So, I am half-ass back, but I wanted to add to this story just like I did with Thanksgiving (if you haven't read it, you should—go check it out) since a handful of you guys have wanted this story to keep going. So, I present to you the continuation of "My Love."
P.S. I have no idea how I will end this, and I am just going to wing it like I did with Thanksgiving. Let's see what happens, shall we
Paul x Reader: Death
Previously on "My Love: Enduring Love"
"THEY COULD STILL HURT YOU! I don't want you talking to them again!"
"Hell no! Last time I checked, I didn't have to ask you who I should or shouldn't be friends with! I can make my judgment!"
"See, this is why I wish I would have never imprinted, especially on someone like you! Why can't you just listen?!" I say. In that second, you can hear a pin drop. The words flew out before I could stop them. Usually, I have control over what I say in our argument, but this time, I couldn't.
"Wow…Bet." Y/n said. Fuck. I groan and follow her outside.
"Paul!" Sam calls out to me
"It's fine Sam, the truth comes out one way or another. Snout, let's go, baby!" Y/n walks out the front door and towards her car. I reach out to grab her hand that was holding Snout's leash. It slips, and Snout runs towards and into the woods across the street. Y/n runs after Snout, and everything goes in slow motion. Not paying attention to the truck coming, her body slammed by a truck speeding by, and she instantly hit and cracked her skull on the asphalt. I run to her hold her in my arms until the ambulance comes as her life slips away. And that's when my life came to a stop. All I hear are sirens in the distance and the feeling of warm thick liquid dripping onto my skin and clothes.
EMTs come and try to take her from my arms, but I resist until Sam and Jared make me let go. I watch as they strap the love of my life to the gurney and put her inside of the truck.
"Shit," Brady said. I look over and see Snout, dead, next to the truck's tire. His leash got caught against something and dragged him, snapping his neck. I couldn't help but lose it at that point. I tried to run before I was aware of doing so, but I was stopped by Embry. The cops want to talk to me and ask what happened. Somehow, I could answer some of the questions, but I could feel myself breaking down as I told them what had happened.
Thus, leading us up to here.
Present-day: September 2nd
I could hear it—the final heartbeats. Carlisle and Edward rushed in as we listened to the final intake of breath and the thumping of her heart. After the last one, we'll know which path she decided to take.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
…Flatline….
Currently—Third POV
Time officially stopped for Paul as he stared at the love of his life, his reason for existing, his mate, everything that completes him. Eventually, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in when he saw Y/n twitch. Although he had some doubt afterward, afraid he just saw things in hopes she was "alive," however, it wasn't until her nose started twitching and he could see movement behind her eyelids. Paul felt something within and on his face that he had not felt since their argument at Sam and Emily's place. Relief, happiness, reassurance, and a smile. Regardless, if she never wants him again—which he hopes isn't true—he is just happy to see her alive. Although, if she doesn't want him, it will kill him to live without her, and he only prays that she forgives him.
"Why isn't she waking up. She's moving, but she isn't… what's wrong?" Paul asked anxiously. Carlisle placed a hand on his shoulder and chuckled at the young wolf's eagerness.
"Patience. Sometimes it is hard for a newborn vampire to adapt to this new world once it awakens. Just like when an infant is born—you don't expect them to open up their eyes immediately, do you? Just like newborns, her senses have to adapt to the environment before she can allow herself to rise." Paul relaxed a little bit to Carlisle's explanation.
"I can read her," Edward says, catching their attention. "She is trying to remember what happened, and her mind is reminding her of everyone, everything, her memories, all of it. It's fascinating- OUCH!" Edward drops to the ground holding his head. Before Carlisle can assess him, Edward yells out again and then shivers.
"Edward! What is it?!" Carlisle rushed to his son's side, helping him stand. Before Edward could attempt to respond, Carlisle received the same treatment as Edward, only this time Carlisle couldn't stop scratching—the excruciating pain that came with it was not helping either. Carlisle's pain and scratching stopped instantly, and he became frozen, cold, almost paralyzed. All while Edward was recovering, now trying to help Carlisle, Paul stood in awe as to what was happening—praying to the Moon Goddess, the Cosmos, the Elements of the Rainbow, hell, even Barney if he had to, for him to not experience whatever it was that was going on with them. He turned his head back towards his mate and slightly shook. There she was, his beautiful mate, sitting straight up, feet dangling off the bed, looking into his honey-brown eyes with her…Lilac eyes? What the fuck.
Her intense gaze made Paul shiver in delight and slightly uneasiness. Not because she was a vampire, but because she looked almost…Pissed? Relief? Curious? He couldn't really tell. Keeping his eyes on her, she turned her head to face the other two men recovering from some unknown attack. Until another one came on, Carlisle and Edward passed out and remained in a sleeping state for 30 seconds or so before waking up.
"What the hell is going on?!" Carlisle says, losing his shit on the ground, now completely paralyzed and numbed.
"It’s her! Paul, tell her to stop!” Edward screams. Y/n turns her head towards him.
“Yeah…I don’t think I will.” Paul states. He would have to be an absolute idiot to tell her to stop—not because he doesn’t appreciate their help, but because he’s just not stupid, and clearly, he knows what would happen if he did.
“…Paul…” Y/n says in a whisper. Instantly Edward and Carlisle can break free and take a few unnecessary gasps of air before continuing onward. Paul looks at his mate's lilac eyes and nods his head. She stands up and slowly walks towards him before signally him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear. He does as follow and is shocked by what she says next.
“You’re lucky I can’t do what I did to them. Next time you try to tell me what to do that may or may not result in my death, I will end your life. Understood?” Y/n said with an innocent smile. Paul looked at her in the eyes with both fright and amusement. Fright for apparent reasons and amusement because he finally has his soul mate back.
“Yes ma’am.” He smiles but then expresses pain, “Y/n…I am so fucking sorry. You don’t know how much I regret what I did and said to you, my love.” Paul then drops to his knees and wraps his arms around Y/n's waists while begging for forgiveness. “Please, I beg you, forgive me for everything. The pain I put you through, the choice I made for you. All of it. Please Y/n.” Paul says through tears, looking up at her. Y/n, gently as possible, runs her nails through Paul’s hair and smiles.
“Give me time. I remember everything, and I just…I just need time. But I don’t want to leave you—I don’t think I can. You’re a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass and, unfortunately, my responsibility now.” Y/n says jokingly. She pulls Paul up to his feet and smiles up at him, “For now, let's take it slow…I am still your mate, but I need some space from it, for now, my love. Okay…” Paul nods his head. Granted, it’s not at all what he wanted, but he understood. Through this, he matured and understood some things. Not only from this but from talking to his father—the death of his mother killed him, and he grieved in an unhealthy way. He can change that perception and learn from his father's mistake while also learning patience is a virtue for a relationship. He would do anything in the world for his mate—even if it involved waiting a lifetime for her to be his again.
“Can I…can I have one kiss. Nothing big like making out, but just one. Going so long without you like I did and seeing you awake—please, just…just one, and I promise I won’t ask for another. I’ll allow you to take the lead… just, plea-” Y/n shut him up by giving him just that. A simple kiss. Something she, too, was craving. It would suffice their hunger to be together until she felt like it was the right time. But in the meantime, the kiss they shared wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hard or anything. It was slowly filled with need and emotions. If Y/n could cry, she would; it didn’t help that Paul shed a few tears in the midst of it. Forgetting about the world around them, Paul and Y/n laid down on the bed and just embraced each other. Soon enough, even breathing and resounding snores from Paul could be heard.
Meanwhile, Carlisle and Edward left the room as soon as possible (mainly to avoid being more test subjects for Y/n) to allow the lovers some privacy. Meeting up with their cousins, they explained what happened and the situation they are currently in. Carlisle and Edward called home to explain the situation—Esme and Bella not particularly happy with them being attacked; Rosalie and Emmett dying in the background full of laughter over Edwards suffering—then decided to head out to go hunting for a few hours. They knew Paul would be asleep for a while, and Y/n wouldn’t want to leave his side, so they decided to take their time.
For a moment, just a moment, did everything seem peaceful and relaxing for Paul and Y/n, and they planned on savoring that moment until they had to go back to La Push/Forks to discuss the next steps. But for now, Paul is just happy to have his mate back.
Not going to lie, this chapter is shitty. But this is going to be the end of Christmas. I’ll do New Years (which will legit be a short one) and then move on to the other holidays too. No idea. Again, I’m just winging it.
Y/n POV
The following day consisted of me waking up to Paul coming home. We had decided to say, fuck everything and just sleep in the same bed. So, you can imagine how irritated he was when I told him to shower before coming to bed. In high heaven or hell, there is no way he is about to go to bed at 6 am, in dirty clothes, smelling like outside.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say with my eyes closed, spreading out like a starfish.
“Babe. Come on. It was a long shift. I just want to sleep….”
“Paul...” I hear him groan and head towards the bathroom to shower. Sorry, not sorry. Ten minutes later, a naked Paul emerges from the bathroom with just a towel over his waist. I open one of my eyes and am instantly awake. In an instant, I can feel my insides churning, and my lower regions get warmer. Before opening his drawer to grab his boxers, Paul stops, inhales deeply, and slowly turns towards me. His eyes filled with lust and need holding contact with mine. His breathing increases, and he slowly walks over to me like a predator hunting for his prey. A growl emerges from his chest, and I slowly raise myself on the bed. Forgoing his towel, he climbs on top of me while rolling me on my back. Keeping eye contact with me, he removes the sheets, and my nipples harden from the cold winter air.
Paul runs his nose down and across my neck while one hand grabs onto my waist and his knee pressed up against my core. I become putty in his hand instantly, just from his single touch. I slowly glide my nails across his skin and slowly reach upward to grab him and kiss him. Unable to hold back, he kisses me back and hard. Our tongues fight in dominance, but the end result will always have him on the winning side. Up until this point, Paul and I have only really fallen asleep with each other. This is going to be the next new step with him that I have been waiting for this.
Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him towards me, he growls and lifts me up to straddle him while he leans back on his knees. Taking off my shirt and leaving marks all along my neck and chest before returning to my mouth. I slide my nails down in between us and start rubbing his length. His breathing becomes hollow as he begins to suck and nip on my collar. Wrapping his arm around me, he lays me back down and starts moving his hands towards my core, pulling on my shorts. I lift off the bed as he removes them, and without hesitation, he spreads my legs and starts nibbling on the inside of my thigh.
“Fuck, Paul,” I say, throwing my head back with my eyes closed.
“I want you to watch, baby. Look at me.” He says in his rough voice. I look down at him, and in one slow motion, keeping eye contact, Paul grabs me and starts gently and slowly licks me with the tip of his tongue. Drawing figures over my clit, spitting and slurping me up over again until my legs start closing in on him.
“Fuck, Paul. Right there! Don’t stop!” I say, both hands in his hair, holding him on the one area I need him the most. He took the opportunity to keep my legs apart with his arms, spread my lips more, add pressure on my clit with his tongue, and slowly push a finger in me. I tense up a little, and he stops and waits until I relax before moving further in. He curls his figure upwards, hitting a spot I thought was a myth, and I just about lose it.
“Right there! Oh, God, Paul!” I hear him chuckle at my reaction, and he speeds his pace more.
“Don’t cum yet. I wish you could see how pathetic and beautiful you look. Withering under me, begging for more. Such a beautiful slut you are for me, huh?” he says, whispering in my ear. I grab onto his shoulders, clawing at anything to prevent me from cumming. I whine out as tears start falling down my eyes.
“Please! Let me cum! Please!” I bite my lip, and he kisses me and tells me to let go. Never have I experienced an orgasm as hard and thrilling as I did with him just now. Eyes falling towards the back of my head, back-arching, I couldn’t breathe for a great five seconds. If I died then and there, id would die a happy woman. After calming down, I grab him and pull him towards me, and I can taste myself on him. I roll him over so that I am on top and start rubbing him. He goes to stop me, but I slap his hand away and start kissing him down his neck, chest, stomach, and then slowly lick the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already coming out of him.
“Fuck, Y/n…” hearing my name fall from his lips like that without even trying to give me the confidence and boost I need. I slowly massage him while licking him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth. He has an impressive girth, so I could only get so much in me before my gag reflexes started to present itself. I slightly grasped onto his balls and started massaging them along with sucking him off, and I could feel one of his hands holding onto my head while the other grabbed onto the sheets. His hips slightly thrusting to meet my throat—I could tell he was trying to hold back. For emphasis, I hummed, and his hips jerked as he called out my name.
“Fuck! Baby, stop! You're going to make me-” in one swift motion, I pushed his hands away and started sucking, swirling my tongue harder and faster. Not bothered by the noises and mess that I am making. Without much of a second warning, I scrape my nails gently down his thighs, and he instantly releases into my mouth. Cum hitting the back of my throat and running down my mouth. I grab him by the base and suck a little on the tip just for tease, and he wraps his hands gently around my neck and kisses me forcefully. Rolling me under him, he locks my hands above my head and grinds his length over my core.
“Fucking beautiful. Watching you with my cock down your throat, that’s a fucking sight to see.” He took a moment to silently ask me if I wanted to continue.
“I’ve never….” I say honestly. Paul would be my first and only. He smiles and asks if I'm 100% sure. I smile and nod, and he reaches over to grab the lube and a condom.
“It’ll sting, but I’ll go slow. At any time you want to stop, tell me. Don’t hesitate. Okay?” he says seriously. I nod my head at him and kiss him. He takes out the lube, puts a good amount on his finures, and slowly starts at my entrance, getting me to relax. Kissing me and saying calm words while adding another finger. Once satisfied, he places his condom on and dowses that with lube before positioning me to enter. He checks again to see if I'm okay with this and continues when he receives consent.
To say that Paul was a patient man was an understatement. He slowly pushed in me and started to massage my inner thigh and hip to relax my muscles while kissing me gently. Not moving until I relaxed enough. Continuing forward each time until he was entirely inside of me.
“Fuck, you're so tight, baby.” He groans in my neck while I hold onto him. I relax and give him the okay to go, and Jesus did it sting. Slowly the pain submerged, and pleasure came forth.
“Fuck, Paul. Yes…don’t stop…” my words get lost in my throat. Unable to say complete sentences. Paul slightly speeds up, which only made me encourage him to fuck me like a damn whore.
“You like that, don’t you, slut. Fucking take this cock like a good girl. God damn Y/n, you don’t know what you do to me.” He growls in my ear, and if it wasn’t possible before, it was now because I became wetter just by hearing that.
“Fuck, I can smell you from up here. You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? Huh? You like it when daddy takes control and fucks you now, huh?” I could only whine and say ‘yes, daddy’ as a response. Anything else that came out of my mouth was incoherent words that neither of us could understand.
“Please, daddy. I need more…” I say. More of what, I don’t know, but I just don’t want this to end.
“Is my baby getting greedy? More huh?” he sits up, crosses my legs in front of him, then leans into me, locking my arms above my head and my knees to my shoulders while basically telling me I'm trapped.
“Oh! Fuck!” the new angle hit that spot, and I started seeing stars. “Right there! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! I’m going to”
“Fuck! Cum with me!” a few thrusts later, all that could be heard was a growl from Paul and my cries of plea and happiness while gasping for air. We stayed in that position for a few extra seconds before Paul gently lifted himself off of me, throwing away the condom and grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. Wordlessly coming back to help clean me up before taking me to the bathroom to allow me to do my business. After washing my hands and wabbling to the door, he comes in and starts a shower for us. Kissing one another gently, every so often while cleaning—relaxing in our moment together. He still had to carry me back to our bedroom—where he changed the sheets—we laid down peacefully with one another on this cold winter morning.
*Bing*
Sugar Tits (Leah): Hey! What time are you guys coming over! We’re hungry!
“Leah wants to know when we’re heading over.” I look at the clock, and it says 12 pm. Damn…time flies when you're having fun.
“Tell her, we’ll see them at 4. I'm tired, and my vagina hurts.” I say, snuggling up. Paul responds and then tells me what Leah replies back. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Sugar tits: You guys fucked didn’t you?... FINALLY!
We set the alarm to wake us up later and go right back to sleep. If this is what sex is with Paul will be like, I never want to stop having it.
~
Later that evening, Paul and I finally decided to head over to Sam and Emily’s place for our Christmas celebration. Upon arriving, we are greeted with a cheeky Leah while Sam and Lajohn are outside drinking a beer.
“Well, well, well…look who we have here. How was the sex? Thrilling? Intimidating? Disappointed?” Leah says, hooking our arms together, ignoring Paul completely, and heading inside.
“I, my lady, do not kiss and tell. It is highly inappropriate to do so.” I say as etiquette as possible.
“Oh, bull shit. You're glowing like you’ve finally seen color for the first time.” We walk into the kitchen, and Clair gives me a look.
“You guys did the deed, huh? You had that same look on your face I had when Quil and I did it.” laugh and Halulah giggles into her hand. Ness looks depressed.
“Oh, cheer up Nessi-poo. You and Jake will get your chance eventually.” Kim says, giving her a side hug.
“I know, but…you try having a father who can read minds, an empathic uncle, another one who is ready to tackle Jake at the wrong move, a grandfather that is a doctor, an aunt who hates everyone, another aunt who can see the future, and a mother who was close friends with said boyfriend. Let’s face it, I’m as stuck as Dad before he met mom.” We all busted out laughing while she gave us a glare.
“What about Esme?” her grandmother.
“THANKFULLY, she defends me. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper stay out of it when an argument starts. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I can’t even do anything. And I mean anything, anything. The most we can do is make out, and that’s if we’re lucky! And you’d think we’d have freedom here, right? Nope! Billy is just as bad as all of them. Plus, the second we do, everyone would know, and a fucking outbreak will happen, and I’m not in the mood for this crap.” She says with a sigh, laying her head on Kim’s shoulder. The poor girl. All she wants is to be with her mate, and she can’t even do that. Marriage is off the table, for sure for now since they’re so young, but I can understand where she is coming from…minus the supernatural parts.
“OH!” Leah says, running out of the room as everyone is coming into the kitchen for food, “Since sex was more important than seeing us this morning, here are your presents.” She says, handing me a few bags and cards. I told Paul to go grab everyone else’s stuff from the truck, and we all sat around opening the remainder of the presents.
Elouise POV
I’m done playing games with this bitch. I don’t know if it’s the blood lust talking or my anger, but regardless, that bitch is going down—even if I have to die trying. I tell Rebecca to get her shit together and to head out. There’s supposed to be a blizzard hitting the La Push, and since it is Christmas, the likelihood of their patrol being up is there, but not as much as there was before.
Halfway through the forest, Rebecca notifies me where they caught her at. We climb above the trees over a little house not too far from the main road. I can hear her giggling and a male voice in the bedroom area. Anger rises within me—how dare she! She takes my mate and not she think everything will be okay? Without warning to Rebecca and without a second thought, I head for the house.
Smashing through the window, I look over to see the mut laying on top of a now frightening-looking Y/n. He growls as she starts to scream. Rebecca is next to me in an instant, and I lung at the male. We collide, and Rebecca takes off with Y/n.
“You take my mate; I’ll take yours,” I say, with one last punch before he shifts, and I hightail my ass out of there, following Rebecca and the bitches screams. Entering the forest, we take a good head start for the first 2 minutes until we start hearing multiple footsteps.
“Faster! Just over that clearing! They can’t cross the border!” Rebecca shouts. We sprint faster than we were already and make it across. She tells me we have to make it through Forks—all that’s left are the vampires protecting this side. Not a second later, we are surrounded by a family and three wolves? Wolves?
“I thought you said there weren't any wolves on this side?!” I yell at Rebecca. She throws down Y/n hard on the snow, almost exposing what the blanket she has on is covering her. “This was your idea, Eloise. You and your obsession with this filth are what got us in this shit in the first place.” I look at her and stay silent.
“What the fuck Elly? Why are you doing this?” Y/n said. Before I could respond, a she-wolf steps in front of her while some female vampires put clothes on Y/n.
“Well, hello Leah. Nice to finally see you in your true pathetic form.” I smiled; another growl could be heard from behind me—the guy the whore was sleeping with.
“Explain yourself! It’s the least you could do for being so fucking stupid!” Y/n yelled.
“Your blood.”
“My what?!” Y/n yelled, confused.
“You're her siren. Your blood calls to her; every vampire has a siren. You, Y/n, are hers.” Says one of the guys.
Third Person POV
Leah makes eye contact with Paul and lunges for Elouise without a warning or care as Paul goes for Rebecca. Seth grabbed Y/n and carried her as fast as possible to the Cullens place since it was closer. Shaken and disturbed, when they made it back, she didn’t let go of Seth. Unknown to what to feel, she laid her head on his chest while Nessie tried to talk her back into reality.
In the meantime, Rebecca being long gone and destroyed, Leah constantly shifts back and forth from wolf to human, taking her time ripping Elouise apart slowly and crucially. No one dared to stop her. No one could also look away. It was one of those revelation moments where you finally see the person's inner-self come out, and no one could look away at how sinister Leah can be. Or really, all of the anger she has towards Elouise—well, vampires in general.
“How long do you think she can go?” Emmitt asks Jasper and Paul as they watch Elouise—who already has all of her fingers and toes in the fire pit; Leah breaking and tearing her wrist from her limb.
“I don’t think she even knows,” Alice says. She can't see how long this will go, just that they won't be going home soon.
“I want to check up on Y/n, but I also want to see the bitch die. I trust Seth, but there's a satisfaction in getting watching her suffer.” Paul states.
“She’s weak. There's no way in hell I’d embarrass myself like this.” Rosalie says, walking away, letting Emmett know to come home when he’s ready.
Leah dragged it on until the early morning, having to relight the firepit every so often due to the storm.
~
The following evening, everyone was surrounded in the living room of Sam and Emily, telling the humans of the group of the previous events that had taken place. Once it got to the part where Leah took up to the early morning to finally silence Elouise, Lajohn lost it. Silently, putting on his shoes, flipped Leah over his shoulder and walked out the door.
“We’ll see yall later.” Then walks out to their car and drives off.
“They’re into some kinky shit, aren't they?” Emily says.
“You have no idea….” Y/n responses. She sighs and lays her head on Pauls's shoulder, who wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. The rest of the day consists of just relaxing and attempting to forget what happened just a few hours ago. It's incredible how in the matter of a few weeks, shit has gone all over the place. But at least one thing is for sure, Y/n and Paul are in this together for the long haul.
Okay, so let yall know, there might be more to this than planned (if you know me and my writing, you knew to expect this), but also, I should have mentioned how the packs are set up here. It is essentially the same as how it was in the original series, but occasionally, Jake, Leah, and Seth will help out with La Push and vice versa. You can’t have two Alphas in one pack. Ness is 18 (Like 18 years has passed, type of 18) and does patrol with Jake’s pack.
Also, I know that Jake made Leah his Beta (second in command), but I also have her as the best tracker in this because let's be honest… it's Leah. Queen will track a motherfucker down even without being a shapeshifter.
Gamma’s (Third in command)—Paul—is basically head Worrier. He trains everyone. Not saying he does with Jake's pack, but they might. I don’t know, didn’t really overthink that.
Okay, anyway, I just wanted to put that out there.
BTW, still have no idea what is going on. Love yall!
Over the past few days, Paul had an increase in his duties at work due to higher active crimes in the La Push area and in the woods. He said he’ll make it up to me, and I have no doubt that he will; it just sucks not seeing him—but I love catching up with the girls in the meantime. Tomorrow, Emily and I are going to head to the airport to pick up Lajohn and Leah. When I talked to her on the phone about what was happening, her demeanor sounded strange, and it slightly shifted.
I’m not stupid. I know everyone is hiding something big from me. I noticed a lot of keywords and the body language shifting. I don’t want to push anyone, but it has not only started worrying me, but it is also slightly irritating. I wanted to take the opportunity to ask about it in the car with Emily but decided against it. I can tell this has more to do with those who secure La Push (i.e., Paul, Sam, Jared, Embry, Jake, Brady, Collen, Quil, Seth, Ness, and Leah) and decided it was just best to wait until I can ask them. Preferably Paul and Leah.
While helping Halulah set up the kitchen for lunch, I received a text from Elly, finally.
Elly: Hey, sorry about just getting back. You know it is around here with me! Lol, but that’s a bummer…I was really hoping we could spend time over winter break.
Y/n: Lol, you’re good. No worries. Well, we can always hang sometime at school.
Elly: Or…. we can meet up! So, we can exchange gifts and stuff! Oh! What about New Year’s?!
Elly: This is so exciting!!! Yeah, let's do that! Can we meet up for New Year’s? Just us? I know you may want to bring Leah, but I would rather not have someone look at me like they want to kill me while trying to have fun, lol.
I ponder for a moment before replying. I think back on before I left with Paul when she and her boyfriend were heading out. I remember paying attention to my inner self and feeling unease slightly with her, but downright terrified when I was around him.
Y/n: Let me get back to you on that. I’m staying with my (now and finally) boyfriend, and I know he might have something planned.
At least, I hope he does.
Y/n: But I’ll see when it gets closer to New Year’s, lol.
Elly: Kk, just lmk (let me know).
I brushed off my feelings towards Elly and decided to live in the present and meet up with her later. I walk towards the kitchen to set the food down when man-made howls and laughter can be heard from the distance. Any average person (knowing it’s the guys and Ness (who says she never howls, just rides in on Jake's back)) would think nothing of it when hearing it. But for some reason, I get a sense of ease, mainly from hearing one voice in the mix of the rowdy men who tumble inside. Ever since meeting Paul, I've become hyperaware of his presents and when he calls out like that. Like he’s telling me he’s coming home. It makes me feel warm inside…Jesus, this is weird. I've never been the lovey-dovey type, so feeling like this is fun, exciting, yet awkward. Doesn’t help that Paul knows it and uses it against me.
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.
“Hello, beautiful.” I hear next to me, feeling a kiss on my cheek.
“Are you talking to me or the rolls on the table?” I ask, raising a brow. He thinks for a moment.
“Both? Yeah, I’m going to say both.” I smack his hand before he can reach for it and point to the bathroom to wash up. He sulks and does what he is told.
“I swear, if it wasn’t for his good looks, I don’t think we’d make it,” I say next to Halulah, who told the same to Embry before eating.
“Amen to that.” After everyone had settled down, we crowded into the living room, minus Jake, Seth, Jared, Paul, and Sam. This usually happens once a week, from what I have been told. They basically go over the La Push/Forks area to cover security with the cops—even though they’re not cops. I asked Ness about it since her grandfather, Charlie, is one but she brushed it off and changed the subject.
“Hey, we’re done with everything. You want to head home?” Paul asks above me over the couch. I smile and nod my head. We grab our things and head towards his truck home. I take this opportunity to risk it all.
“Paul. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?” I say, looking at him. A worried expression was placed on my face. He takes a deep breath before looking over at me. He doesn’t show any emotion on his face and looks ahead, tightening his hand on the wheel while the other is balled in a fist. I look down at my hands and wait for a reply.
I never received one.
When we make it to the house, he is still quiet and heads towards his room. Two minutes later, he comes back out in his jogging gear and tells me he’ll be back; not waiting for my response, he leaves. What the fuck?
Paul POV
I know I shouldn’t have left out like that, especially when we all planned to have someone watch over the girls when we couldn’t, but I couldn’t face her. Not yet. Am I stupid for withholding possible information that is more than likely directed towards her and her safety? 100 times, yes. But am I stupid enough to tell her everything by myself? 100% no.
I meet up with Sam and Jared not far from the house to tell them to notify the elders to gather together to explain to Y/n what we are and what is going on. Everyone is right. Hiding this from her until after isn’t going to help but hinder her. Potentially hurt her. He agrees and will try to have its plan soon. Since Christmas Eve is only tomorrow, I’m hoping I can tell her then. But for right now, I have to explain what I can without giving too much away.
In an instant, Sam and I stop and look towards the direction of my house. Not caring who is around, we run as fast as we can towards my place to see smoke coming from the kitchen. I bust inside and see a passed-out Y/n on the kitchen floor, the back door busted open. Sam and Jared chased the intruder while I put out the fire and brought my mate to the living room. Not a minute later, Sam calls out for the guys, and as expected, I can hear everyone going off to chase after the intruder.
The vampires that have been after Y/n.
Third Person POV
*Back at Emily and Sam’s house*
Jake, Ness, and Seth went back to the Cullen’s territory to switch shifts with Jasper, Rosalie, and Carlisle when they were suddenly stopped by a howl. Without even a second glance, they take off and head towards the treaty line. They were met up by Edward and Bella, with everyone not too far behind.
“They’re back. We know who they’re after.” Edward states.
“Yeah, they’re after Paul’s mate, Y/n. We just don’t know why or how they know her.” Jake said. Within seconds they get the scent of the intruders on their land and chase after them.
“Just don’t cross the border!” Emmett says, referring back to a time when they were after Victoria. They all roll their eyes and catch up to the three nomads.
The first guy was around “5’11” and frumpy-looking. He had shaggy brown hair and red eyes. His eyes are fiercer than what his body let on, and he has thin lips with a round nose. Not the most attractive-looking vampire, that was for sure.
The lady with him was around “5’0”, thin with cropped wavy black hair with black eyes—she’s hungry. Her tiny nose was disproportionated to her fuller lips and her high cheekbones. As if she had plastic surgery before her shift, but it just went wrong. Still beautiful than her (what they could assume) mate.
The last guy was an eerier, terrifying, yet had a frightening resemblance to Jasper than the rest. Tall with longer hair, almost the same eyes, lips, and nose shape. The only difference is that he was more silver, and Jasper’s was more blond with topaz eyes and black eyes like the woman. This kid made Jasper look like the happiest person on the planet.
With both supernatural species on both sides of them, they unexpectedly (yet expected) split up into different directions.
“He’s going to cross!” Alice says as her eyes glass over. “Jake! Ness! Follow her.” She pauses, looking for anything else, “He’s heading towards La Push!” she yells out. The three nomads are confused, and while silently communicating, they switch ways.
“SWITCH!” Alice screams, and everyone takes off.
*La Push Hospital*
Stirring awake a few hours later, Y/n looks around to see nothing but plane white and forest green walls and furniture. By smelling the sterilized…well…everything, she instantly knew she was in the hospital. Taking a moment to get her head straight, she finally notices a familiar sound of light breathing, unlike his regular obnoxious snores and warmth on her hand.
Paul.
Slowly moving her hand from under him, she lightly scratches her nails on his scalp to wake him up like she usually does when they’re not in a rush for anything or when he’s having a had time going to sleep. Paul slowly starts to open his eyes and contacts Y/n. he instantly starts apologizing for everything and not telling her everything like he should. Y/n lets him ramble on for another while before stopping him.
“It’s okay, Paul. I forgive you, my love. Just please, tell me what’s going on? who was that? or really, what was that? that was in your kitchen?” She says, worrying. Paul swallows, clear his throat, and proceeds to begin to tell Y/n what is going on. Before the nurse and doctor decided to come in, at that moment.
“When can she be let out?” Paul asked hastily. He wants to just be with his mate in their own privacy.
“Tomorrow. We want to keep her overnight since she hit her head pretty hard on the countertop. The burn marks, we aren’t too worried about since it is a slight first-degree burn, but we want to make sure it heals a little before we let her go.” They check her through and leave the room. Paul sulks next to Y/n, and she can’t but giggle at the sight of a giant “6’4” man, sulking as if she took his favorite toy truck.
“This is stupid.” He says under his breath, causing Y/n to laugh at him. He grins slightly at her and reaches for her uninjured hand, and kisses it.
“How are you feeling, babe?”
“I’m okay. Just tired, it’s all.” Lacing their hands together.
“Why don’t you get some rest? We can-”
“No, Paul. We need to talk about what is going on. I don’t like being in the dark with this, and I’m not going to get any sleep anyways if you’re not going to tell me. So, say it now, please, Paul.” She says with desperation in her eyes. Paul nods and goes on to tell her about La Push and their history. From how it was founded, the name, their culture. He then moved on to the secret that he had been withholding for as long as he could. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to tell her; he was just afraid. Lajohn nearly ran 20 mph towards Forks when they told him, who’s to say she won’t do 15 mph?
He took a deep breath and told his mate about shapeshifting and how it was in their DNA. What triggers it, what, and who started it. When he got to the cold ones and started to describe them, her eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything, but pieces began forming together. Paul says it but makes no comment on it. Once he was done, he looked at her. Waiting for her reaction—any reaction, really. What he wasn’t expecting was for what she said next.
“Elly’s a vampire.” She whispers and looks at him with realization. She was not bothered about the fact that her boyfriend/mate could shapeshift but that her friend was a vampire. It wouldn’t have been bothersome (seeing how she realized the Cullen’s are one too), but it was the fact that Elly hid hers with harmful intentions. From thinking back on her appearance, her inner intuition of telling her to get away from her, but seeing as unnaturally beautiful, cold, and hard intrigued her. Her eyes being a strange dark maroon-ish color—almost a red-ish/black—were sometimes unsettling, so she would avoid eye contact with her. Whereas the Cullen’s (still creepy) was more topaz or gold. If Leah trusts them (although half-ass she does) but not Elly, that says more than anything.
“Who’s Elly?” Paul says after a minute or so of watching Y/n contemplate and put everything together.
“A friend, or really, “friend” from school who Leah and Lajohn hate. I never thought much of it since Leah hates 98.30% of the population; Lajohn, I could see more of, even without dating Leah. But it makes sense—her eagerness to always be around me and to get away from Leah as soon and as much as possible, the death glairs and insults they pass at one another. The weird feeling, I get around here but ignored. Leah was protecting me from her. But why didn’t she tell me sooner? Why didn’t you guys tell me sooner?”
“We can only speak for ourselves. It’s part of the treaty that was set in place when we called a truce to live in harmony with the Cullen’s way-back-when. Don’t be mad at Leah; it’s basically an ancestral gag-order. It really bothered her and didn’t help when we found out we are mates…shit.” As if time stopped, Paul realized he slipped up by telling Y/n the one information he was hoping to not say for a bit longer.
“We’re what?” Y/n asked calmly and confused. Paul dropped his head in his hands and then explained what it meant to be mates with someone. What the feeling is, what it is like, how the universe just gave a valid reason to continue with life, even when times start getting harder and harder. The one person who could put you out of your misery. When he was done explaining, he took his chance and looked up at his mate and saw she had a cheeky smile on her face. He rolled his eyes.
“So, I’m your mate, huh?” she says, Paul already knowing where this is going.
“Yes, ma’am, you are.”
“So that means I can annoy you for the rest of your life? Right? Like, you can't get away from me even if you wanted to?” she says, smiling as big as possible. Paul laughs and nods his head. The one thing he and the other shapeshifters only know and refuse to say anything towards their mates is that they can reject them. But the thought of it never is fitting, and it never seems like information worth saying.
“Oh, thank God! The last thing I want is to leave. You know too much about me. You and Leah, so you’re stuck with me.”
“I should’ve made better life choices in another life if I had known I was going to be stuck with you.” He says with a playful grin, kissing her hand.
“Hey, it goes both ways. I must have killed a witch or something to be cursed with you. Gawd!” she says, laughing. They go back and forth, insulting playfully at each other. Occasionally sharing kisses from time to time until Y/n called it quits for the night. Before taking the cot (that did no justice for a man as large as Paul), Paul took a moment and almost felt as if he was having a premonition of their future. The only difference is the room would be filled with baby necessities and a bassinette of their child…or children. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of that and fell asleep peacefully.
*Christmas Eve at Emily and Sam’s Place*
Coming home in the afternoon was…interesting for Y/n. And by interesting it was Leah barging in the house after hearing the news of what happened to her one and only true best friend, going through the works of emotions and then threatening to kill every living being within a 2-inch radius if they were to ever hurt her, Y/n, again.
“Leah, it’s okay. I understand everything now. And I’m sorry I didn’t really see this or took your warning seriously. Really though, I should have since you have no problem with my roommates and some other people we study with. Hell, you’re friends with some of them too! I should have paid attention to it. I don’t know how I didn’t.” Y/n said, looking at her hands—one covered from the burn in the kitchen.
“No, Bunny, it is not your fault. NEVER think it is. You couldn’t have known. And Sam talked to Carlisle. They suspect that she might have some kind of supernatural ability or something. One that could have blocked your sense of danger.” She says, holding me. Lajohn nods his head next to Paul in the corner.
“Plus, we caught all but one. The other female got away, and the two guys were dead on site.” Seth said, jumping over the couch next to Leah. Y/n asked what they looked like, and Ness decided to show her. Mind you, Y/n only knows about the wolves, nothing of the Cullen’s. So, you can expect a surprise when she sees what Nessie sees through touch. Disregarding the fact of what she did, Y/n tells them who one of the guys was.
Elly’s boyfriend. She had never seen the other two. Once Y/n said who one of the guys was, everyone looked at one another, deflated, knowing that this could be another Victoria situation.
“How about we stop worrying for right now and be appreciative that Y/n is here and enjoy this time together?” Clair said next to Quil on the floor. Everyone agreed and headed towards the kitchen, where the food was ready to be served. For the remainder of the night, the air was only filled with laughter and joy. Now that Y/n was in on all of the information about the pack and officially was part of it, they could openly tell embarrassing stories about one another without any problems.
She still hasn’t seen Paul in his wolf form yet.
Elouise POV
“Elly!” Rebecca called out, coming home from up north. She went to go see the location and area of Y/n. I told them about the possibility of meeting up with her for New Year’s. Their agitated passive-aggression towards my “obsession” over her was getting to the point where they just wanted to get this done and over with. They understood that she was my siren, that her blood just calls to me. They just don’t know how bad it does.
“ELLY!!! THEY KILLED THEM! THOSE FILTHY MUTTS KILLED THEM!!!” Rebecca screamed at me. I turned around to see her fuming and running towards me. She shoved me so hard into the countertop that it broke. “If you didn’t have that stupid obsession over that stupid human, my Hector would be alive! THEY KILLED THEM, YOU SELFISH BITCH!!!” before she could cause any more harm to me, I ran outside. I can block dominant sensory from people. For example, Y/n, where she should run and hide away from me anytime I am near, I stop her flight or fight mode, and she responds as if she was like me or if I was human again. I use it towards Rebecca, causing her to break down in front of me. I go to the one I have always seen as a sister and hold her, holding back my own grieve. Until it hit me.
They killed them.
They killed my mate.
All I see is red and toss aside the idea of waiting until New Year’s.
Part 2. You know, might make a series out of this…I have way too many ideas presenting themselves now it's crazy. I forgot how much I missed writing. Hopefully, I can make a career out of it one day while also proceeding with my dream as a therapist. Let’s just see.
Y/n POV
The following day, I woke up around eight o’clock with La Push’s sun peeking through the clouds every now and then with some mist. Can’t forget the mist. While getting out of bed, I noticed a hand-made quilt lying on top of me. If I remember correctly, it wasn’t there when I went to bed. Paul must have put it on me. Just the thought of that alone makes me smile and feel warm…Ewe.
I exit my room with my necessities and proceed to brush my teeth, wash my face, and head to the kitchen. While fixing myself some apple juice (he remembered) and toast, I read a note left from him in beautiful handwriting.
Morning beautiful,
Sorry, I won’t be home by the time you’re awake, but Emily said you can call and swing by if you like to. I’ll be off around one.
Btw, sorry for the creepiness of waking up to another blanket on you. I went to check in to see if you were okay, and you were curled in a ball.
Anyways, I’ll see you soon, Chihuahua
I roll my eyes at his need to call me Chihuahua. Not everyone is “6’5” + with bronze muscles and dimples and a smile that will have you spread your legs quickly, and rough hands that can fling you across…Woah. Hold up, girl. I take deep breaths to calm myself down and debate if I need a cold shower or use my bullet.
Yeah, I’m going to need to use my bullet.
~
I texted Emily earlier that I was in town, and she said for me to come over. The house wasn’t far, and I needed the walk to clear my head. La Push is beautiful in the morning and peaceful at night. You can easily get lost in the tranquility it gives off and get lost in thought if you’re not careful. I walk up to the familiar little house with plants and windchimes, giving it a peaceful vibe that I love. Before I can knock on the door, Clair busts open the door and pull me in for a tight hug.
“Y/N! I missed you so much! When did you get in? How was the drive? How did you get here if Leah didn’t come in? Where did you get your boots? They are too cute to pass up. OMG, when did you get glasses?” Before I can say anything, Emily saves me.
“Clair, hun. What did we talk about?”
“One question at a time and let the person answer.” She said, giving an innocent face to her aunt.
“Correct. Nothing wrong with being excited and asking questions; just be calm about it.” Emily says. Not wanting to discourage her from being happy, but learning how to take control of herself, herself.
“To answer your questions, Clair. I missed you too, my bright sunshine. I got in yesterday. It was eventful seeing as Paul came to pick me up and bring me here. Amazon. I’ve always had them; I only wear them for distance.” I finish with a smile and proceed to hug Emily and take off my boots.
“Well, there’s our Lion tamer,” Embry said, wrapping his arm around Halulah, who gave a small, shy smile and wave.
“Ha! More like wolf tamer since Paul likes to howl at everyone.” Of course, Jared said with Kim coming up behind him, slapping his head.
“Will you shut it. You’re already on your last strike with Sam. I need you home.” Kim said, rolling her eyes at Jared while walking up to me to give me a hug. “Hey, Y/n. Good to see you again. Ignore my boyfriend. He tends to forget to use his filter occasionally.”
“More like all the time,” Halulah whispered. We all looked at her and started to laugh. She blushed so hard and hid in Embry’s chest. We eventually moved over to the living room area and caught up on all the adventures of the past month or so. Around 2 in the afternoon (after Jared and Embry whined lack of nutrition they say they are getting), there was a howl of rowdy guys and laughter in the air. In came Sam, Quil, Jake, Nessie, and Brady.
“Hey guys, look who’s here.” Emily trailed off, heading towards Sam's embrace. A collective “Y/N!” can be heard miles away, so can the last bit of oxygen leaving my body and my plead for help before I die.
“Boy’s get off of her before Paul comes in and reangles your neck. And none of us won't stop him, either.” Ness said. They get off of me, and I’m pulled into a gentle hug from a small Ness.
“Hey, Y/n. Long time, no see. How are you? And sorry about our children, they get a little…well…them. But when new people come by, it’s to the extreme. And when they are hungry.” We chuckle at that.
“Speaking of food…” the air shifts around me, the hairs on the back of my neck stands, goosebumps and shivers run through me as I listen to that voice behind me. I turn around with a smile and see Paul in pants and a regular shirt that does nothing to his body but reminds me how I wanted to rip it off earlier. I shake my head of the memory as I greet him with a hug. As I'm doing so, he leans over and stops, instantly freezing. Holding me tighter to him, he looked towards Jake, Quil, and Brady with anger.
“Mine!” he said in a rough and gruff voice. Sam steps in front of them as the three guys slowly retreat out the sliding door.
“Paul, breathe. They were only excited to see her. You don’t want to do this now.” Sam says with command. All of the guys pulling their girlfriends behind them. Except for Ness, she’s leaning against the wall next to Jake…who’s asking for help with pleading eyes, and she is looking at a fascinating wooden floor. What is going on? Paul starts to shake and stiffen up.
“Mine…Don’t. Touch. Mine!”
“Paul!” Sam shouts. Before anyone could move, I rested my hand on his shoulder and calmly called to him. I lightly sidestep him, rest my other hand on his chest, and call out to him again. He instantly calms down and pulls me towards him. Holding me like I am about to leave and never come back. Just the thought of that hurts me alone.
“Hey, it's okay, Paul. I’m not leaving.” I calmly rub his back and lay my head against his chest—hearing his heart calm to an unnatural rhythm, it's soothing but unnatural. “Let’s go for a walk, okay?” I smile up at him. He looks down at me with a disappointing look on his face but nods. We walk out the door and head towards an unknown destination with an umbrella without looking back at anyone.
Paul POV
Shit. Just when I thought I had my anger under control, it comes back to bite me in the ass. Y/n and I walk down the street away from praying wolf hearing. I didn’t mean for her to witness my possessiveness side. It was just an automatic instinct we supernatural’s have when it comes to our mates. Even though I know Jake, Quil, and Brady mean no harm, my inner wolf and instinct thought otherwise.
“So, what’s going on, Paul?” she asked in her soft, calming voice. When we talk on the phone or facetime, she uses it when she can tell something is bothering me. I stop when we are at a good distance from the pack.
“It’s…well. First, I want to apologize. I didn’t mean to get territorial or possessive over you like I did. I don’t really know what came over me. Well, I do, but that’s a story for later. Which I do plan on telling you, just not right now. I figure now isn’t the best time to dive deep into everything. But yeah. Secondly, I know you haven’t seen it, but I sort of have a temper problem. Well, had…I mean, I still do, but it isn’t as bad. And I promise I won’t hurt you; that would be the last thing I want to do, and want you to be terrified of me. Please, don’t be terrified of me.
“Look, there’s a lot about me that you don’t know, and I know that work both ways. But there are parts of me…of the pack…that are different. And I promise you that I will explain everything to you soon. I have to talk to Sam and Jared about it, but Y/n,” I reach for her hands and step closer to her, looking down with nothing but loving and admiration eyes. She is my everything, and nothing else matters. She gives me a small smile and gently bites her lip that I want to taste oh so badly.
“I want you to know, I will never keep you in the dark there afterward. I know what I may say next is risky, but…Y/n… you are all I ever wanted without realizing what I wanted to begin with. Ever since I met you, you have stayed on my mind non-stop. I replay our past conversations that made you smile; rather, it's on the phone, facetime, the first time I met you, and when I text you stupid shit. The idea to come and get you was mine after Leah and Lajohn said they would visit his family before coming to La Push. That time going to you was the longest I’ve ever felt. But leaving with you to come back with me wasn’t long enough. What I’m trying to say is… Y/n, where we will be at a distance for a while, will you please be my girlfriend?” Looking up at me, her smile becomes bigger and brighter, and she nods and says yes. I reach down to hug her and swing her around. One would think I had asked to marry her. That is for another time, though.
As I put her down, she grabs the side of my face and rests our foreheads together. She then leans in to kiss me hesitantly. Without a second thought, I pull her to me and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. Well, that completes part two of her gift—kissing me…I mean seeing a side of me and learning a little bit more about me.
~
It's been a week since Y/n has been here, and the temptation to take her against every surface available has been driving me insane. It’s gotten so bad that my blue balls are showing while on patrol. It doesn’t help that the guys won’t shut up about it. Stupid mind link. The only person who understands my dilemma is Jake. Jake constantly has blue balls since his mate is a hybrid of human and vampire—namely, a bloodsucker who can read minds. They really can’t do anything because she will start smelling like Jake even more as soon as they complete their mating process. That fight would be a sight to see.
I head home from my late-night shift on patrol (taking over for Jared’s ass) at 9 am and walk into a dancing Y/n singing to Cupid by 112. She always loved this song. I watch her from the door, leaning against it in amusement as she makes what looks like pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, biscuits, and hashbrowns. Damn, my girl can cook. I look back at her with her back facing me, shaking her ass as she bends over to get the biscuits out of the oven.
Hard on in 3…2…1…and there he goes. Quickly closing my eyes and thinking about anything but taking her over the damn counter, I slowly feel ol’ boy downstairs chill out. I decided to surprise her. I slowly sneak up behind her as she steps away from the stove and towards the sink. I gently wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek as she yelps. I hear her heart skip a beat, and I try to hold my laugh in.
“DAMNIT, PAUL. You scared the shit out of me.” She says, holding her chest (that I want to taste so badly), and slaps me with the kitchen towel over her shoulder.
“Sorry, babe. I couldn’t help it. You looked too cute, my little Chihuahua.” I bop her nose and reach around her to grab a biscuit. She pops me on my hand and shoos me out of her kitchen (she has fully claimed it, and I will hold no objections.
“Go shower, and then you can eat, mister.” She says, smiling while I retrieve towards the bedroom. As I step into the shower, I debate if I should rub one-off after seeing that ass in those tiny shorts and what looks like my shirt. That option is cut short when I hear Seth in the living room.
Damn. I really need her.
Y/n POV
There was a knock on the door, and when I looked out the peephole, it was my baby Seth!
“Give me one minute, Seth!” I said, turning everything off in the kitchen then running to go put on Paul’s shorts. Now, should I sneak into my boyfriend's room and take his stuff? Eh, probably not. But his stuff is so warm, and it smells like him. I can’t help it. I run back to the door and open it to see my oversized baby.
“Seth!” I open the door and let him in. Seth is the little brother I always wanted but is unknown to have. I just want to bake him cookies sometimes and apologize for growing up with Leah.
“Y/n/n! I heard you got in, and I wanted to see for myself.” I invite Seth inside, and we talk for a little while as he stacks up a plate of food and eats before Paul comes back out. I run to the restroom before we eat (Seth going back for seconds, of course), and as I’m coming out, I hear Seth talking to Paul about cold ones.
“I don’t know, man, they’re after something. Alice can’t see who they are specifically after, but she knows it's someone here in La Push.” Seth whispers.
“Fuck. I guess now would be a good time to tell Y/n about all of us and what’s going on. Tell Jake to set up a meeting with all of us. It’ll be harder since Leah isn’t here—she’s the best at tracking.” I heard Paul say in a commanding voice that I had never heard before. Suddenly, warmth collects towards mama downstairs, and I try my breathing exercise to chill me the fuck out. Looking back out, I see Paul stiffen and tell Seth to leave immediately (plate in hand). He backs away slowly, and before leaving, he says bye to me.
“Later, Seth!” I say, coming from around the corner as if I’m not restraining myself from running to my room and retrieving my bullet. After he leaves, with speed I’ve never seen, Paul stands in front of me, holding me tight. I look up at him, and what were his honey-brown eyes, is now black with deep lust and need. This only made my body react instantly to him. I then feel something poking me, and I press more into him. He closes his eyes and hisses while trying to calm himself. It doesn’t help me one bit seeing his chest move and body harden. Fuck me.
We stand like that, waiting for one of us to make the first move. Is it too soon to want this? For some people, maybe. But for Paul and me, hell no. So, without even thinking, I rub my hands up his chest and down his arms using my nails before wrapping my arms around him.
“Please.” Is all I say before he pulls my face towards him, kisses me, and lifts me to wrap my legs around him. The kiss is rough and full of need. Taking complete dominance over me, I can’t do anything but give in to him. He leaves bite marks all along my neck, collar bone, and where he can reach on my chest. His rough hands proceed to go underneath my shirt and touch me, making me beg for more, anything he can give. Before we can go a step further, his cell phone rings.
“No-”
“Fuck!” we say at the same time. He reaches for his phone while I take advantage of his neck. Trying to leave as many markings as I can.
“What!... Are you serious?... Does it have to be now?... Out of all of the fucking times…FINE! Fine, give me 10 minutes…Shut the fuck up Jared, I’ll be there soon.” He hangs up the phone immediately, and I ask if he seriously has to leave now. “Unfortunately, I do. But…fuck it.” he attacks my lips with his and grabs onto my shorts. He looks me in the eyes for permission, and after giving him the verbal okay, he just rips them, literally, off of me. Getting down on one knee and throwing both of my legs over him, he devours me without any hesitation or warning.
“Son of a bit-” I say as he instantly places his tongue on my clit and brings my bullet to shame. Using both hands, pulling his face closer to my core, I cannot say anything and only gasp for air. Looking down at him, I see he is watching me as he reaches up to play with my breast.
“Fuck Paul. Right there…don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I cry out to him in a raspy whisper. He hums in agreement and goes to insert one of his fingers in me. Instantly seeing my reaction of clinching, he retrieves his finger and instead places his thumb at my entrance and proceeds to rub it in circles while continuously assaulting my clit.
“Paul, stop. Stop…Oh, God...” I say as my release comes full force without barely a warning. Paul wraps both of his arms wound my thighs, spreading me apart further, lapping every bit of my juices I give him. I attempt to push him away, and he shakes his head while giving me a cheeky grin. Tears running down my face of pleasure, I can’t do anything but be at his mercy.
“So, fucking beautiful. Look at you. You want more, don’t you, huh, my little slut.” Fucking shit, who would have thought I love degrading sex. I shake my head no while also asking for more. “That’s what I thought. I bet you also want my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours don’t you?” he slaps my pussy lightly, waiting until I respond.
“Yes, please. Please let me taste you. Please.” At this point, I am not ashamed to beg. But before we can do anything more, his phone goes off again. I whine out to whoever it is in the universe to please not let him leave. But my prayers go unanswered. He lifts up and wraps both of my legs around his waist, and I take advantage of rubbing him through his shorts.
“WHAT!” he basically growls into the phone. I can almost hear the screen cracking. He leans into my ear and starts nibbling on it while gyrating his hips towards my hands as I slip my hands through his shorts. Feeling his warm length move against my hand and his breath elaborating doing so, I try to slide down so I can take him in my mouth. “FUCK!...Yes…Fuck, alright!” he throws the phone, grabs me from sliding down, raises both of my wrists next to me, and looks me into the eyes with a blaze of fire. Our foreheads pressing towards each other, he leans in to kiss me.
“God, I want to kill every person on this plant without shame.”
“Do you have to leave…” I say, whining while looking into his, what would typically be honey brown eyes, lustful dark eyes. As if he’s having an internal battle with his inner beast.
“Unfortunately, I do.” He grabs me and brings me to the couch. He leans down to kiss me as if he’s never going to come back, runs to the kitchen to bring me water, and comes back with food on a plate for me and wrapped in foil paper for him to leave.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, don’t touch yourself and get rid of your toy.” He says with a cheeky smile, winks, and runs out the door. I lay back and tried to catch my breath. There are many things in life that a girl needs, doesn’t need, and didn’t realize she doesn’t need; mine happens to be circled around Paul and his ability to drive me absolutely fucking mad.
Paul POV
I will kill every Cullen and my pack members for making me leave my mate at the worst possible time ever. As third in command—Gamma—there will be hell when we train.
Paul x Reader short story with the song “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor
Y/n = your name, Y/l/n = your last name, y/h/(t)(c) = your hair (type) (color), y/e/c = your eye color
***
“You can’t hide from her forever Paul. It will consume you. You can’t stay away from her, no matter how hard you try.” Sam said to Paul in front of the whole pack. They all found out the infamous Paul Lahote just imprinted on a girl from Forks. Jake brought her and Bella by one day and Paul just happened to leave Billy’s when he saw her.
“Fuck you, Sam! Just watch. I won’t end up like you and stay trapped in something as sad as imprinting.” Paul argued back. Sam took no offense to it. He knew, just like everyone else, that Paul was going to cave, and they’ll be there to help him through it. So, no one stopped him when he ran and shifted towards the woods.
We let the waters rise
We drifted to survive
I needed you to stay
But I let you drift away
My love, where are you? My love, where are you?
Paul ended up at Y/n house in Forks. He wasn’t sure how he knew where she lived but while hiding, he saw her in the kitchen making food for herself and her family with her grandmother. He couldn’t help but watch the y/h/c y/h/t imprint of his laugh and help her grandmother. In his wolf form, he laughed to himself imagining him with them. It was something he craved since childhood. Never receiving that type of love and affection before made him wonder for a second if he’d receive the same thing if he gave in.
But it was only for a second. He shook the thought, growled, and backed away. It was almost like she knew someone was watching her, did she look out the window, unknowing to her, and looked at him straight in the eyes. She knew she was looking at something—it didn’t scare her—but she couldn’t tell what it was. She turned her attention back to her grandmother and put whatever it was in the back of her head. Paul took his chance to leave and go elsewhere. Anywhere away from her.
Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready)
Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready)
Can we, can we surrender
Can we, can we surrender
I surrender
Weeks had passed, Jacob had fully shifted and abandoned Bella and Y/n. At this point, Paul was out of control. He snapped at everything. If you looked at him too long, if you sneezed too hard if a cat meowed. He would snap. Sam had, had enough of his bullshit. He pulled him to the side to talk to him.
“Damnit Paul stop this shit! Just go to her! Talk to her! No one said you had to be more than friends.” That just pissed him off more. The thought of not being Y/n anything more than friends pissed him off. But being with you did too.
“Why? So, I can be some love-sick puppy?! Fuck that!” He spat.
“It's better than damn nearly killing everyone! Look around Paul! Look at what is the consequences of your action. Without her, you’re not yourself! We all can see it!” Sam looked defeated. “You’re better than this Paul. You said you want to work on your anger, watch what happens when you are near her. You’ll be better in an instant. I can guarantee you that.” He said softly to the hot-headed wolf.
“I’m not a child Sam.” He backed away, “so don’t fucking treat me like one. I can fix my temper on my own. Watch me!” Sam knew what he had to do at that moment when Paul ran. He couldn’t allow this to keep happening.
No one will win this time
I just want you back
I’m running to your side
Flying my white flag, my white flag
My love, where are you? My love, where are you?
“Thank you for doing this Y/n. You have no idea how much this will help the boys and their grades.” Y/n smiled at Emily.
“It’s no problem. I’m pretty good at history and English, and I know if Bella would have come, she’d help with the math and science.” You told her, driving in her car to her house. “although, I don’t think Jake would pay mind if she was there.” Y/n gave Emily a knowing look. You both laughed and continued talking along the way.
You were emptying your stuff when you heard Sam and who you knew was Paul. You didn’t see him much when you were in the area with Jake and Bella. But when you did, your heart would skip a beat. You didn’t know what it was about this man, but you could do nothing but think about him. It was the main reason you’d take trips up to the beach by yourself. You did it to get away but also to catch a glimpse of him. But every time you came by, he’d rush to leave. Which left you confused as to why you were tutoring the guys and not someone else.
“Sam, it wasn’t my fault that Embry ran into that tree-” Paul stopped mid-sentence at the sound of your laughter and your fragrance. Pomegranate Mango bath wash with a citrus perfume. Before he could react, Emily spoke.
“Paul! Did you push Embry into a tree, again?” Emily said, scowling at him playfully. Y/n just smiled at her and looked up at Paul. Eyes connecting, stomach flipping, and hearts skipping a beat. All issues and situations, anger and hostilities, sadness, and depression, washed away from him.
“Hey, Paul.” Y/n gave a slight wave and smile. It was then, that Paul surrendered to her. Imprint or not, he wanted her near. For now, and forevermore. He would protect her, even if it killed him.
Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready)
Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready)
Can we, can we, surrender
Can we, can we, surrender
I surrender
Oh, I surrender
Paul thinks back on that day and is constantly thankful for what they did. Now he’s watching his beautiful wife rock their third child to sleep. Flora Rylie Lahote was a small little thing. She was a known daddies’ little girl. The only reason she was in Y/n arms was the sole purpose of feeding. Otherwise, she’d be in her father’s arms.
Y/n turns around to notice her husband watching her. She smiles at him and he walks up to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her softly on her forehead.
“Whatcha’ thinking about babe?” She asks softly, trying to not wake up baby Flora.
“Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful wife.” She smiles and rolls her eyes but says nothing.
“You know, we should try for baby number four,” Paul says, Y/n looks up at him and side-eyes him.
“How about no. I think a family of five will suffice.”
“But I thought you hated odd numbers.”
“I also hate olives, but I ain’t trying to eat them, now am I?”
“That doesn’t make any sense…. How did you correlate having a child to make an even number family, to olives?”
“Let’s not worry about that, shall we?” Flora starts to stir at the sound of people talking.
“Well, it looks like daddy is needed.”
“By who? You or Flora?” Saying with a cheeky smile.
“Highly inappropriate. But to answer, both.” Y/n says handing baby Flora over to Paul.
2 years later
“DAMNIT PAUL!” a choir of “oooh’s” echo through by everyone in Emily’s house from the front door.
“Daddy’s in trouble,” Flora says. Little Paul and Pax grab Flora to get out of their moms’ way. Knowing that their mother just might kill him.
“I didn’t do it, I swear!” The pack watching quietly on the side. Embry, coincidentally grabbing popcorn, watching the show of the year goes down.
“Oh, I’m about 100% sure you did.” In comes Y/n with something in her hand. She throws it at Paul’s head, and it bounces off his large head and onto the floor.
“Ouch!”
“Oh, shut up, that didn’t hurt! What will hurt is me castrating you!” All the guys grabbed themselves at the tone of her voice. You can see the girls in the background holding in their laughter.
“What’s cas-wanting?” Flora says.
“It’s where daddy is in trouble,” Leah says. Flora just laughs and Paul looks hurt at his daughter's betrayal.
“Just tell me what’s wrong babe.”
“Look at the damn evidence Paul Lahote.” Y/n says fuming. He reaches down to grab the object. Noticing instantly what it was and what as on it.
It was a pregnancy test…with two lines. She was pregnant. They were pregnant. He starts smiling looking up at her.
“Oh, don’t you DARE start smiling! We said no more!”
“Technically, you said no more, I said one more.” I choir of “fuck” and “dumbass” was heard throughout the room.
“You’re getting a vasectomy.”
“Ha! Paul’s getting neutered! OUCH! KIM! What was that for?”
“Keep it up, and you’re next.”
“Baby lets be reasonable about this. It’s the Universe saying we are great parents and we needed just one more kid.”
“After this, no more. I’m serious, I’ve already made an appointment for your vasectomy. End of discussion.”
“Come on babe!”
“What’s a vac-test-amy?” Oh, Flora… why must you be so cute?
I knew what time it was. 3:48 am. Every night at this time Y/n would get up out of the bed as soft and quietly as possible, which she’s good at doing, go to the restroom, put on her shoes, grab her keys, and drive off somewhere in the night unknown to me. I’ve thought about getting one of the guys to go and follow her, but I didn’t want them involved. Our marriage, our privacy.
I’m not going to lie, it made me wonder, was I doing something wrong? Did I not love her enough? Do I not provide enough? I think back on events that could have started this, and nothing comes to mind. So, I decided to just outright ask her.
After she left, I went into our living room and waited for her to come back. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on and why my wife thinks it's so convenient to leave in the middle of the night unattended. Especially since its raining, and she hates the rain.
20 minutes later
Y/n walks back in the dark house with what smells like food. She stops because she knows somethings there watching her, but she can’t see. I know she is looking at me, but I know that she doesn’t know that it’s me she’s looking at until I turn the lights on.
“Fucking hell Paul! You scared me!” my beautiful psychotic wife says holding gas station cheese pizza, taco bell, dairy-free ice cream, and sonic ice bag. Looking at all of what’s in her hand I feel bad.
“Really babe? You know I could’ve just got this for you.” I grab her stuff and place it on the table, then take the ice to the freezer, already getting her a cup and spoon so she can eat it.
“I know, but you have patrol early in the morning and I don’t want to wake you up.” She said, I know she feels bad. but I feel just as bad for thinking the worse that could be going on when she leaves.
“Fine…I get it. But just…next time, wake me up okay? I don’t need you and our baby boy in trouble.” I say, going up to her, placing my hand on her stomach.
“Okay, I promise. But I have to come with you! Sometimes I don’t want certain foods, and I change my mind…” she says leaning into me. I smile at her and kiss her head.
“Deal, now, let's eat,” I said reaching for the Taco Bell bag.
“Touch my taco and I’ll stab you with this spoon.”
Warning: Child Protective Services (CPS) and Adult Protective Services (APS) involvement mentioned. Death of elderly, and implication of abuse and neglect are written
Takes place LONG after the war with the Volturi; Renesmee is 16 and Jake JUST imprinted on her. Not when she was a baby. Let’s just act like Bella didn’t almost die when she had her and they just moved away until recently, okay? Cool.
Also like I said before, all the imprints are the same age as the guys. No pedophilia bs is EVER in my stories.
***
I met Leah in my Sophomore year at Washington State. I was going into Development and Family Structure whereas she was going in to be an RN like her mother. We met in a Health and Sex class that was considered as an elective course. Because we had to travel across campus to make it to this class, we always ended up sitting in the back of the class together. Eventually creating a friendship that you’d rarely see develop and stick together. Now, we’re Juniors and I am currently packing to head to La Push with her and her boyfriend Lajohn for Thanksgiving since I didn’t have a family.
I was lucky if I’m honest. I was given to the state at 12 after CPS finally indicated that my parents weren’t fit to take care of me and my grandmother. Unfortunately, it took the death of my grandmother for anyone to do anything. Although I was given to the state at 12, I didn’t leave until I was 18. The likelihood of getting adopted after 10 is slim. I was happy for those who did, but it hurt to see some of them come back. You realize through others that just because the idea of parenting is wonderful, being a parent is completely different. I was lucky enough to take advantage of resources that were provided for me and some of the other kids that lead me to this point.
I got my first job at 16 and worked from then onward. I applied to college and financial aid as fast as I was able to so that I wouldn’t be alone. I receive enough grants and scholarships for my associates and now working on my bachelor's. My previous roommates were, well, trash; which motivated me to get a job and move into the nearby apartments. My roommates now are chill, we all just don’t talk to one another. Which lead me back to this moment at my apartment.
“I don’t know what to wear!” I said looking in my closet for a perfect outfit to bring to Thanksgiving.
“I don’t know why you’re stressing about it. I told you, no one is going to care. But, if you’re that worried, wear the ripped jeans and the black off the shoulder sweater shirt. Oh! And the booties!” Leah said going through my closet. Even though she says and acts like she doesn’t care about fashion and appearance, I know deep down in the pits of hell that we call her soul, that she really and truly still doesn’t, but she has a soft spot for it.
“Thank you! Oh, and I’m mad at you, you bitch.” I said packing up the outfit.
“What, why?”
“You got your eyebrows done without me! You see mine looking like Chewbacca over here!”
“I’d say more like baby Chewbacca…”
“That’s not the point!”
“Sorry, look, it should be around 12:30 or 1 by the time we get to Seattle, we’ll stop there. I promise.” She says smiling while hugging me. Bitch.
“Fine. Now let’s go before Lajohn comes up here like a brat crying.” We laugh and start heading towards the door. We have a long seven and a half hours to get to La Push. Let’s see how this goes.
~
We stop to get something to eat, fill up, and get my eyebrows done. Lajohn took that time to fall asleep in the car because knowing us, we’d get sidetracked and find some shit for everyone. But we resisted! Mainly because our paychecks don’t come in until next week and I’m barking on this dinner and the leftovers (if there is any based on what Leah tells me about her brothers) to last me until then.
Paul’s POV
“Alright guys, now Leah is bringing her friend Y/n. can we please not repeat what happened when she brought Lajohn over to meet us.” Sam said, looking directly at Quil, Collin, and me.
“I swear I didn’t start it!” Collin tried to defend himself.
“It doesn’t matter who did or didn’t start it! We can’t have y/g knowing what we are. Lajohn is Leah’s imprint, she’s just her friend. Got it!” Jacob stated. I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I won’t lie though, I haven’t seen someone run as fast as he did, especially when he is almost as big as us and just as human as the next person.
“We won’t, I promise. Scouts honor.” Making a joke about this situation.
“You weren’t in boy-scouts Paul,” Jared said.
“That’s beside the point. Look, we’re not going to do anything to out us again.” I said with a smile. Not one person believed a damn thing I said, hell I don’t think I did either. But it’s worth a shot.
“Well now that we have that settled, we have to meet up with the Cullen’s. There’s going to be some unwelcome visitors stopping by in a few days, and the last thing we need is to deal with this on Thanksgiving.” Jacob said. We all got up and begrudgingly met up with the leeches. Can’t they give us a break?
Y/n POV
We pull up to this cozy small house with a swing set on the porch. A lady who I’ve seen in Leah’s room steps out of the house to greet us. I can positively assume she’s Leah’s mom.
“Lajohn! How are you!” She says, ready to embrace the giant man twice her size. Compared to Ms. Clearwater, he was a good foot and a half above her. Compared to Leah, a half a foot maybe. He was “6’7”, black hair in a fade, soft brown eyes, mocha skin, slim yet buff, and a complete gentle giant. He and Leah met in their anatomy class. She said she walked into class late after getting lost and the only seat available was in the front. The bad news was, she had one of those teachers who was a stickler and a petty asshole. He made it hell for her. The good news was, she met Lajohn who was good at the class and had no problem tutoring her. It was “Love at first sight” for both of them.
“Sounds like some hallmark bullshit. Let me guess, it was raining, you were soaking wet, and by the end of class he gave you his jacket and you looked into each other eyes and BAM! Instant connection.” I laughed. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up Bunny. One day, it’ll happen to you. $20 says it will”
“What, falling in love or love at first constipation?” she gives me a look, and I just smile.
“Love you too Leah-bird” I laugh.
I snap back to reality to Leah joking around with another person coming out of the house. He looked just as big as Lajohn but resembled Leah and her mom. I can assume this was Seth. I step out and walk over to everyone as Lajohn goes to the car to get our luggage.
“Mom, this is my best friend-”
“Holy shit, Leah can make friends!?” Said the babyface giant.
“Will you shut up Seth! Yes, I can. Can you get a girlfriend? No, you can’t. So, hush.”
“Ouch Leah. That hurt.” He says folding his arms over his heart and rolling his eyes with a sad look on his face. I just want to make him cookies and tell him its okay.
“Anyways, this is my best friend Y/n. Y/n/n, this my mother Sue and my annoying-”
“Yet handsome.”
“-Little brother, Seth.” She says, ignoring him completely.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. I’ve seen pictures of you guys back at Leah’s apartment and she talks about home all the time.”
“It's nice to meet you too Y/n. Come on in and let the guys get your stuff.”
“Yeah, Seth, chop-chop little puppy,” Leah says clapping her hands to rush him. He just looks at her and gives her the finger when their mom isn’t looking and walks towards the back of the car. I can hear him and Lajohn talking about some pack of cold ones. I don’t think Seth is old enough to drink…
The next day: Thanksgiving
For the rest of yesterday evening, Leah and Ms. Sue (who keeps on insisting I drop the Ms. Part; I will not, my grandmother taught me to always say Mr., Ms., and Mrs.,) showed me around town and I was able to meet Emily and Sam, and Jacob and Billy. They seemed welcoming. Emily especially, although, Sam, Jacob, and Billy seemed on edge with me. I told that to Leah and she reassured me that their faces and attitudes are always like that with everyone. Lajohn eased my worrying saying they were worse with him because he was dating Leah. He was more scared of Seth and their mom out of everyone though.
Currently, Leah, Ms. Sue, Lajohn, and I are on our way to Emily and Sam’s place. When we pull up, we’re greeted by her and a few other girls from the reservation. We walk up and I’m automatically hugged by this small “5’8” girl with wild layered hair with streaks of color in it.
“Hey everyone! Y/n, this is my niece Clair. Sorry, she just gets excited about meeting new people. And this is Halulah and Kim, Embry and Jared’s girlfriends. Come one inside, the guys will be back in an hour or so. That should give us enough time to finish the turkey and dessert.” I waved at them and we all went inside. That time was short-lived until we heard wolves howling in the distance and Sam and Lajohn were out the door. I was about to ask what that was about but was cut off by Leah shoving plates in my hands to set up the table.
A little while later, we hear laughter and thumping of footsteps coming from the front door.
“HONEY I’M HOME! Ouch! Jared! What was that for?!” one voice said.
“For being a dumbass, that’s why.” I assume is Jared’s voice.
“Language!” said Seth followed by a loud punch and a yelp from him.
“Ouch, damnit Paul! That hurt!” said Seth.
“LaNgUaGe!” said, who I can assume is Paul with a bolstering laugh. Emily rolled her eyes and looked at Sam, who looked at them before they turned the corner. A choir of “sorry” and “my bad” was said before they showed themselves.
“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my children for all intended purposes. The boy who is giving Clair a piggyback ride to is Quil; the boy hugging Halulah is Embry—the one I told you about. This is Jared, Kim’s—godforsaken—boyfriend.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad!” she ignores him.
“Jake should be here with his girlfriend Nessie in a little bit, and the one behind us thinking I CAN’T SEE HIM STEALING THE TURKEY! Is Paul.” I looked behind her and catch a red-handed guilty-looking, Paul.
“Hey, at least I tri-” he stops mid-sentence as our eyes connect. I felt like I was in my apartment room reaching cloud 9. Everything around me blurred and all I saw was him. I felt my heart skip a beat and was knocked the air out of me. I couldn’t move, didn’t hear a sound, and kind of dizzy. I snap back when I hear laughter.
“Aww! Bunny! See! I told you it would happen!” Leah says laughing. I look at her confused then looked back at everyone else who was laughing too. Paul coughed and I looked at him. His expression went from being shocked, angry, sad, then content and surprised. He looked at Sam then walked over to me. Standing in front of me, he smiles and introduces himself.
“Hey, I’m Paul. What’s your name beautiful?” Damn, I guess I owe Leah $20.
Darkness. All I see is darkness…I’m calm yet scared. I don’t understand what’s going on. I am in the forest in La Push, walking aimlessly. Not heading anywhere. I want to go home but I also like it here. I feel…at peace. I look over and I see a never-ending path of trees. What makes it eerie is that there’s no animals, no background noise, even when I get close enough to the dirt, no worms, ants, spiders, anything. I feel like I’ve been stuck here for almost an hour or so. And after some time, I realize something…where’s my dog?
“Snout! Snout! Where are you?” I yell and start looking around. I hear a bark in the distance and run towards it.
“Snout! Baby, come here!” I hear more barking and I run towards that direction. Something seems familiar about this. I just can’t figure out what it was.
Paul’s POV
Five days. That’s how long it’s been since the good doctor Cullen has told me that the love of my life, the only reason I even exist, the one who would calm me yet irritate me out of love, The One; gone. At least, not completely. She’s in a vegetable state—can’t move willingly, can’t hear, smell, taste anything. Hooked up to a machine that is keeping her on this earth. I haven’t moved from this spot by her bed unless I have to shower and eat (demands by Emily).
As I sit here, looking at my beautiful Y/n, bruises along her left side of her body, a cast that covers her arm, hip, and legs, bandages wrapped around her head, I can’t help but cry nonexistent tears. I have cried all of what I had left over the past few days. I can remember everything that happened so clearly. Regret consumed me, so much so, that Dr. Cullen was gracious enough to fix the damages in the bathroom attached to her room when I smashed my fist into the mirror, and he got her, her suite in the hospital.
I fucked up. Everyone tried to make me feel better, but deep down, we all know what I did was what put her in this situation. Which is why I begged, no pleaded, even bargained with the Good Doctor to change her. He wanted to help, but because of the treaty….
“…I cannot Paul. The treaty states…”
“Fuck the treaty! She’s the love of my life! I can’t lose her! I may have fucked up and caused this, but I can’t let her go! Please!” I pleaded outside of his home. His wife, Esme, came next to me and hugged me as I fell to the ground. I didn’t care if she was eerie rock solid or cold as ice, I just needed my Y/n/n back.
As I am looking at her currently, caressing her little finger that is hanging outside her cast, I think back to how we met.
At the Beach: September 2nd, 2018;
There was a birthday party at the beach and, like what anyone would expect from us, the guys and I crashed it. It seemed boring until we, I, showed up. The host was too tipsy to give a crap and was just happy to see more people. I was flirting, per usual, with some lovely girls when the host calls out a name. And what made me respond was the voice and fragrance that came with it.
“What hoe!” a laugh followed afterward. The wind blew a sweet fragrance, pomegranate mango with an orange-like citrus smell to it. I turned my head at the right time to see Y/n. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked towards who I found out later to be Angela—one of Bella’s old friends. She went up to hug her and Y/n looked around. That’s where our eyes came in contact. Everything else around me disappeared and I didn’t care for anyone or anything around me. I slowly made my way up to her and she just smiles as I do so.
“Hello, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here. I’m Paul, what’s your name?” I smile, not one of my flirty smiles, a genuine smile. It’s weird, I never wanted to imprint EVER in my life, but over time, it didn’t seem too bad. And now, I’m not complaining.
“Hmm, you seem dangerous.” A cheeky smile is placed on her face, she looks me up and down and turns her body towards me.
“I’m Y/n, but people call me Y/n/n.” I smile and shake her hand. Both of our eyes widen at the electricity flow, the magnetic force pulling us to one another, and this cloud 9 effect that is taking over. I look down at her and smile.
“Hmm, you seem like you’re about to ruin my life,” I said jokingly. She smiles and laughs.
“I guess we’re a match huh?”
“I guess we are. So, tell me about yourself.” And from then on, we were together.
But it seems like life wanted to make a full circle.
Current Day: August 30th, 2020
“Paul, the council is still debating. I know this is hard, but please, at least for Emily, go home and get some rest.” Sam said. Normally, I’d take alphas orders, but this time, I can’t. I shake my head and head towards the bathroom. I brush past him and Jake and just stand there behind the door. I look at myself in the mirror and can see emotional and physical damage.
I’ve lost weight, I have deep dark circles around my eyes, my eyes itself is bloodshot red. My skin is sickly pale, not it’s normal “golden glow honey brown sugar” skin that my little raven called it. I laugh at that memory. She was whimsical, mysterious, and protective like a raven. Her secret personality was as big as one too. She called you in naturally by her beauty—inner and outer beauty.
At Paul’s house: November 2018
We were laying on the couch relaxing before I had to go on patrol. She was reading a book with her legs planted in my lap, I was deep engrossed to the video game I was playing when suddenly, I feel a pair of eyes on me.
“Make a video to remember this moment then replay it when you miss me.” I smile and look over at her. All I could see is her big y/e/c eyes staring back at me. One eyebrow raised and her book was covering the bottom half of her face.
“You know,” she says sitting up, putting down the book, “it’s not fair how clear and bright your skin is. You have this…this golden glow…with, like, honey brown sugar swirled in it. You suck.” She says pouting. I pause the game, lean over to her, and place most of my weight on her while kissing her neck. She squeals underneath me and starts laughing. I smile and kiss her softly while poking my nose into her cheek.
“I love every bit of you, my love. You may see flaws, but with my heightened eyesight, I can see little freckles kissed all along your face. Matter of fact, let me show you where.” Then I proceeded to kiss all over her face. She laughs uncontrollably.
“But you don’t have the curse of hyperpigmentation! You see freckles, I see never-ending scars.” I hate it when she gets like this. It hurts me, to see the love of my life feel as if she has to be something different to even be next to me.
“Baby, stop,” I said calmly, I learned quickly that I would have to control my tone around her. She can read me like a book and because her emotions can get the best of her, yelling could end in two ways. One, she’ll fight back—she’s all bark and bites—so no one messes with her for a while when she’s at that point. Or two, she starts tearing up and holds back tears. Not for manipulation reasons that most girls do, but for the fact that she intakes certain emotions and she has no control over hers.
“I know you may feel that way, and you have to remember, I did too. You know, I was human like you before my wolfy sense’s kicked in.” I smile as she smiles back. “Just know my love, I don’t see anything wrong with you. I could never.” I place my forehead on hers. “I love you too much to worry about things like that.” I kiss her. She looks at me and says,
“So, if you didn’t love me, you’d notice it?” I look at her with a blank face, roll my eyes, and just roll off the couch. I can feel her watching me.
“Well…”
“You know, you’re a little shit, right?” I say with my hands covering my face. She lays on top of me and says,
“But you love me, remember.”
“Oh my god…” I just squeeze her to me and laugh along with her.
Current Day: August 30th, 2020
I step back out into the room where Dr. Cullen and Sam are waiting for me. I stop and look at them.
“The council decided…” Sam said, I looked up with hopeful eyes…
“They will agree to it, if…” Carlisle started.
“If what?” I say, taking a step forward.
“If she leaves until she can handle being around humans. And…” Sam began,
“She can’t go back to La Push,” Carlisle said. I replayed what they said…. she can change but can’t come back until she’s able to be around humans, but she can’t come back to La Push. I nod my head.
“How long does it usually take for your kind to get better at being around humans?” I ask quietly. Carlisle looked at Sam with guilt and answered.
“It depends on the person's restraint. Within their first year, their blood still runs in their body, so blood lust, especially from humans, is out of control. After a year, it gets better. Although, with our diet, it’s harder but not impossible.”
“But how long in total?” I asked anxiously. He looked at me with genuine sad eyes.
“Up to three years or so.” He said with sorrow in my eyes. For once in the few days I’ve been here, a new emotion that I haven’t touched came out. Rage.
“Three years! I can’t go that long without her! I’m coming with you.” I said to Carlisle. Sam looked at him for an answer. This is the first time I’ve seen him rely on his answers on another person’s answer.
“You can, but there’s no guarantee of anything. Her body may or may not accept the venom. She may or may not remember you. She may have anger towards you about what happened if she remembers what happens. Anything could happen Paul. Is it worth the risk?” without hesitation, I answered.
“Yes.” Sam nodded his head and gave me the okay. Even if he wouldn’t have, I still would have followed them. He knows just as much as anyone that separating imprints from one another is a death sentence.
“We leave tonight. Edward and I will take her to Alaska with some friends of ours. I will administrate the change there. Because you are in no condition to shift, we plan on flying. Medical services will meet us there with her. We have paperwork stating that they are her closes family since she doesn’t have one.” I nodded my head and took a deep breath.
“Thank you. I know this is a reach, but can I ask for one favor.”
“Of course.”
“Can you freeze her eggs.” They looked at me confused and with shock. So, I explained,
“We’ve always talked about having children. She’s always wanted children of her own and to adopt some. I know she wouldn’t care too much about it, but I also know that would make her happy.” I begged the doctor. He sighed and nodded.
“it shouldn’t be a problem, since she’s already under my friends name as family, Eleazar would be okay with it.” I nod my head and look back at my angel.
“Emily, Kim, and Clair will be up here in a few. Go home and rest for tonight Paul. I promise, she’ll be okay. If she’s going to have the procedure, you need to be ready for when it’s over and to head out.” I didn’t argue this time. I walked over to her and kiss her head.
“Don’t leave me, my love. I’ll be here waiting for you. Always.”
