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If Stiles could have anything, one last wish, he wants Chris and Isaac to live, to stay safe in France. No. More than that. He wants them all to live. He wants to go back in time and save them, all of them—Scott, Melissa, his dad, Peter, Derek, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Parrish, Braeden, Liam, Corey, Mason, Hayden. He wishes he could go back even further. Allison. Aiden. Erica. Boyd. Even Laura. The Hales. Paige. Deucalion's pack. It was all Gerard's fault. All the violence. All the bloodshed.
"No." The word escapes his lips like a whisper, taking with it his final breath.
His blood soaks into the Nemeton. An offering.
Power floods through him. A response.
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19 Jun 2026
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“I've made a mistake,” Paige said out loud. When she decided to go on a walk in the preserve it was partly cloudy, the forecast didn't show it was going to rain but as she got further and further away from her car the worse it looked outside. Paige tried looking at her phone but got no service. Clouds covered the sky and the wind blew harshly, if Paige breathed in hard enough she could smell the rain waiting to fall from the sky.
After about 30 minutes of wandering, rain starts pouring from the sky. She's soaked to the bone, freezing cold. By the grace of God, she stops in front of a mansion. ‘It's worth a shot. At least until the rain stops,’ she thinks to herself.
She runs up the steps and goes to knock on the door, it swings open. “Stiles? It's raining so hard. I told you to come back earlier,” said a tall, dark, and handsome man. Paige gasped at the sight, she felt like she knew this man but couldn't quite remember his name. The man looks down at her and frowns, “You're not Stiles.”
5 Times Paige Thought Derek Had Feelings For Her +1 Time She Realized He Didn't
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12 Jun 2026
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There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
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12 Jun 2026
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Stiles sobbed against the wild forest floor. The earth, rich and moist, would make his bed tonight. He would not be returning. Let the wolves take him. Let the night cover him from unwanted eyes.
“Please,” Stiles begged. “Please…”
Gerard was getting desperate. The killings put him on edge and on wine. If not for Chris’ whining, Stiles was sure he would have had Stiles right there on the dinner table.
Stiles folded his hands over his stomach, feeling the man’s lingering touch. No river was able to wash it away.
Stiles was blessed. His womb was a sacred, precious thing, and it was not meant for a man like Gerard. Elders promised him love and fertility, said they saw loving hands holding his big belly and lips upon his skin. They said the gods would send many children his way.
It felt so wrong to not want them now.
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12 Jun 2026
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By the time his fifth and final run arrives, he is done humiliating himself for a tradition that has only ever looked at him like a mistake waiting to happen. So instead of running beneath the full moon with the other omegas, Stiles hides in his favorite hollow tree with blankets, a flashlight, and a romance novel, fully intending to spend the night alone.
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11 Jun 2026