Bellatrix pov

The night air was sharp, laden with the scents of pine and something electric-an unspoken tension hanging heavy over the moment. My head felt like it was splitting open, a cacophony of revelations, emotions, and rage all fighting for dominance. True Alpha? Fathers? Wolves? Magic? I clenched my fists at my sides, feeling the heat still coursing through my veins. The glow in my eyes had dimmed, but my temper hadn't.

I glared at Stiles Stilinski, who had the audacity to just stand there like this was an ordinary Tuesday. His satchel hung loosely over one shoulder, and his expression was something between apprehension and curiosity, like he couldn't decide if I was about to punch him or start crying. Maybe both.

"So," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "you're my dad. One of them. Surprise! Just what every girl dreams of-finding out her entire life is a giant lie."

Stiles blinked, clearly unphased by my outburst. "Well, yeah. I mean, most kids don't fantasize about finding out their dad is me, but hey, you get what you get."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Do you have an off switch, or are you just like this all the time?"

"Pretty much all the time," he replied, smirking faintly. "And don't pretend you didn't inherit at least some of it. That sass has to come from somewhere."

Luna cleared her throat, but before she could speak, Stiles turned to her. "Can we get a minute? Alone? You know, father-daughter bonding time-without the whole pack staring at us like this is a reality TV show."

Luna hesitated, her eyes flicking to me. I gave her a curt nod. "Fine. Let's see what he has to say."

With a reluctant sigh, Luna motioned for the others to step back. Wyatt gave Stiles a warning look before following her into the shadows. The tension eased, but only slightly.

"Okay," I said, crossing my arms. "Talk. And this better be good."

Stiles gestured to the porch steps. "Mind if we sit? This is going to take a while, and my knees aren't what they used to be."

I rolled my eyes but sat, my body tense as he joined me. For a moment, he was quiet, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to untangle his thoughts.

"First of all," he began, his voice softer now, "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to find out this way, and you definitely didn't deserve to find out while everything else in your life was falling apart."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered, though some of the bite in my tone had dulled.

Stiles gave me a sidelong glance, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Snarky and stubborn. Yep, you're definitely mine."

"Are you going to keep dodging the actual explanation, or-"

"Right. Right. The big reveal." He exhaled and leaned back, staring up at the sky. "Your dad-Derek Hale-and I... we weren't exactly a likely pair. He was a werewolf, and I was a painfully human teenager who couldn't keep my mouth shut."

"Sounds familiar," I quipped.

Stiles grinned. "See? You're already getting it. Anyway, Derek was this brooding, stoic guy with a tragic backstory and a habit of scaring the crap out of people just by looking at them. And me? I was the kid who poked the metaphorical bear-or wolf-because I didn't know when to quit."

I raised an eyebrow. "And that somehow turned into... romance?"

"It's a long story," he admitted. "But yeah. Somewhere between saving each other's asses from supernatural disasters and arguing about literally everything, we realized we... worked. In our own weird, dysfunctional way."

I studied him, trying to picture the dynamic he described. "And you both wanted a kid?"

Stiles nodded, his expression growing more serious. "It wasn't something we planned at first. But as the years went by, the idea started to feel... right. Problem was, you know, biology. Wolves and humans don't exactly have a natural way of making that happen. And we were both dudes"

I snorted. "Clearly."

"That's where Agatha Harkness came in," he continued. "Derek met her through some supernatural network-witches, wolves, and everything in between. She was powerful, kind of terrifying, and... surprisingly helpful. She agreed to perform a spell that would, essentially, combine our DNA. She called it a miracle. Derek called it insane. I just went with it because, hey, I was out of options."

"And it worked," I said, my voice quieter now.

"It worked," Stiles confirmed. "You were born, and everything changed. You were perfect. Fierce, even as a baby. Derek used to say you were born howling at the moon."

His smile faded, and a shadow crossed his face. "But then Wanda came. She was after Agatha, after the magic that created you thinking that she could use the magic to bring back her boys that she believed Agatha took from her. We didn't have time to think, let alone fight back. Derek and Agatha decided the only way to protect you was to send you away. I didn't even get to hold you."

Something twisted in my chest-sympathy, maybe, though I wasn't ready to admit it. "So you just let them take me?"

"I didn't let them," Stiles snapped, his voice cracking. "I fought. I begged. But in the end, it was the only way. And it killed me every single day."

Silence stretched between us, the weight of his words pressing down like a heavy blanket. I stared at the ground, my thoughts a whirlwind. Finally, I broke the silence.

"Why now?" I asked. "Why come back after all this time?"

"Because you're in danger," he said simply. "And because you deserve the truth. No more lies, no more half-truths. You're my daughter, Bellatrix. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect you-even if you hate me."

I looked at him then, really looked at him. His face was lined with exhaustion and regret, but his eyes burned with determination. For the first time, I saw past the sarcasm and bravado.

"Let me get this straight," I said slowly. "I'm a werewolf, a witch, a True Alpha, and the product of some supernatural science experiment?"

Stiles grinned, his expression softening. "Pretty much. You're also ridiculously stubborn and have a knack for pissing people off. Again, probably my fault."

Despite myself, a small laugh escaped me. "You're unbelievable."

"Yeah, well," he said, shrugging. "You're stuck with me now."

The tension eased slightly, the faintest thread of connection weaving between us. It wasn't perfect-hell, it wasn't even close-but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.

Hey guys I hope you like this chapter. I decided to give stiles and Bellatrix a daddy & daughter chapter explaining everything I hope it all makes sense.