Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn -
Chapter 161: Something Worth Celebrating
Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Something Worth Celebrating
After dealing with Violet and Garrett, and returning to the ranch, Aiden loaded his mangled bike onto a truck and drove into town to see if it could be fixed.
Meanwhile, Scott, Stiles, and Allison were about to enter the pack house when Victoria’s voice echoed in their minds.
[Kids, come to our home for dinner.]
Allison responded telepathically. [Is everything okay, Mom?]
[Of course, sweetheart.] Victoria replied. [Your dad and I just want to have dinner with you. Now hurry up—Malia’s already here and complaining because she’s hungry. Just tell Scott to use one of his shadow portals.]
[Okay.] Allison answered with a small smile.
Out loud, she turned to Scott. "Mom says you can open a shadow portal to their place."
Scott nodded and waved his hand, opening a swirling shadow portal that led directly into the Argents’ living room.
The three of them stepped through and were immediately greeted by the inviting aroma of roasted chicken and Victoria’s home cooking.
They walked into the kitchen, where Victoria turned and smiled at them. "Welcome, kids."
"Hey, Victoria." Scott said warmly.
Allison kissed her mother on the cheek. "Hi, Mom."
"Evening. Where’s Malia?" Stiles asked, glancing around.
"She’s in the backyard with Chris. They’re grilling some steaks." Victoria replied.
Stiles nodded and headed outside to find her.
"Scott, Allison, come help me set the table." Victoria said.
The two of them jumped in to help, setting plates, pouring drinks, and bringing the food to the table.
Dinner was warm and simple—grilled steaks, roast chicken, vegetables, mashed potatoes. The kind of meal that made a house feel like a home. They ate together, laughed, and shared stories about school, and Peter’s latest humiliation at Cora’s hands.
Halfway through the meal, Victoria set down her fork and looked at Scott.
"There’s something I’ve been meaning to say." She began gently. "Scott... thank you. For saving my life. That night when Derek bit me... I was ready to end it. I thought it was over. But you gave me another chance."
Scott blinked, surprised and touched. "You don’t have to thank me. You saved yourself. I just... gave you a choice."
Chris, seated beside her, said. "Although I still don’t like you that much, you little punk... I’ll always be grateful. That night could’ve gone very differently. But now..."
Victoria smiled and continued. "Now, I’m happy. I have two daughters. A big family. And something more."
Allison tilted her head. "Something more?"
Victoria glanced at Chris, who gave her a proud nod.
She smiled and said softly. "I’m pregnant."
Silence fell over the table.
Then—
"Really?" Allison beamed, her fork clattering to the plate as she stood up and hugged her mom. "That’s amazing!"
Malia grinned wide. "A little sister or a little brother? That sounds like fun. I’ll teach them how to hunt deer."
Scott and Stiles both smiled, genuinely happy. "Congratulations."
Chris chuckled. "Thanks. And we’re going to need a safe place to raise this child. So... I’ve decided I’m going to build a house on the ranch."
Allison nodded. "That’s a great idea, Dad. The whole pack will help take care of the baby."
Scott leaned back in his chair with a smile. "This is great news. So how about we throw a party tomorrow night? Celebrate the first baby of our pack."
Victoria blinked, surprised. "Oh, Scott, there’s no need for all that."
"No, Mom." Allison said firmly. "This is something happy. We should celebrate. With the Deadpool and everything else going on in town, we deserve a little happiness. We need it."
Victoria laughed softly. "Well... I suppose I can’t argue with that."
Chris raised his glass. "Then it’s settled. Tomorrow night, we celebrate."
Malia grinned. "Great. Then we should roast a whole bull for the party."
Everyone looked at her.
"What?" She said defensively. "There are a lot of people in the pack. A whole bull is barely enough."
Scott smirked. "You’re right. In fact... maybe we should roast that stupid fat cow Allison and the other girls like."
Malia nodded eagerly. "Yeah. Buttercup is very fat. And she looks delicious. I agree."
Stiles chimed in without hesitation. "I’m in."
"NO!" Allison shouted, horrified. "If you three monsters so much as touch sweet Buttercup, you’ll regret it! Besides, the bulls in the herd are much bigger than her, go pick one of them. Leave her alone!"
Everyone burst out laughing as Scott raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, love. We’re just joking."
"I don’t trust you idiots." Allison muttered. "I’m telling Lydia and the girls. We’ll keep our eyes on you."
Laughter continued to echo through the Argent house, the warmth of the evening wrapping around them as they finished their meal. The conversation flowed with ease, and time passed faster than anyone noticed.
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The Next Morning, at the ranch.
Sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows of the pack house as Chris and Victoria stood in front of the assembled pack. Allison and Malia stood beside them, both trying—and failing—not to grin too wide.
Chris cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. "We have an announcement."
Victoria squeezed his hand and smiled. "I’m pregnant."
For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then—
"Congratulations! You beat me to it." Melissa said with a grin, wrapping Victoria in a warm hug.
"Then we have to celebrate." Lydia added, genuine happiness lighting up her face.
"We’re throwing a party tonight." Scott said with a grin.
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Later That Night...
The ranch was alive with light, music, and the mouthwatering scent of grilled meat. Lanterns hung between the trees, gently swaying in the breeze. A long outdoor table was piled high with food—roasted potatoes, grilled vegetables, cornbread, fresh fruit, and at the center of it all, an entire roasted bull that was cooked to perfection.
The whole pack was there. Even Agisa arrived with Noah, and the Yukimuras brought fresh sushi rolls that vanished almost immediately.
Somehow, Stiles had ended up in charge of the music. After too many complaints from Lydia, he finally settled on a playlist that everyone could tolerate.
Later that night, after everyone had danced to their hearts’ content and eaten more than they should, they tossed more wood into the fire pit where the bull had roasted.
The flames roared back to life—massive and bright, sending golden sparks into the dark sky.
Everyone gathered around the fire, settling onto blankets, in lawn chairs, or directly on the grass.
Victoria sat on a blanket between Allison and Chris, with Malia curled beside her, resting her head in Victoria’s lap.
Scott poked at the fire with a stick, smiling as he looked around at his big family. "This... this is nice."
"Indeed." Stiles said, sipping from a soda can.
The pack stayed like that for a long time—talking, laughing, telling stories under the stars. For once, they weren’t thinking about the Deadpool, or hunters, or supernatural enemies. Just warmth, food, and love.
Eventually, the pack dozed off in small clusters around the fire, wrapped in blankets or leaning against each other.
Above them, the stars watched silently, shining bright over a rare and perfect night.
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A warehouse, somewhere in Beacon Hills
Two families of hunters stood facing one another—both armed, both dangerous, and both united by a single goal: the destruction of the McCall pack.
At the front of one side stood Araya Calavera, flanked by her hunters. Beside her, silent and watchful, was her son Severo Calavera. Opposite them stood the Madrigal family—hunters from the depths of Colombia. Their patriarch, Ramiro Madrigal, bore deep scars across his jawline, and his eyes gleamed with cold calculation. His three sons stood behind him, equally battle-worn and deadly.
"It’s been a long time, Ramiro." Araya said, arms crossed.
Ramiro gave her a thin smile. "Indeed. You look good... for an old woman."
Araya snorted. "And you look uglier than I remember. What left those scars on your face? A beast? Or just one of your bitches turning on you?"
Ramiro chuckled. "Still have that foul mouth, I see. Let’s skip the pleasantries. My son tells me you need help killing just one woman?"
Araya’s expression darkened. "Not just any woman. Victoria Argent. She was one of us. She should have taken her own life when she was bitten. Instead, she joined the McCall pack. And though my family is strong, I don’t think we can take her down alone—not under the protection of a True Alpha."
Ramiro nodded thoughtfully. "I’ve seen the Deadpool. The McCall pack caught my attention. But you seem... cautious."
"I’ve fought Derek Hale and his sister before. They’re both Alphas. Powerful. Stronger than anything I’ve seen. And from what I’ve gathered, they’re part of McCall’s pack now. So imagine how strong Scott McCall must be."
Ramiro’s eyes narrowed. "So the rumors we heard in this town were true. The McCall pack is formidable. But they’re worth a fortune—and there’s no reward without risk."
Araya raised an eyebrow. "So... are you willing to form an alliance?"
"Yes. Although I have that thing." Ramiro said, turning slightly and gesturing toward a dark corner of the warehouse.
There, inside a massive cage reinforced with steel bars and lined with mountain ash, was something. A creature with dark green scales, wings folded tight against its back, its reptilian eyes glowing a deep, menacing red.
"But." Ramiro added. "I don’t want to lose too many of my men."
Araya narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you can control that thing?"
Ramiro smirked. "It’s fully under my control."
"You know what happens if you let it kill someone who doesn’t deserve to die." Araya warned. "You’ll turn into a Kanima yourself."
"I’m aware." Ramiro said calmly. "Don’t worry about me—I know exactly what I’m doing."
"And who, exactly, do you plan to kill from the McCall pack?"
Ramiro looked her dead in the eyes. "All of them."
"All of them?" Araya echoed, though she already knew the answer.
Ramiro nodded. "Every last one. And in return, we split the Deadpool bounties. But not fifty-fifty. I’m offering twenty-five percent."
Araya’s jaw tightened. "Forty."
"Twenty-five." Ramiro repeated coldly. "Take it or leave it."
There was a long, tense silence.
Then Araya smiled—a slow, dangerous smile. "Fine. But I get to kill Victoria Argent and the Hales myself. With my own hands."
Ramiro said. "Deal."
Severo, who’d been silently watching the cage, finally spoke. "So... when do we attack?"
Ramiro turned, stepping back toward a table littered with maps, photos, and surveillance reports. "Not yet. I need more information. I want to know exactly what kinds of supernatural creatures they have. Their weaknesses. The layout of the ranch. Escape routes."
"You’ve got one week." Araya said sharply. "After that—we attack."
"Then tell your people to work with mine. We’ll gather intel. Every detail matters."
Araya nodded once. "All right."
And with handshake, the alliance was sealed.
To be continued... 😊
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