Chapter I
Peter had thought about leaving with his nephew, but he couldn’t leave his daughter behind again. He wanted to get to know her. Sure all his attempts thus far have been brushed off and met with resistance, but he knew that it was mostly because of Stiles. The human was constantly whispering in his daughter’s ear about how he was evil and couldn’t be trusted. He was no saint but he wasn’t evil, all the things he had done had been for his family. He wondered if there was any way he could speed up the process of him and the banshee admitting their feelings for each other. They forgot he had been in her head, he knew exactly how she felt about him and Stiles never attempted to hide his feelings until he met Malia but his scent around the redhead couldn’t be changed.
He was making his way to the McCall house when he again caught the whiff of a smell he had been catching all over town. It smelled like family, the first few times he had assumed that he was catching the scent of his daughter, but that wasn’t the case. He knew logically that there was only one person in the world whose scent should be so close to his daughter, but he would let himself believe it. He had looked for both Malie and his son for months after he woke up from his coma, but he was never able to find them. He thought about asking her to kill off the rest of the supernatural population in the beginning but decided against it and he didn’t bother asking her where she had put the children, because he knew that even if Talia had told her she wouldn’t tell him unless he had something he could give her. He never did forget how Corinne wanted to abort their children in the beginning so she could keep her power.
He still found it hard to believe that a high school senior was the leader at one of the most formidable packs in California. “Peter what are you doing here?” Scott hadn’t seen much of Peter since he escaped Eichen house sure the man had done horrible things but he didn’t have it in him to force the man back into that hellhole. The Sheriff decided to leave it alone, because of all the paperwork it would take to get the man back in the asylum, especially since on paper the man was still in a coma at the hospital.
“I need to know has there been any new wolf running around Beacon Hill around your ages?” Simple and straight to the point, he didn’t have time for small talk. “Are you talking about Theo? What do you want with him?” Scott asked in confusion, “I need you to get him here now. We need to talk.” He could tell that Peter was serious and he didn’t seem to have any ill intentions but he wasn’t going to just hand the omega over to him because he asked. “No not until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Look, Scott just get both of them here, and then I will explain everything.” Peter didn’t like at all how he was at the boy's mercy. Scott decided to call both the teens.
Theo had everything planned out and he just needed to watch it play out. The dread doctors thought he was an idiot but that wasn’t the case and he would make sure they knew that before they died. It was harder than he thought it was going to be but he would be apart of the pack soon enough. He had enough of the constant stench of fear in the house so he sent the Raekens on a business trip, he actually hoped that they didn’t come back. They were idiots, he thought about killing them but he didn’t have the time. He needed to meet with Dread doctors, looking for their next victim and study with Malia tonight. There was something about the were coyote, he had thought about sleeping his way into the pack and it helped that she was attractive even made a pass at her but something in the back of his mind made him decide not to. He didn’t let himself think about it much, he always told himself that he could focus on it when he got into the pack. He was just about to go on a run when he got a call from Scott to meet him at the house and hung up before he could ask for details. Instantly his guard was up, he swore to god if Stiles found another thin piece of evidence he would kill consequences be damned.
When he got there turns out Stiles wasn’t there, but Peter Hale was. Of course, he knew who the alpha that bit Scott was but what he didn’t know was why he was still in beacon hills staring at him like he was sizing him up. “Who are you?” he only asked because of the obvious next step, there was no way he would know who Peter was unless he asked around and why would he do that if he was as naive and innocent as he was pretending to be.
“Are you adopted?” The abruptness of the question shocked him into silence for a moment. “What?” He had to think back, yes he was adopted at birth by the Reakens when he was an infant, he had honestly forgotten all about it but it did explain some things, like why they always preferred Tara over him. “Are the people you live with your biological parents?” he asked again slowly like he was speaking to a slow person. Using snark to cover up his nervousness this boy’s scent soothed his wolf in a way that only family was supposed to be able to.
“Scott, what is this? What is Peter doing here?” ‘Was it possible that Stiles had actually interrupted at a good time?’ Theo considered in amusement. “What’s going on Peter?” Malia asked she hoped this wasn’t another ploy for him to force her to acknowledge him. She wouldn’t put it past Peter, but why would he involve Theo in it, how did he even know who Theo was.
“Will you just answer my question, the sooner you do the sooner I can explain.” Peter huffed, not taking his eyes off Theo. Theo growled he didn’t like being ordered around any more than Peter did. “What’s to keep me from leaving?” Peter scoffed did the boy think he could take him, he wasn’t angered like he should have been. It did make him angry that he wasn’t angry, usually, he would have stuck his claws through any other person’s chest right now. “You really think you could take me? Give it your best shot.” Peter growled back, luckily for her house, Melissa chose that moment to walk through the door. Not that Scott wouldn’t try but he doubted that he would be able to stop a fight between wolves, not in his pack. His mother’s appearance would hopefully distract them long enough for them to calm down. “Theo was just about to tell us if he was adopted or not.” Stile broke the awkward tension, he needed all the info he could get on Theo no matter how irrelevant it seemed.
“Yes! I was fucking adopted. Why does it matter!?” Theo snapped when all eyes zeroed in on him. Peter took a step forward and placed his hand on the brunette wolf’s shoulders. “It’s possible that you might be my son,” he answered in all seriousness, which was broken the minute Stiles broke out in laughter and that’s when hell broke through.
---------------------------------------------------- Authors Note---------------------------------------------------------
I’m sorry if you're reading one of my other stories and you’ve been waiting a while I’m working on all of them, but I couldn’t get this story out of my head. Obviously I changed some things, like what scents mean, but I didn’t really change it so much as just merge it with what is known.