Hello, I have rewritten this story. So feel free to read this new one. It is under the same title as the first draft of this story. Read and enjoy.
From Sprog101
To be happy- Jared and Kim
(These characters belong to the author and not me please read and enjoy thank you!)
Jared's POV.
I was in love and happy. And I was happy to admit it. someone people would see that as whipped or soppy but it didn't bother me. Because I had imprinted on the most perfect girl I had ever met and I didn't plan on letting her go anytime soon. She was mine, all mine. Hey, I admit it, I was protective of her. But I had reason to be. She was gorgeous, beautiful, amazing. And many guys saw that in her. I was lucky that she actually loved me back and wanted me and no one else.
After I had gone back after changing, I imprinted on her when I saw her in school. I guess I was lucky because she was in love with me so when I imprinted it was easier than most of the guys had. I had found it cute when I'd found out she had written all over her note book for English (the class we shared together), "Kim 4 Jared". She was so sweet. It was one of the many reasons I loved her. I could go on forever if I wanted to make a list of things I loved about her.
I had been terrified when I had first imprinted that maybe she wouldn't want me. When she found out what I was, and that I had imprinted on her, she refused to talk to me for a week. That had been the most painful week of my life. It had almost killed me. It was so painful to be away from her and I knew it was hurting her too. I needed her to be with me, close to me or in my arms (preferably the second one) which was the only way the pain would stay away.
After that week I found her on the beach and she fell into my arms crying. That day onwards I promised not at anytime that I would hurt her and would spend some time with her every day. I didn't want her hurting like that ever again. She had explained to me that she was scared that I was forced to love her and that I didn't want to. Me being a wolf didn't bother her at all! I had laughed at that and explained to her that it just sped along the process of falling for her, and that I loved her for who she was, not because I was forced. I guess that was the right thing to say because she started kissing me as hard as she could. So it was all good.
I was lucky to have such a wonderful, amazingly beautiful, perfect girl. I was even luckier that she loved me for who I was. To be happy I would always need her to be mine and love me. Otherwise I knew I wouldn't be able to survive.
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