The Alpha Female

Jacob x Sara

(Sequel to "The Alpha Bride")

Jacob has been married to Sara for almost a year now, and for the most part, they are happy. Sadly, when Jacob's sister and her family were killed, more lives became at stake. For Jacob, he's trying the best he can to be a strong leader, but on the inside he was already falling apart. For Sara, however, she remained strong for her husband...but there was an underlying secret she was keeping from him.

As they prepare for their battle against the Volturi, Sara and Jacob are doing everything they can to survive, but a little surprise happens unexpectedly, as well as a life of another is on the brink of death.

Will Jacob and Sara survive, or will one...or even both...die?


A/N: I am back! And it is so good to be back! YAY! Whoo, okay, now I'm ready to let you in on what's going on. Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that yes, I have decided to write a sequel to this story. I wasn't expected for the first story to get a lot of fans, but I was surprised by the turn out in a positive way. Some readers may be excited for this story, and some may not, and that's okay.

Not everyone is going to like the same thing, but this is a story that I'm writing. I may lose or gain readers who may or may not like this story, and that's okay. However, I won't tolerate people being very harsh and critical of my writing. It's something my mother always told my siblings and since we were kids, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

Asides from that, my hope is that you will enjoy this story, and if you're interested in reading more of this sequel, please let me know. Also, from now on, I won't allow anonymous reviews. I love anonymous reviews, but recently there has been an anonymous review from someone who has been very critical of my writing, and even wanted me to write a story for them that wasn't even my idea, and they have harped on me to write it, when I have explained to all of my readers I don't have enough time to write with working two jobs and going to school as well. I'm not a superhero, and I'm not someone to be used as a puppet. I'm a human being, and I can't get everything done right away.

Please bare in mind that sometimes I may post new chapters or stories, and other times I might not be able to. It doesn't mean that I won't stop writing. It'll happen every now and again, so I want you to know that this might happen sometimes, so please keep this in mind. Again, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy...Tessa Anne


Chapter 1

Sara

It's been about two weeks since Rebecca and her family's death, and today was the day of the memorial services for them. The entire Black family went to Hawaii to help with the burial, since Rebecca and her husband Solomon already had a family plot placed there. For Billy and Rachel, they've been somber, but they continued their days as normal.

For Jacob, however, that was another story.

He threw himself into work, and when he's home, he's quiet or starts to cry. It's hard to watch him suffer the way he does, and I've tried my hardest to be there for him. But sometimes, I wonder if I'm enough?

Whenever I'm at work, I worry about him. Whenever he's out on patrol, I worry. I hate the constant worrying every single day, but at the same time, I worry for his life. There's not a moment that goes by where I worry if something bad happens to him, and this isn't me at all.

I used to be strong, and I could take care of myself. But, I've never experienced a feeling like this before in my life.

I had just gotten home from work, and although working with kids helped me worry less, it wasn't enough.

Plus, it didn't help that I've been throwing up for the last few days, and at first, I thought it was nerves, but then I had a suspicion that it might be something else.

I went into the bathroom, and I had a timer set, waiting for it to go off to find out the results. Yes, I'm talking about a pregnancy test.

I know that Jacob and I have been married for a while now, and I know my parents will say that this is wrong, why are you doing this, all that. Plus, the timing is all wrong, especially with the loss of loved ones, but sometimes things changes.

Soon, the timer went off, causing me to jump a little. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the box to see what picture to look for. When I picked up the test, I let out a gasp, and I had to blink. I couldn't believe it.

I.

Was.

Pregnant.

I tried to let it sink in, but it was so hard to digest when everything else is happening. I didn't know how Jacob would take it. Soon, I heard the bedroom door open, and his voice. "Sara? You okay?"

I didn't realize there were tears coming down my face, so I quickly wiped them. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'll be out in a sec," I replied, throwing away the box, and holding the test in my hand.

When I went to open the bathroom door, I found Jacob on the bed with his hands covering his face. "Are you okay, Jake?" I asked him, still held the test but behind my back.

Rubbing his face, he replied, "Yeah, just uh, just tired that's all."

"Jake, she wouldn't want you to live like this."

"What are you talking about?"

"Rebecca would want you to live, not wallow in self-pity." I saw that he was going to protest, so I moved quickly to sit on his lap, the test now in my back pocket as I cradle his face in my hand. "I want my husband back, my carefree, sweet, protective husband back."

"'Sweet'?"

"Okay, ruggedly handsome. Is that better?"

He nodded, and kissed me. His hands moved toward my waist, and when they moved further, he noticed something. "Sara? What are you hiding?"

"Jake, please don't freak out. I know this is the last thing you're expecting, but promise me you won't freak out."

"I promise,"

Sucking in a deep breath, I pulled the test out of my pocket and handed it to him. He took it, then looked down at the test, then back at me. "No,"

"Yes," I breathed out.

"No?!" He said excitedly.

"I nodded, "Yes, yes!"

He lifted me up and spun me around in his arms. I started to laugh, but then started to feel nauseous. "Jake! Put me down! I'm gonna throw up in a minute."

He put me down, then cupped my face and kissed me, passionate but sweet. When he pulled away, he crouched down, lifted my shirt, and whispered, "Hey baby, I'm your daddy. I can't wait to meet you,"

Tears started to form in my eyes again, as he stood back up and kissed me. Before he could deepen it, I pulled away and asked, "Please, promise me you'll come back to me? I miss my Jacob, and I want him back. I know you're still mourning, and I'm mourning for you and your family as well, but I want and need my husband back. Please, I want you back here, with me, and our, well, new child."

He chuckled, then wiped away my tears, and said, "You are the strongest, amazing, beautiful woman I ever loved. You've been there for me when I was at my breaking point. I can't thank you enough. I will always come back to you, Sara. To you, and our child. Yes, I needed some time to grieve, and you have it. I know my sister would tell me to stop wasting my time and be in the present. She would want me to be here for my dad, for Rachel...and for you. I'm not going anywhere,"

I smiled, as he leaned in and kissed me, gently walking me back toward the wall. Once my back hit it, he pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. Kissing me again, I went for his shirt and lifted it up, until we pulled away so he could toss it. He moved his lips down my neck, leaving love bites along it.

In the moment, I was in heat, but when I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of red ones watching us from outside our bedroom window. I let out a scream, causing Jacob to pull away. "What? What is it?"

I looked back at the window, only to see no one there. I tried to relearn how to breathe, but it was scary as hell. "Sara, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I thought I saw something, but it may have been a deer or a mountain lion."

Jacob wasn't convinced, but I pulled him back to me and pressed kisses down his neck. It helped him forget, and I thought it would help me too.

But, there's only so much he can do to take away those fears...