Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn 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 sa hands and eyes, he opened it and pulled out a stack of docunts.

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "What are those?"

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

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

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 biotric 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 redith. "What about her?"

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

They brought redith with them to the fifth floor, where they t up with lissa, 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.

lissa 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 lissa and passed her the docunts. "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 asures. 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 . 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 mories—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 an 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 mories so we can decide what to do with her."

Lydia walked over to redith, placed a hand on her head, and closed her eyes. After a few monts, 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 an?"

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 sothing?"

Lydia shrugged. "I’m just telling the truth. The Deadpool was your idea. redith 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 , if you can’t convince 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 ssing with Peter. Just tell us what really happened."

Lydia smiled faintly. "When Peter was comatose and ntally unstable, redith was in the sa 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 ant 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 —I’m not responsible for what happened. I don’t even rember ever eting 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 sothing 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 rember that plan. Please don’t take my money."

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

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 , so you should keep only nineteen million."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "We’re twenty-one. Don’t forget our newest mber, 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 lissa. "Mom, you and the girls should head ho. We’ve got it from here."

lissa nodded. "Alright."

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

Lydia lingered behind. "Scott, open a portal to Eichen House. I’ll take redith 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 ti to Eichen House. Lydia stepped through with redith.

Once she was gone, Scott and the rest of the guys split up. So helped Peter clean the ss 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 costics company? I’m sure Deaton can make so costics that won will love, using his magical herbs. Plus, he could develop dicine for supernaturals or sothing 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. "Co 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 ti for a job."

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

lissa smiled. " too. I don’t know much about running a company, but I can help with dicine and costics."

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 so 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 ti to ti.’"

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

Deaton looked at Scott. "lissa and I are going out of town tomorrow to et lina, 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... 😊