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Return to Sender – Phlinting
Peter/Stiles
57,723 words
Peter Hale only planned to be in Beacon Hills for a couple hours. Just like the last few visits he'd sneak in some "pack" time to avoid becoming omega by inhaling the familiar scents in Derek's loft, and then he'd quickly climb back out of the hellmouth the Hale pack had once called home.
It was the perfect treatment. No muss. No fuss. And doing it under the McCall alpha's nose without the failwolf even noticing was just a happy bonus.
Of course, Peter should have known that nothing in Beacon Hills was ever that easy…
future fic