Teen Wolf: Alpha Reborn

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: The Basement War

Scott walked up to the hidden panel along the wall and punched through the reinforced steel concealing the elevator door. The metal groaned before tearing open under the force of his fist.

Isaac raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t you say we shouldn’t damage the building?"

Scott sighed. "I don’t want to. But this is the only way down to the basement. We’ll fix it later."

Without another word, he glanced down the shaft, then vanished—teleporting straight to the roof of the elevator waiting in the basement.

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Vivian, Elias, Gwyn, Morrigan and their pack stared in horror at the screens on their tablets, watching as Scott disappeared from the sixth floor in a blink. Morrigan’s eyes darted to the elevator.

"He’s here." She whispered.

A split second later, the elevator doors open from the inside. Scott stepped out calmly, scanning the dim basement that reeked of chemicals, blood, resentment—and fear. Without a word, he raised his hand and opened a shadow portal behind him.

Vivian and Elias stumbled back, instinctively hiding behind Gwyn and his pack. Morrigan and Gwyn tensed. For the first time, they felt Scott’s full presence. Usually, he restrained his aura—but now he unleashed it completely, and it hit like a crushing wave.

Morrigan trembled, her voice shaking. "What kind of monster is this? I... I can’t stop my body from shaking."

Gwyn gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard that his claws stabbed into his own palms, trying to calm himself. As for the eight Beta Cŵn Annwn, they were terrified. If surrender were an option, they’d fall to their knees now—but they knew Scott wouldn’t accept it.

Then, through the shadow portal, Victoria, Kira, Parrish, Cora, Malia, Derek, Noah, Isaac, Aiden, and Rafael stepped into the basement. Like Scott, they unleashed their auras without hesitation. The basement lights flickered under the weight of so much supernatural power.

Scott didn’t bother with introductions.

"All right, guys. Handle the Cŵn Annwn pack." He said simply.

Then he turned and walked straight past Vivian and Elias, who cowered behind the Cŵn Annwn pack. As he passed, Scott glanced at them with cold eyes.

"Don’t mind me." He said casually. "I’m not here for you guys."

He pointed to a massive cell deeper in the basement—surrounded by reinforced bars, and multiple layers of mountain ash.

"I’m here for that thing."

Vivian paled. Elias stumbled forward, panicked. "You... you can’t... Don’t let that thing out. It’ll kill us all. It’s uncontrollable!"

Scott stopped. Then, slowly, he turned around with a smile that was anything but warm. It was dark and Evil.

"I was just going to kill it." Scott said calmly. "But you reminded me—you, your wife, and that insane Darach made that thing. And guess what? It’s crying for help."

He took a step closer, eyes glowing red.

"One of my pack is a banshee. She heard him. Begging. Pleading to be killed. He is the reason we found your whereabouts."

Vivian shook her head in disbelief. "That’s not possible. Frank-01 has lost everything—sanity, language. He has no mind left."

"Believe it or not. That’s your problem." Scott said. "Either way, I’ll end his misery. But before I do... I’ll let him take his revenge."

Before anyone could react, Scott vanished into shadow—then reappeared behind Vivian and Elias, his hands like steel traps around their throats. They screamed as he yanked them from behind the Cŵn Annwn pack and dragged them toward the massive reinforced cage holding Frank-01.

"NO!" Elias shrieked. "Please! Don’t kill us! We’ll give you anything you want—money, resources—just name it!"

Scott smirked. "I’ll take it after you’re dead. I don’t need permission."

Vivian screamed, desperation in her voice. "Morrigan! Gwyn! SAVE US!"

Gwyn and Morrigan lunged forward, their pack right behind them—despite the suffocating fear—but they stopped short as Victoria and the others stepped in front of them, forming a solid wall.

Derek’s eyes glowed crimson. He smirked. "You’ll have to go through us to get to our Alpha."

Victoria’s eyes flared red as she stepped forward. "Kira. Parrish. You two handle the alphas. The rest of us will deal with the pack."

And then—chaos erupted.

The basement exploded into battle.

Morrigan and Gwyn shifted instantly—white fur sprouting along their jaws, muscles bulging, and eyes glowing a fierce red. They didn’t waste time talking. They just attacked.

Morrigan lunged at Kira, expecting an easy fight. After all, Kira was just a Beta.

She was wrong. Very wrong.

Kira met her head-on, katana in hand, eyes glowing golden with vertical fox-like slits. She moved like lightning—literally.

In a flash, Kira vanished and reappeared behind Morrigan in a burst of crackling electricity.

Morrigan howled as the katana slashed deep across her abdomen. If she hadn’t shifted just slightly at the last moment, the blade would’ve cut her in half.

Snarling, Morrigan’s wound began to close. She tore off what remained of her clothes, then turned herself completely invisible. Her body shimmered, then vanished. A second later, she became intangible, sinking through the floor—only to reappear behind Kira, reaching silently for her neck.

But Kira was ready.

The moment Morrigan’s fingers touched her skin, Kira unleashed a surge of electricity, paralyzing her mid-attack. Her katana sparked violently as she stabbed Morrigan again and again. then kicked Morrigan so hard she crashed into the basement wall, leaving a crater of shattered concrete.

Kira didn’t stop. She ran after her, slamming Morrigan’s face into the wall again and again until her eyes rolled back. Once she was unconscious, Kira plunged her claws into Morrigan’s chest.

And began to absorb her power.

She didn’t stop until Morrigan was completely drained.

When she rose, her eyes glowed a deep, fearsome red.

Kira had ascended. She was now an Alpha.

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Meanwhile, Parrish was fighting like a man possessed. Fire roared around him as he clashed with Gwyn.

Gwyn lunged, trying to brute-force his way through the flames—but Parrish’s fire burned through his flesh, searing his skin. Gwyn tried to phase through the ground and ambush from behind, but Parrish was ready.

Anticipating the move, Parrish spun midair and slashed Gwyn’s chest, leaving a deep, burning claw mark across it.

Before Gwyn could vanish again, Parrish punched him in the face—once, twice, three times.

Then, with a growl, he blasted Gwyn in the chest with a torrent of flame, sending him crashing into the far wall.

Gwyn slumped to the ground, unconscious—his body scorched and broken.

Parrish stepped over him, claws glowing with embered light, and plunged them into Gwyn’s chest.

As he drained the Alpha’s power, flames flickered in his eyes—and when he was done, they glowed red.

Parrish had become an Alpha.

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The rest of the pack followed suit.

Victoria didn’t hesitate. She appeared in front of her opponent in a blink and drove her fist into his chest, shattering ribs and nearly stopping his heart. Before he could even fall, she absorbed his powers—and killed him without a word.

Then she turned to Morrigan’s barely alive body, and read her memories. A moment later, she crushed her throat and ended her life.

Malia tore her opponent apart with her claws, breaking bones and limbs like twigs. She smiled as he screamed—enjoying the fight—then absorbed his powers, and left his body broken and lifeless.

Derek and the others dealt with their enemies with ease. They were all abnormal, evolved Alphas—and the Cŵn Annwn Betas never stood a chance.

When the dust settled, ten bodies lay broken and bloodied across the ground.

Parrish raised his hand. Flames surged to life and engulfed the corpses, reducing them to ash in seconds.

Then, one by one, they turned and walked toward Scott.

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After reading Vivian and Elias’s memories, Scott silently sliced a hand and an eyeball from each of them. Without a word, he opened a swirling shadow portal that led straight into Frank-01’s cell, and threw their mutilated bodies inside.

Frank-01, crouched in the far corner of his cell, turned his glowing reptilian eyes toward the portal. He snarled, low and mad. Then he saw them.

Vivian and Elias appeared from the darkness, screaming.

The carnage began instantly.

Frank-01 tore them apart. Their shrieks echoed in the basement, filled with terror and pleas for mercy—none of which were answered. Limbs were shredded. Bones cracked. Blood sprayed the cell walls.

By the time the screams stopped, nothing recognizable remained.

The rest of the pack arrived, joining Scott outside the cell.

They stared at the monster inside.

Frank-01 stood nearly ten feet tall. His body was a grotesque patchwork of calloused flesh, twisted muscle, jagged scars, and dark scales that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Not like a kanima’s—these scales were ancient, almost draconic.

His face resembled a wolf’s, but the proportions were wrong. Elongated. Mutated. His mouth was filled with rows of uneven, razor-sharp teeth, and his lower jaw was split down the middle, capable of unhinging like a serpent’s. When he growled, firelight seemed to shimmer behind his teeth and smoke curled from his nostrils. The scent of scorched earth clung to him.

One arm was too long. The other, too short. Both ended in clawed hands with black, glowing talons. A single, leathery wing jutted from his back—useless for flight, just another reminder of how wrong his body had become. noveldrama

When Frank-01 finished ripping Vivian and Elias to pieces, he turned.

He looked at Scott.

His eyes didn’t hold rage.

They held pain, madness, and fury.

And something worse—a desperate, pleading awareness.

Aiden whispered. "What is that thing...?"

Scott exhaled heavily. "That... is what happens when humans mess with things they shouldn’t. He was an Alpha werewolf. A True Alpha, like me. But Vivian, Elias, and Sara the Darach—they caught him. Broke him. Ripped apart the man he was. Then twisted his DNA and rebuilt him into this... thing. A mindless, uncontrollable beast."

Cora clenched her fists. "And they call us monsters. Humans are truly terrible creatures."

Rafael said grimly. "I’ve seen what normal humans do to each other. I’ve seen what some twisted serial killers do to their victims, and I’ve seen what gangs do when they catch a rival gang member. As for what these people did in this company, I’m not too surprised. And I’m sure there are people worse than these guys out there"

Derek placed a hand on Cora’s shoulder. "I’m just glad we’re strong enough to protect ourselves. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to us if people like this had the upper hand."

Victoria sighed. "Alright, Scott. Put that thing out of its misery, and let’s get out of here."

Scott nodded.

He stepped through the shadows and into the cell.

Frank-01 didn’t attack.

He growled—but it wasn’t a threat. It was a plea.

Scott recognized it immediately.

The creature didn’t want to fight. He wanted to die.

Scott felt a pang of sorrow. He’d hoped, somewhere deep down, for a challenge... but this wasn’t a fight. It was a mercy.

He stepped forward and placed a hand over the beast’s chest. His claws sank into the warped flesh as he began to absorb Frank-01’s power.

The creature didn’t resist. In fact, he leaned into it.

As Scott drained the power from his body, Frank-01 began to shift. His monstrous form softened—slightly. His bones cracked and shrank. His face grew more human.

And for just a moment, sanity returned to his eyes.

With great difficulty, he whispered. "Th... thank... you... Please... end... this miserable... life..."

Scott nodded solemnly and stabbed his hand through the creature’s heart.

Frank-01 collapsed.

Scott ignited his flames and burned the body to ash.

Then he turned back to his pack.

"Let’s go." He said. "Let’s meet up with the others."

To be continued... 😊