CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: LUNARIS COSMETICS

Just a couple of days before the new school year began, the McCall Pack officially launched their cosmetics company.

They named it Lunaris Cosmetics—a name chosen proudly by the girls.

The launch party was held at the ranch. Long wooden tables were filled with food and drinks, and the entire pack came together to celebrate. As the sun dipped lower, the celebration turned into one of the pack’s signature parties—full of dancing, food fights, laughter, and teasing that lasted long into the night.

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The Next Day...

Scott and Allison walked hand-in-hand through a local store, pushing a cart loaded with notebooks, pens, folders, and other school supplies.

"I’m excited to go back to school." Allison said with a smile, tossing a pack of highlighters into the cart. "But you don’t seem excited at all."

Scott shrugged. "I hate school. I can’t wait for the day it’s finally over. I hope this year flies by."

Allison raised an eyebrow. "You know we still have a few years of university after this, right?"

Scott groaned. "How about we just... don’t go? We’ve got money, we’ve got a company, and I’m pretty sure more idiots are going to come after us eventually—we can just take their money too."

Allison laughed. "And here I thought you wanted to be a veterinarian."

Scott blinked. "Who told you that?"

"Melissa did."

"Yeah, no. I changed my mind. I don’t want to be one anymore."

"So what do you want to do then?"

Scott smirked. "I don’t know. Become a farmer for fun, maybe. Or just do what Derek and Peter do—nothing. What about you?"

Allison shrugged. "Maybe a biologist. Or get a business degree so I can help manage the company, and even if I don’t work there, at least I can manage our money. One of us has to."

Scott laughed. "Then good luck with that, love."

Allison narrowed her eyes playfully. "Are you seriously not going to go to university?"

Scott sighed. "I don’t know yet. I’ll figure it out. What I do know is that wherever you go, I’m going with you. We’ll rent an apartment and live together. I can’t be away from my wolf girl."

Allison smiled and leaned against him. "I can’t be away from you either."

After finishing their shopping, they grabbed lunch at a cozy café, then headed back to the ranch together.

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That evening, all the teens gathered at Scott and Allison’s lake house, sprawled out across the couches and beanbags in the living room.

Stiles clapped his hands dramatically. "Okay, important announcement! The day after tomorrow, we’re doing the Senior Scribe."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "What’s that? Sounds boring."

Stiles stared at him in mock offense. "Boring?! It’s a sacred tradition, Scott! A rite of passage! Every senior carves their initials under the yearbook shelf in the library. It’s important."

Scott sank into the couch. "I don’t know... sounds like a waste of time."

"It’s not." Allison said, elbowing him gently. "We should go. You’ll regret it if you don’t. Besides, I want our initials carved there together."

Scott sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. We’ll go. But Stiles, what’s with the smell?"

Stiles blinked. "What smell?"

Everyone turned to him and wrinkled their noses. Cora narrowed her eyes. "You smell terrible. We all can smell it."

Stiles sighed and slouched in his seat. "Yeah... I’ve had anxiety lately."

Malia leaned forward. "Speak. What’s going on with you?"

Stiles ran a hand through his hair. "I talked to my dad the other day... and he told me he doesn’t talk to any of his high school friends anymore. He just... lost touch with them. And it got me thinking. What if that happens to us too? What if we all drift apart?"

Malia smacked Stiles on the back of the head. "Are you stupid? We’re a pack. We’re connected. I can’t live away from you or the rest of the pack."

She crossed her arms. "That month I spent in France? It was uncomfortable. Yeah, Allison, Chris, Victoria, Lydia, and Kira were there with me—but it’s not the same. When we’re all together here at the ranch... it just feels right."

Erica nodded. "Malia’s right. When I’m with the whole pack, I feel complete. Happy. Traveling is fun, but I hate being away for too long."

Boyd added. "We all feel the same."

Scott leaned forward. "Like I told all of you before you joined the pack: being part of this pack is a lifelong commitment. So you don’t need to worry, Stiles. No one’s going anywhere. Unless, of course, you’re thinking of leaving."

Stiles quickly shook his head. "No, definitely not. I mean, I used to want to be an FBI agent... but that would mean being away from you guys. So... I don’t want that anymore."

Isaac asked. "So what do you want to be now?"

Stiles thought for a second. "Maybe become a deputy. Work with my dad."

Isaac turned to Scott. "What about you?"

Scott chuckled. "Funny enough, I had this same conversation with Allison earlier. And I think I’ve finally figured it out."

Allison looked at him curiously. "Really?"

Scott nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I want to be a stay-at-home dad. Me and Allison will have a bunch of kids, and I’ll take care of them."

Allison raised an eyebrow. "You’re joking, right? And when you say a bunch, how many are we talking?"

Scott smirked. "I don’t know... six? Ten? We’re going to live a long time, and since you’re a werewolf, you’re not going to have any problems during childbirth. We can have as many as we want."

He leaned closer with a teasing grin. "You said you wanted to help manage the company, but I think you should stay home with me and raise our little wolf pups together."

Allison rolled her eyes but smiled. "I’m not a rabbit, Scott. But... having a few kids sounds nice. Okay, I’m in. But we’re waiting a few years. At least until we finish university."

Lydia stared at them. "Are you two serious? You actually want to have a bunch of children?"

Allison shrugged. "Yeah, it sounds like fun. Don’t you want kids someday?"

Lydia hesitated. "I don’t know... I don’t even have a boyfriend."

As the others began chatting and debating about future kids, Scott leaned back into the couch cushions, a quiet smirk on his face.

’The Dread Doctors are next.’ He thought. ’And their chimeras. Which means more abilities for me and the pack. I just hope the chimeras have some good ones.’

Allison suddenly smacked the back of his head. "You’re smiling like a fool again. What dirty thought are you having this time?"

Scott rubbed his head, pretending to wince. "Ouch! That hurts!"

"Yeah, right." Allison said, rolling her eyes. "What were you thinking about?"

Scott hugged her with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking about furry Allison. I haven’t seen her in a while... and I really miss her."

Allison raised an eyebrow, amused. "Well... maybe I’ll let you meet her tonight."

Scott’s eyes lit up. "That’s great! In that case, we should probably kick the guests out."

Lydia, sitting nearby, raised her voice. "You know we can hear you, right, you pervert?"

Scott shrugged. "I know. That’s why I’m telling you all to be sensible and leave."

Allison rolled her eyes. "Don’t listen to him. You guys should stay for dinner."

Scott protested. "We don’t even have any food here. If they want dinner, they should go to the pack house."

Allison crossed her arms. "The fridge is full."

Scott turned to the group. "Hey guys, as your Alpha, I order all of you to leave. Me and Allison have something very important to do."

Allison shot him a look. "Scott, go make dinner—or you won’t be meeting wolf-girl tonight."

Scott groaned. "Damn it."

The rest of the pack laughed.

Stiles leaned back, grinning. "Oh man, whipped."

Scott pointed at him. "Stiles, come help me make dinner."

Stiles raised his hands. "I don’t know how to cook!"

Scott grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the kitchen. "Then chop onions. Boyd, Isaac, Aiden, Liam—you’re on kitchen duty too."

The guys reluctantly followed, complaining half-heartedly as they joined in.

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After dinner, everyone finally left the lake house, still laughing and full from the meal.

As the door shut behind the last guest, Scott turned to Allison and looked at her expectantly.

Allison sighed, then smiled. "Fine." Then, two soft white wolf ears emerged on top of her head, and a fluffy white tail appeared behind her. Scott’s eyes widened with joy.

He let out a playful howl, scooped Allison into his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom while she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

And that night... they had a very wild, very furry night together.

To be continued... 😊