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    Peter looked at Stiles from the corner of his blue eyes and smirked. Stiles swore he saw a flash of red Peter’s eyes, but it might of have been his brain’s lack of oxygen making him hallucinate. “I’m looking for my soul mate. Christopher Argent. I believe he volunteered to be taken in for questioning.”

    An iron fist clenched Stiles' heart. This man was Argent’s—Christopher’s soul mate?

    Stiles stared at the Peter’s wrist, examining every detail of Peter's soul mark. Stiles couldn’t find anything different between his and the blond’s.

    Stiles lifted his hand and ghosted his fingers along Peter’s forearm.

    It was lightning all over again, and Stiles yanked his hand back, only to have it caught in an unbreakable grip.

    Frosty blue eyes burrowed into Stiles', and he couldn’t stop himself from gulping. The smirk on Peter’s lips grew as the corner of his mouth quirked higher, and he drew Stiles’ hand close to his face.

    Peter’s nostrils flared slightly as he stared at Stiles’ soul mark. He pulled Stiles forward, pressing soft lips to Stiles wrist.

    “Now what would your name be?” Peter purred.

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    20 Jun 2018

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    "So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

    "Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

    "Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

    "To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

    Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

    "It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

    "Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

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    12 Jun 2018

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    “How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks.
    “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is.
    “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her.
    The camps……aren’t camps.
    Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

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    12 Jun 2018

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    Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after ten years away in order to start training as the Hale pack Emissary. Except, what’s meant to be a relaxing summer getting to know the pack before he officially accepts the position turns into Friday night D&D games, a not-so-secret crush, dead bodies in the forest, and a series of misunderstandings.

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    08 Jun 2018

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    Every month, a dish with pink flowers on it sits, untouched, on the Pack Potluck table. Peter's dish, filled with some mysterious food which no one has had the guts to try. Really, it's a miracle Stiles never caved sooner.

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    08 Jun 2018