Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: The Deadpool’s End

Scott used Vivian and Elias’s severed hands and eyeballs to reactivate the elevator. Then the group ascended to the sixth-floor office.

He walked to one of the walls, moved a painting aside, and found a hidden safe. Using the same hands and eyes, he opened it and pulled out a stack of documents.

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "What are those?"

Scott smirked. "The deed to this building, some bank documents, and apparently Peter’s money."

Isaac blinked. "Bank documents... How much money are we talking?" noveldrama

Scott checked the numbers. "Three hundred and twenty million dollars."

Noah gave a low whistle. "That’s a lot of money."

Victoria said. "They were selling supernatural organs and body parts on the black market. Honestly, I expected more."

Scott nodded. "This building wasn’t cheap, and they were constantly buying rare herbs—yellow wolfsbane and other expensive ingredients. That’s why they only have Three hundred and twenty million left."

He handed the hands and eyeballs to Rafael. "Can you change the biometric scans—retina and fingerprints—to ours?"

Rafael shrugged. "I know my way around a computer, but this is a little out of my league. What about you, Parrish?"

Parrish stepped forward. "I can try."

"You’ll need to get to the server room on the fourth floor to change the security protocols." Scott told him.

Cora glanced down at the unconscious Meredith. "What about her?"

Scott shrugged. "We’ll let Lydia read her memories first. Then we’ll decide what to do with her."

They brought Meredith with them to the fifth floor, where they met up with Melissa, Deaton, Chris, and Allison.

Scott scanned the lab. It was filled with supernatural organs—brains, lungs, hearts—and several dead creatures still on operating tables. Seven lab-coated scientists lay lifeless on the floor.

"You guys already killed them?" He asked.

Melissa said. "Bastards like them didn’t deserve to live."

Scott nodded. "Alright. Doc, gather everything that needs to be disposed of. I’ll take care of it and burn it with the bodies. Aiden, Isaac, Derek—stay and help Deaton."

He handed the deed and bank papers to Deaton. "Give these to your siren friend so she can help make this place legally ours."

Deaton turned to Melissa and passed her the documents. "Hold onto these. I’ve got to deal with this lab first."

Scott and the others then moved down to the fourth floor but didn’t find Stiles and his group. Instead, they left Rafael, Noah, and Parrish in the server room to begin changing the building’s security measures. Scott and the rest headed down to the first floor, where they found Stiles, Lydia, Erica, Boyd, Peter, and ten rescued prisoners from the fourth floor.

Stiles asked. "You done already?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. What about you guys?"

Lydia answered. "We shut down the Deadpool. We were just about to let these people go."

One of the captives, Demarco—a Beta from Satomi’s pack—approached Scott. "Thank you again. You saved us."

Scott waved him off. "No need to thank me. Just take your people and go."

Demarco nodded and left with the five other Betas from Satomi’s pack.

Scott turned to the remaining four prisoners. "What about them?"

Stiles said. "They’re clear. We read their memories—they’re not bad people."

Scott looked at the four. "You can go."

The group thanked Scott and the pack, then quickly left.

Watching them go, Scott asked. "What are they?"

Lydia replied. "Two werecats and two werecoyotes."

Allison raised a brow. "What kind of cats are we talking about?"

Erica smirked. "Sphynx cats. Not very strong, though."

Allison blinked. "Wait, you mean those hairless cats?"

Lydia nodded. "Yeah. They shifted when they got scared. They are not cute at all."

Scott said. "Anyway, Lydia—read the banshee’s memories so we can decide what to do with her."

Lydia walked over to Meredith, placed a hand on her head, and closed her eyes. After a few moments, she pulled back with a smirk.

"Scott." She said. "It looks like we still haven’t caught the real Benefactor."

Stiles frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lydia turned to Peter. "It’s him."

Cora said. "Why am I not surprised?"

Peter’s eyes widened in panic. "What?! Even if I was stupid enough to put bounties on all of you, I’m not dumb enough to put a bounty on my own head! Lydia, did I offend you or something?"

Lydia shrugged. "I’m just telling the truth. The Deadpool was your idea. Meredith was only acting on your plan. But before she could start it on her own, people from this company reached out and helped her."

Cora’s eyes glowed red. "Peter, explain yourself. And trust me, if you can’t convince me you’re innocent, I will kill you."

Peter held up his hands. "I swear, I don’t know anything about the Deadpool!"

Scott chuckled. "Alright, Lydia. Stop messing with Peter. Just tell us what really happened."

Lydia smiled faintly. "When Peter was comatose and mentally unstable, Meredith was in the same hospital room. She could hear his thoughts and intentions—she was influenced by his rage and plans to ’reset’ the supernatural world in Beacon Hills. That’s how she knew about his money, and the plan to create a Deadpool: a hit list of supernatural creatures, including Peter himself. It was all meant to tear down the old world and build a new one—one Peter would lead."

Peter blinked. "What? I was out of my mind back then! I was filled with rage, trapped in my body, and all I could think about was vengeance."

He turned to Scott. "You have to believe me—I’m not responsible for what happened. I don’t even remember ever meeting this banshee."

Scott raised a hand. "Alright, you can shut up now, Peter. I know you’re not dumb enough to be the one behind the Deadpool."

Stiles crossed his arms. "So, what do we do with the banshee?"

Lydia spoke calmly. "She’s a victim. She was brainwashed by the crazy version of Peter. She genuinely thought she was doing something good. I say we just send her back to Eichen House."

Scott nodded. "Then she’s your responsibility, Lydia."

He turned to Peter, waving the bearer bonds with a smirk. "By the way, this is your money. But since you’re the one who inspired the Deadpool, I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t give it back."

Peter looked horrified. "Like I said, I don’t even remember that plan. Please don’t take my money."

Scott grinned. "Fine, but you’re paying something."

Peter sighed. "How about I give everyone a million each?"

Scott handed over the bearer bonds. "Deal. Then I’m keeping twenty million."

Peter blinked. "Wait, isn’t it just nineteen million? We’re twenty in the pack, including me, so you should keep only nineteen million."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "We’re twenty-one. Don’t forget our newest member, Liam. I’ll keep his million safe for him."

Peter groaned. "Right. The new stupid kid."

Scott clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone. Let’s clean this building. Peter, gather the bodies you butchered and take them outside—we’ll burn them. Then clean up the blood."

He turned to Melissa. "Mom, you and the girls should head home. We’ve got it from here."

Melissa nodded. "Alright."

Scott opened a shadow portal to the ranch, and Melissa, Victoria, and the other girls stepped through.

Lydia lingered behind. "Scott, open a portal to Eichen House. I’ll take Meredith there myself. I’ll ask Morrell to look after her. Besides... she knew my grandmother. I want to talk to her."

Scott nodded. After the five-minute cooldown for his shadow portal, he opened another one—this time to Eichen House. Lydia stepped through with Meredith.

Once she was gone, Scott and the rest of the guys split up. Some helped Peter clean the mess he made, while others returned to the fifth floor to help Deaton dispose of the supernatural organs and remains.

It took them a few hours to finish cleaning the entire building.

Later that evening, they all returned to the ranch. As they gathered in the living room of the pack house, Stiles looked around and asked. "So... what are we going to do with that building?"

Scott smiled and said. "How about we turn that building into a cosmetics company? I’m sure Deaton can make some cosmetics that women will love, using his magical herbs. Plus, he could develop medicine for supernaturals or something like that. What do you think, Doc?"

Deaton nodded. "I can do that, but I don’t know anything about running a company."

Scott grinned. "Chris can help with that. He’s not doing much all day anyway—looks like he could use a job."

Chris scowled. "Hey, you little punk, who said I want to work?"

Scott laughed. "Come on. Instead of just laying around all day, why don’t you help run the company?"

Chris shook his head. "Victoria’s pregnant, and I need to take care of her. I don’t have time for a job."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "I’m pregnant, Chris, not sick. I don’t need you hovering over me—at least, not yet. Besides, I’m bored at home. I’m going to help with the company, too."

Melissa smiled. "Me too. I don’t know much about running a company, but I can help with medicine and cosmetics."

Deaton rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Then I’ll need to talk to my sister and see if she’s willing to work with us—and hire some capable people. I’m willing to help in the company, but I still want to keep my animal clinic. So if Marin is willing to work with us, I can let her be in charge of the lab in the company and help her from time to time.’"

Scott said. "Alright, you guys take care of the company, then."

Deaton looked at Scott. "Melissa and I are going out of town tomorrow to meet Melina, the siren. So, Scott, I need you to watch over the animal clinic until I get back."

Scott nodded. "You got it."

To be continued... 😊