her life once more, she had been just so stressed since the dark-haired young woman stopped talking to her after staying at her place. But she wasn’t going to ignore the fact that she should have respected her privacy instead of asking everyone if they knew what was happening with her... she didn’t need to know the person she hated gave her the information of her being a Nephilim, that was better either for Allison and Peter. 

The French woman had a night shift that day, but instead of going to bed, her mind just told her to walk towards the pack loft building with a bag full of treats to bring Scott, the reason just to ask him how was him dealing with everything going on with her cousin, she was sure if someone knew about her being a Nephilim was her alpha.

The deputy took a deep breath, just to knock on the male’s door. “Hey, It’s Belle, Allison’s cousin” she said softly “I’ve got you something” \\ @alphakage​

Stiles knew it was only a matter of time until Scott, his stubborn brother, would talk his way into meeting him. The text that Stiles had sent him hadn’t been enough for him, the amount of missed calls on his phone being proof enough and Stiles knew that Scott would want to see him for himself. To make sure that he was okay. And while Stiles couldn’t blame him for that - after all, he would have and actually had done the same - he really didn’t want to be seen like this. 

At least, he had been allowed to freely roam within the confines of his room but it had been his own wish to not have anyone be allowed in with him. He didn’t trust himself and he didn’t want any of the pack to see what he had become. Anger and frustration boiled in him. Pack. Was he even a part of it anymore? Stiles only knew the basics of vampires, he never had the reason to look more deeply into how they worked socially. Was he now automatically part of Roman’s clan? Was he not allowed to be part of the pack anymore? He hadn’t dared ask Roman these things yet, there had been more pressing matters. 

When his phone rung again, Stiles glared at it. Didn’t Scott get a hint? With a growl, he picked up his phone and flung it against the wall, watching as it splintered into many pieces. Right. Vampire strength. Just as the phone had shattered, the door opened and with wide eyes, Stiles saw Scott enter the room.

And I love you, Lobinho.

“See how much of a burden I am with my fist rammed down your throat. Don’t even try me. In fact, don’t even breathe the same air as me.”

“Oh my god, Scott, stop. That is not true! And if your mom heard you say that she’d so whoop your ass.” 

I meant what I said, Scott. Vou me lembrar de você só enquanto eu respirar. (I will remember you just as long as I breath.)

I’m sorry, have we met? Maybe you’re confusing me with a cheap copy of a Petrova that’s walking around town, but if you’re her enemy, you might be my friend.

Between you and me, we’ve got way more knowledge than what’s safe for anyone to know. I mean, it’s not unsafe for us, but I’d hate to be one of the people standing in our way.