The Unperfectly Perfect Imprint

by YourAlphaWolf

Paul the hot headed, anger filled werewolf meets his imprint in the last placed he ever expected. A nursing home. He head is in denial that she is the perfect match from him but maybe his heart will lead him in the right direction unless his anger clouds his judgement forever. What happens if there could be a cure for her? (Not an old lady fan fic. She is 17)

1. Chapter 1

I have not shifted in two weeks. The face of my imprint burning in my head. Embarrassed that the pack would make fun of me. Instead, I have faked an illness. How long could I keep this up I'm not sure. It pained me every day to stay away from her. I think the only person with some idea of what is going on is Emily and I pray she is not going to tell Sam.

*Two Weeks Earlier*

Sam stood in front of me with his right hand on his hip and his left hand extended towards me with a brown paper bag.

"Emily forgot her lunch and I need you to run it over to the nursing home. I would do it myself but I need to continue training Seth and Quill."

I knew there was no use in arguing. He would just use his Alpha voice and I would be forced to do it. Emily got a job at the only nursing home in La Push. It was only three days a week from 8-1:30. I remember Seth whining the day she told everyone that she got a job. He was concerned that we would not be eating well anymore since she would be busy. Seth stopped immediately when he found out the hours were really short and that we would still be eating well.

I took my jet black sports car up to the nursing home and parked where the ambulances would go. I had to keep up my bad boy appearance. Slowly I walked in and went to the front desk to say I was here for Emily and bring her lunch. The receptionist looked up at me and in a monotone voice said, she's on the fourth floor with a patient in room 498. I sighed, I did not want to see an old person suffering, it drove me nuts.

I trudged up the stairs slowly since I did not want to be stuck in the elevator with old people in a wheel chair. I walked up to the room that read 498. I knocked but didn't wait for a reply and walked in.

"Hey Em, Sam made me bring you your lunch since you forgot it."

"Paul thank you so much I appreciate this a lot I was in such a rush. Please meet my patient, her name is Jenna."

I turned to look at Jenna expecting a frail old lady on the verge of life but as our eyes met I saw a beautiful women who looked to be eighteen, small and frail. Jenna smiled slightly under my gaze and instead of being happy, I became angry. She was hooked up to oxygen as well as different lines of IV protruding her arm. An imprint is supposed to be the perfect match for a person. Mine was the complete opposite and I ran before I transformed and destroyed the fourth floor.