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After driving the getaway car, Liam finds Theo’s journal. Despite his better judgment, he reads it, discovering a side of Theo he never knew existed and realises that his feelings are not as unrequited as he had thought.
!No AI was used to make this!
Title is from the Song “Twist U Up (My Words)” by Sisyfuss -
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His zeal. It had been unleashed prematurely, forced by stress and confrontation.
The effect was instantaneous. The eyes of half a dozen Alphas in the room turned gold. The one who had been teasing Liam snarled, baring his fangs, his instinct to claim the Omega in heat overriding any rationality.
Liam paled, fear replacing fury for the first time that night. He took a step back, stumbling over the bar. Mason tried to get in front of him, but a Beta was no match for a pheromone-crazed Alpha.
Theo watched it all with deadly calm. It wasn't his problem. Liam had a pack. Scott would come and rescue him. He just had to turn tail and walk away.
But then him own instincts, those he'd buried beneath layers of cynicism and pain, roared inside him. Protect. Claim.
Cursing silently, Theo moved. Not with the speed of a hero, but with the efficiency of a predator. He stood between Liam and the attacking Alpha, his own Alpha pheromone erupting not with territorial heat, but with icy, absolute threat.
"Touch the Omega," Theo said, his voice a whisper that cut through the hum of the club, "and I'll rip your throat out."
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In a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live under strict social rules, Stiles Stilinski is everything an omega shouldn't be: irreverent, sarcastic, and utterly allergic to conformity. To survive university life and keep the bills paid, he’s built an unusual business—posing as other omegas in arranged dates, just to scare off arrogant, millionaire alphas. His reputation as “the impossible omega” is growing fast—and he’s loving every second of it.
Across town, Derek Hale, a workaholic alpha with the emotional range of a rock, is facing an ultimatum from his mother: find a compatible match or watch the classified files of his tech empire get permanently locked. But Derek isn’t one to fold easily—not even when a certain rebellious omega crashes into his life.
When Stiles is hired for a top-secret date and discovers the “target client” is none other than Derek Hale himself, things spiral out of control. Between chaotic dinners, meticulously planned sabotage, and corporate secrets at stake, the two are forced into an uneasy alliance.
Can Beacon Hills' most unpredictable omega and its grumpiest alpha survive this collision course? Or will their hearts—and their files—end up permanently corrupted? -
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Not wanting to think on it too much, Stiles took a step forward and passed his hand between the bars, moving the bleeding side closer to Derek’s mouth.
“Not too close, he bites.”
Stiles snatched his hand away just as Derek had been about to lick at it. The snarl he got in response was not comforting.
“He what?” Stiles asked nervously, turning to Deaton.
The man looked a little amused. “Don’t worry, only if he doesn’t like you.”
“Well, he probably hates me, now!” Stiles insisted, turning back to Derek.
He looked extremely displeased.
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Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
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“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”
“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.
“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”
“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”
“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”