Chapter 46: Allison's Request 

The morning sunlight filtered through Scott's room as he woke up feeling refreshed and eager for the day ahead. After a quick shower, Scott dressed casually in jeans and a fitted black shirt that hugged his toned frame, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he admired himself in the mirror. "Looking good, McCall," he muttered. He headed downstairs to the kitchen, whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast, and left a portion neatly covered for his mom. 

Sliding into his car, Scott drove through Beacon Hills to the Argent residence. 

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Upstairs in the Argent house, Allison woke up feeling lighter than she had in days. Last night had been intense, but it was freeing to finally confront her family.

After a shower, she dressed in her favorite pair of jeans and a simple white blouse. Her hair cascaded down her back, effortlessly perfect. As she descended the stairs, the smell of breakfast greeted her. Victoria was in the kitchen, Chris at the table with his coffee, and Kate lingered nearby. 

The tension was palpable, but Allison didn't let it ruin her mood. She greeted her mom and dad with a smile and sat down to eat, completely ignoring Kate's presence. It was as though she didn't exist. 

Halfway through breakfast, her phone buzzed with a text: [Morning, gorgeous. I'm outside.] 

Allison's face lit up as she stood and kissed her mom on the cheek. "Bye, Mom. See you later, Dad." Then she grabbed her bag, and walked out the door. 

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When Allison opened the front door, she spotted Scott leaning casually against his car, waiting for her. Unable to contain her excitement, she ran toward him and threw herself into his arms. Scott caught her with ease, spinning her around once before pulling her close in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much." She said softly, her voice full of warmth.

Scott smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I missed you too."

Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss, the kind that made the rest of the world fade away.

When they finally pulled apart, Scott glanced toward the house and saw Victoria and Chris standing by the door. Chris's glare was sharp, practically radiating hostility, while Victoria stood beside him, her expression unreadable. Scott, unbothered, flashed his most charming smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Argent!" he called cheerfully. "You look as beautiful as ever!"

Victoria raised an eyebrow but managed a polite nod in response.

Scott then turned to Chris, who looked like he was moments away from exploding. "Hello, Uncle Chris! You should try smiling sometime! It might help with the wrinkles!"

Chris's fists clenched as he muttered. "You little punk."

Scott's gaze shifted to Kate, who had just stepped outside. His expression instantly darkened, his eyes full of unmistakable disgust.

Before anything more could be said, Allison grabbed his arm. "Let's go," she said, tugging him toward the car.

After they left, Chris muttered. "I hate that kid." 

Victoria, thoughtful, said. "Did you notice the way he looked at Kate? His eyes were full of disgust. I think he knows." 

Chris frowned. "Knows what?" 

"I think he's the one who told Allison everything about us. It makes sense now." 

Chris's jaw tightened. "I'm going to kill him." 

A sudden, sinister smile crept across his face. "Do you think he's a werewolf?" 

Victoria sighed. "I don't know. We'd have to test him." 

"If he is." Chris smiled. "I'm going to hunt him down and make him break up with my little girl." 

Victoria placed a hand on his arm. "Tread lightly, Chris. Whatever Scott is, it's enough to scare someone like Peter Hale. And we don't want to provoke something worse than an Alpha." 

Kate, who had been listening, interjected, "Why do you think Peter is afraid of him?" 

Victoria's eyes darkened. "Because Allison said it herself: 'Even if I met him alone in the woods, he wouldn't dare touch a single hair on my head. Let's just say… I'm protected.' Who do you think she's talking about?" 

Kate frowned. "Scott…" 

Chris clenched his fists. "I need to find out what he is and who's backing him." 

Victoria gave him a warning look. "Just don't push Allison any further. She's still angry with us. If you try to force her hand, you might lose her completely." 

Chris snorted and headed back inside. As Kate moved to follow, Victoria grabbed her arm. Her voice was cold and firm. "Stay away from Scott. If you do anything stupid, you'll break Allison's heart again. And call it intuition, but if you weren't her aunt, you'd already be dead." 

Kate paled slightly but didn't respond. Victoria released her arm and walked inside, leaving Kate alone on the porch.

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As Scott drove, he glanced at Allison. "So, how did the revelation party go last night?" 

Allison smiled. "They were shocked. But luckily, when I told them what Kate did, it was clear they didn't know. If they had been part of it, I think I'd be completely broken right now." 

Scott reached over, placing his hand on hers. He could feel her emotions—relief, happiness, and lingering sadness. "And how are you feeling now?" 

"I feel… good, actually." 

Scott's grin widened. "I heard today's your birthday. How about we ditch school and have some fun?" 

Allison pouted playfully. "Who told you it's my birthday? I'm still sixteen!" 

"Don't worry, babe. I like older women." 

Allison gasped, glaring at him. "You're dead!" 

She lunged at him, playfully smacking his arm, pinching him, and even twisting his ear. Scott yelped dramatically. "Okay, okay! I was joking! I'm sorry! No biting!" 

Their playful banter nearly caused Scott to swerve off the road. Regaining control, he let out a relieved sigh. "No more playing while I'm driving!" 

Allison nodded, her tone serious. "Agreed. That was scary." 

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Scott took her to an amusement park, and they spent the day laughing, screaming on rides, and winning stuffed animals. By the time they left, Allison was clutching an oversized teddy bear and smiling so much her cheeks hurt. 

Their next stop was a bakery-restaurant. Scott approached the waiter with a grin. "It's my girlfriend's seven... I mean, sixteenth birthday. Can you bring a birthday cake to our table?" 

The waiter smiled. "Of course. Should we sing for her too?" 

Scott nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!" 

When the cake arrived, accompanied by three waitresses singing "Happy Birthday." Allison blushed furiously as the other customers turned to watch. But when she saw the number "16" on the cake, she smiled sweetly at Scott, her heart swelling with love. 

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As the sun began to set, Scott drove them to a secluded spot overlooking Beacon Hills. They sat on the hood of his car, Allison nestled in his arms as the sky turned shades of orange and pink. 

"This is perfect." She whispered. 

Scott pressed a kiss to her temple. "You're perfect." 

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the world around them fading away. No hunters, no werewolves, no secrets—just them.

"Happy birthday, Allison." He murmured. 

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "Thank you, Scott. For today."

Scott held her close, running his fingers gently through her hair. "You're not sincere enough, babe." He teased, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. 

Allison smiled, turning around to face him fully. She leaned in and gave him a deep, passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Pulling back slightly, she whispered against his lips, "Is that sincere enough for you?" 

Scott chuckled. "No." 

Before they knew it, their lips met again, and the intensity between them grew. The world around them melted away as they gave in to the fiery passion that had been building for weeks. Their kisses grew more fervent, and their hands explored each other with newfound boldness. 

After a while, Allison broke free, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavy. She looked into Scott's eyes and said softly, "Let's get into the car, Scott." 

Scott hesitated for a moment, his voice full of care. "Are you sure about this, Allison?" 

She nodded. "Yes." 

Scott wasn't one to say no to her, especially not when her desire mirrored his own. What followed was a moment of pure connection as they took their relationship to a level that transcended words. 

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The night air was cool, and the car was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Allison lay on Scott's chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin with her fingers. 

"Hey, Scott." She murmured, her voice soft. "I want to be like you." 

Scott frowned slightly, looking down at her. "What? You mean a werewolf?" 

"Yes," she said, her voice firm. "And not just that. I want to fight by your side. I want to protect the innocent. I want to be a real hunter—a hunter that hunts evil creatures and protects those who can't protect themselves." 

Scott ran his fingers through her hair thoughtfully. "What about your parents? Have you thought about how they'll react?" 

"I have," she replied. "I've thought about it for days. They'll just have to deal with the fact that their daughter is a werewolf." 

Scott smiled. "You know, hunters have this rule. If they get bitten, they're supposed to kill themselves before they turn into a werewolf." 

Allison looked up at him, her face a mixture of disbelief and anger. "What? That's stupid!" 

Scott sighed. "It's just how much they hate us." 

She reached up and cupped his face. "I don't care about their rules. I want this. I don't want to stay weak. Even if I became a hunter, there are still creatures out there that could kill me before I even react. I want to be strong like you. I don't want to hide behind you forever. I want to stand by your side." She paused, then added with a teasing smirk. "Besides, don't you want me to keep up with you during sex? And have sex more often?" 

Scott's eyes glowed red, and his fangs extended as he interrupted her with a growl. "Say no more, babe. Where should I bite you?" 

Allison laughed, her cheeks tinged pink. "Wait a moment, you pervert! Shouldn't you tell me what will happen first?" 

Scott's eyes returned to normal as he grinned. "Nothing much. The first night, you'll sweat a lot as your body changes. After that you'll get stronger and faster, but your transformation won't be complete until you experience your first full moon." 

"Is there any risk?" Allison asked, her tone serious. 

Scott nodded slightly. "Some people don't survive the bite. But don't worry—you'll be fine. I'm sure of it. You're strong, Allison. And besides, I'm a bit special, so I'm 100% confident you'll become a werewolf." 

She gave him her arm, smiling. "Then bite me." 

Scott smirked playfully. "Your arm? Babe, there's not much meat on it. How about I bite your sweet ass instead?" 

Allison blushed furiously, pinching him hard. "You're such a pervert!" 

Scott yelped in mock pain. "Ouch! Have mercy, Allison! I was just joking!" 

They laughed together before Scott's eyes turned red again, and his fangs elongated. He leaned down and bit her arm gently but firmly. Allison winced, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. 

"Sorry, that's the worst part." Scott said. "Let's go home and have dinner with my mom. But first, we need to take a shower." 

Allison raised an eyebrow. "Let's sneak into your house and shower there." 

Scott laughed. "We can't do that. Mom will hear us, and believe me, you don't want to meet her like this." 

"Why not?" Allison asked, her curiosity piqued. 

Scott's grin turned sheepish. "Because she's a werewolf too. Just one sniff, and she'll know what we did. Trust me, that's not the first impression you want to make." 

Allison's eyes widened. "What?! Then what should we do? Cancel dinner? This is all your fault!" 

"Wait a minute—it wasn't me who—" He stopped when he saw the look on her face and quickly corrected himself. "You're right. It's all my fault, and I'm going to fix it." 

Allison smirked. "And how do you plan to do that?" 

Scott grinned. "Let's go to the animal clinic. Deaton's out of town, so it's empty. I still need to feed the animals anyway, and we can shower there. Plus, I'll bandage your arm while we're at it." 

"Fine," Allison said, rolling her eyes but smiling. "Let's go." 

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At the clinic, Scott and Allison took care of the animals before going into the bathroom. The shower was quick but filled with playful teasing and laughter. Afterward, Scott gently cleaned and bandaged Allison's arm. 

They got dressed and headed back to Scott's car. The drive to his house was peaceful, the quiet filled with a sense of anticipation. 

As they parked in the driveway, Scott turned to Allison. "Ready to meet my mom?" 

Allison nodded, her heart racing. "Yes I'm ready." 

With that, they stepped out of the car and walked toward the door, hand in hand.