Chapter 47: Allison Meets Melissa

Scott and Allison stepped into the McCall home. The scent of something faintly floral, likely Melissa's candle of the day, filled the air. The living room was warm and inviting, with the soft glow of the television illuminating Melissa, who was sprawled on the couch watching a sitcom. 

Hearing the door, Melissa turned, her expression brightening instantly. She rose from the couch and approached with a smile, her hands reaching out to Allison. 

"You must be Allison," Melissa said, taking Allison's hand warmly. "How did a dork like Scott trick a beautiful girl like you into being with him?"

Allison laughed, her cheeks tinged pink. "Well, he did trick me, didn't he? You must be Scott's sister, right? You're so beautiful."

Melissa's laughter echoed in the room. Before she could respond, Allison turned to Scott with mock indignation.

"Scott! Why didn't you tell me you had a sister? And why didn't you introduce us earlier? The only friend I have in town is Lydia, and let's be honest, she can be a bit much sometimes."

Melissa gave Scott an approving look. "Scott, I like your girlfriend very much."

Scott smiled but said nothing, letting the exchange play out.

Allison looked back at Melissa, her curiosity evident. "What's your name?"

"Melissa." She said with a warm smile.

Allison returned the smile. "Well, Melissa, I like you too. I think we're going to be good friends."

As Allison glanced around the cozy living room, a hint of nervousness crept into her expression. She turned back to Melissa, her voice slightly shaky. "By the way, Melissa… where's your mom? This is my first time meeting her. Do you think she'll like me?"

Scott, who had been leaning casually against the wall, stifled a laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Melissa chuckled and pulled Allison into a gentle hug. "I already love you, sweet girl. And by the way, Allison…"

Still in Melissa's arms, Allison tilted her head curiously. "What is it?"

Melissa grinned mischievously. "I'm not Scott's sister. I'm his mother."

Allison froze, her eyes wide. She quickly broke free from the hug and stammered. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. McCall! I… I didn't mean to be rude!"

Melissa's laughter was light and genuine as she pulled Allison back into her embrace. "Silly girl, you weren't rude at all. Treat me like a friend, okay? And don't call me Mrs. McCall. Just Melissa."

Allison relaxed, her smile returning. "Okay, Melissa. But I have to say, you're so young, you could easily pass as a high school student!"

Melissa beamed. "Thank you, Allison." Then, turning to Scott with mock disgust, she added, "The only thing making me look old is my stupid son. Maybe he should start calling me 'sister.'"

Scott crossed his arms, feigning offense. "What's with the look, Mom? And no way am I calling you 'sister.' That's just weird."

Melissa snorted. "Hmph! Fine. Now get your butt in the kitchen and make us something to eat."

Scott's eyes widened in mock shock. "Wait, you didn't make dinner?"

Melissa folded her arms. "And whose fault is that? You didn't tell me Allison was coming."

Scott smirked. "Mom, I know you're on vacation, but you're getting way too lazy. Sleeping till noon, spending the day watching TV… You're going to get fat."

Melissa's expression darkened as she stormed over, grabbed Scott by the ear, and twisted it. "Esto me va a doler más a mí que a ti (This will hurt me more than it'll hurt you.)"

Scott yelped. "Oh God, no! Mexican Melissa is out! Mom, I was just joking! Mom, are you still in there?! Mom, please, we have company!"

Melissa let go with a huff. "I'll spare you this time, for Allison's sake. Now, go cook something!"

Scott rubbed his ear as he shuffled toward the kitchen, mumbling. "Mexican Melissa is so mean…"

Melissa's voice called after him. "What was that?"

"I said, 'What do you want for dinner?'" Scott shot back quickly.

"Something good. We have a guest." Melissa replied, her tone smug.

Behind him, Allison burst into laughter, unable to contain herself. Hearing her laugh, Scott quickened his pace to the kitchen, muttering something under his breath about the McCall women ganging up on him.

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As Scott worked in the kitchen, Allison and Melissa sat on the couch, their conversation flowing effortlessly. They shared stories and laughter, growing more comfortable with each other by the minute. 

But then Melissa's expression turned serious. "Allison." She said softly. "You know what he is, don't you?" 

Allison nodded. "Yes, I do. He told me everything." 

Melissa reached over, placing a hand on Allison's. "I like you very much, Allison. The only thing that worries me is your family. Will you hurt him?" 

Allison's smile was reassuring as she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the fresh bite mark on her arm. 

Melissa's eyes widened slightly. "I see. But what about your family?" 

Allison sighed. "My parents aren't as extreme as others. Even if they found out Scott's a werewolf, they wouldn't hurt him—well, at least my mom wouldn't. My dad... he's a little different." 

"Why do you say that?" Melissa asked, tilting her head. 

Allison chuckled softly. "It's not because Scott's a werewolf. My dad just hates him because he thinks Scott stole his little girl. And Scott doesn't help his case, he kisses me in front of my dad and teases him every time they meet." 

Melissa smiled, shaking her head. "I see." 

"But don't worry," Allison continued firmly. "Even if my parents tried to hurt Scott, he's not the one we should worry about. And I won't let them. As for my aunt and my grandfather, if they're stupid enough to attack him, I will not show them any mercy." 

Melissa studied her for a moment, then smiled. "Well, let's not dwell on that. And Allison, just so we're clear—I like you a lot, but I don't want grandchildren anytime soon." 

Allison's face turned crimson, and she quickly changed the subject. "Can you show me what you look like when you shift?" 

Melissa chuckled, standing up. "Sure." 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Scott was fully focused on cooking spaghetti Bolognese, one of his favorite dishes from his previous life. He moved with precision and ease, his hands a blur as he chopped, stirred, and tasted. He also prepared a fresh chicken salad, balancing the meal perfectly with a refreshing drink. Every so often, Scott used his enhanced hearing to check on the conversation between Melissa and Allison, pleased to hear their laughter. Satisfied that they were getting along, he decided to give them their space. 

When Scott finished cooking, he wiped his hands, plated the food, and stepped into the living room. He stopped short, smiling at the sight before him. Melissa, still in her wolf form, had her massive head resting in Allison's lap while Allison brushed her fur. 

Scott chuckled. "Ladies, I hate to break up whatever this is, but dinner's ready." 

Allison smiled warmly, and Melissa growled playfully. "Finally! I'm starving." 

Melissa shifted back into her human form and joined them at the table, where they enjoyed a lively dinner filled with laughter and shared stories. 

After dinner, Scott and Allison prepared to leave, but Melissa stopped them at the door. She hugged Allison warmly. "If he ever bullies you or anything, just tell me. I'll beat his ass for you." 

Allison giggled, while Scott groaned. "Mom, seriously? I'm your son!" 

Melissa turned to Scott, her tone firm. "I don't want any other girl as my daughter-in-law. So don't screw this up." 

Scott saluted with mock seriousness. "Yes, ma'am." 

Melissa smiled at Allison. "You're welcome here anytime. Don't be a stranger, okay?" 

Allison returned the smile. "Thank you, Melissa. I will." 

On the drive back to Allison's house, she looked at Scott with a big grin. "Your mom is amazing. She's so much fun." 

Scott chuckled. "Yeah, she's one of a kind. What were you two talking about, anyway?" 

Allison smirked. "Girls' talk. Not telling." She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly. 

Scott laughed, shaking his head. 

Allison's smile softened as she gazed out the window. "You and your mom are so close. I envy that. You know how my mom is… and Kate, who I used to be close to, turned out to be a murderer." 

Scott's voice was calm. "It was always just me and my mom, that's why we're close. And your mom's not that bad; she's just a bit tense. Try getting closer to her. Maybe invite her shopping or to do girly stuff together." 

"Yeah, I should try that." 

When they arrived at Allison's house, Scott handed her the large white teddy bear she'd left in his car and walked her to the door. 

Allison hugged the bear tightly and smiled up at him. "Thank you for today, Scott. It was perfect." 

Scott leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Anything for you, love."