Summary: Why couldn't she stay away from him? He had been imprinted for a little over four months and they were still going at it as if nothing had ever happened. It should have been easy to let him go, but for some reason it never was. AU.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Like I would treat something of mine like they did! Completely ruined my thoughts on how the wolves should be in Breaking Dawn… it was almost comical.

Spellbound Misery

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Leah Clearwater tries to pack as fast as she can. She had to get out of La Push and she had to do it quickly. She had a one way plane ticket to a place she picked because it was the cheapest and farthest from any of the other options she had. She couldn't even tell you what place it was in fear of him finding out.

She momentarily wondered if his hold on her would weaken with that big of a distance between them. Leah wasn't much of a believer but she prayed to the spirits for this one. On the outside she portrayed that she was strong and didn't need anyone or anything but inside she was a confused chaotic mess.

Leah had to leave as soon as possible. If she didn't leave— like right at this instant— she would never be able to break away. Her body shivers involuntarily as she remembers the last time she didn't get away fast enough and the emotional pain that was inflicted on her as a result. Physically Leah looked perfectly fine, not a scratch on her body due to her fast healing abilities—one of the many curses of being a wolf.

She only called it a curse because it was one of the reasons she had felt trapped in this god forsaken reservation. Mentally she was broken, bruised and battered. Why couldn't they just let one another go? Why was it so hard for her to leave? There was absolutely nothing left for her here.

Except I love him. I still freaking love him. After all this time and she still loved him, still wanted him, still would give him her last breath if he asked.

Leah closes her eyes dropping her half folded camisole to the floor of her bedroom. Why couldn't she stay away from him? He had been imprinted for a little over four months now and they were still going at it as if nothing had ever happened. As if they were still happily in love and Emily never showed up on Leah's doorstep for an unexpected visit.

Leah knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself, she had her reasons for doing it the first time. One of the motives was to have Emily feel just a sliver of the pain and betrayal that Leah had, but the poor clueless muffin maker still had no idea what the hell Sam was doing behind her back. And another was to see if Sam still wanted her even if only remotely. Now Leah didn't really have an excuse, she got the answers she wanted. This weird, strange and powerful affair should have been over by now.

Except now Sam had way too much control over her, Leah was addicted. She knew it and he knew it. She supposed it had something to do with them both being wolves but with her being the only girl to ever phase, who was ever going to be able to prove that theory?

It was never in her nature to give in but for some reason she let him again and again and again.

She was just glad that no one was the wiser. Whenever she had thoughts of Sam and her together the guys always thought it was past memories.

Little do they know if they just paid a little closer attention…

Leah's eyes pop open and she tries to think of something else, anything else. She was wasting time with her thoughts when she could have already been out of here. If Sam caught on to what she was doing, he would stop her just as he had the last five times. She was sure of it. He was too strong, overpowering, beautiful and too molten for her to refuse him when he was actually in front of her.

With their advanced awareness there was no element of surprise. She can feel him at the door, waiting as if he didn't have a single care in the world. Sam knew she was home and he knew she was alone.

Just as she could sense him, he could detect her every movement, hear her every breath, identify every drop of sweat forming on her lip, on her collarbone, on her stomach and she can't forget her thighs. His talented tongue made sure she never forgot her thighs.

She couldn't deny him, no one ever did, not even his precious imprint Emily ever said no to Alpha Sam Uley. Leah questions in her mind what excuse he gave his treasured imprint this time.

Who could help Leah? Her daddy was dead and gone, watching over her spiritually but physically he couldn't do anything to save her. Her mom was too busy at work and worshiped the ground that Sam walked on. Her brother wasn't even an option Leah could never put this big of a burden on him. If only she hadn't been so bitter to everyone else she would have someone on her side to stop him.

He knocks once. Leah holds her breath for several calculating seconds. If she pretended that she couldn't hear him would he turn and walk away? Would he believe her feeble attempts at trickery?

Leah smothers her laughter of stupidity. Of course he wouldn't believe that mess. Sam had been with her so many times before that he knew the tread of her step and the beating of her heart even through the door. If she doesn't answer she knew it would only be worse when he finally did get inside.

The hammering on the door begins again, and she wonders why he even bothers to knock when he knows a hundred different ways to get in.

When she inhales again she picks up his scent, stronger than it was seconds ago. It is something that always sent her body tingling and quivering before he even thought about touching her. The smell is so alluring, so intoxicating. It's musky but spicy, and maybe there's a hint of sweat in there. Leah can't tell for sure, and figuring out the exact chemical makeup of his essence is pretty much the last thing on her mind, especially right now. Let's just sum it up by saying he smells deliciously manly. When it's near it fills her with knee buckling desire laced with frustration and when it leaves she is racked with longing for it to return. She shudders in equal parts of fear and need.

Oh God, someone please stop him. The humiliation is too much for Leah to stomach. She quickly drops the whole idea of packing when she hears the front door lock turn with one loud brash click.

He got in, she shouldn't be startled because he always did but for some reason she is. Why did she even waste time coming here? She wasn't quick enough. Not when he probably knew something was wrong with the way she left the stupid pack meeting, he could always read her so easily. She had hoped he wouldn't have figured out what she was planning so soon.

It was a stupid wish, hoping never got her anywhere. She didn't know why she had even made an effort to try this time.

Leah tries to move but her legs suddenly feel like they are glued to the floor, successfully keeping her right where she'd be his easy prey. Her heart begins to race and her body vibrates in anticipation the closer he gets to her. She can hear each distinct step of his as if he is stomping his way up to her room even though she knows to anyone else it would be inaudible.

She looks out towards the dark hallway-outside of her bedroom door cursing that she hadn't thought to close it when she had come in. Not that it would have helped her situation but it would have made her feel better.

His large six foot five muscled frame silently shadows up the last three steps. He isn't wearing anything but a pair of faded cutoffs and she marvels at his size. Tall, broad shoulders, toned muscled body, dark hair and eyes and the lickable happy trail that went down to his…

There goes that damn quivering again. How could one man she claimed to hate make her body react so strongly?

It's only seconds when he makes it to her room but it feels like an hour as his eyes immediately go to the big black half packed bag on her bed. She was officially caught there was no sense of even attempting to explain.

He doesn't speak choosing to instead raise one thick black eyebrow in question when their eyes lock with one another. His usually chocolate brown eyes are dark with lust, anger, hurt and something else she can't put her finger on as he stalks closer to her.

Leah's mouth goes dry. Glance lowering to his lips where it's safe, she grits her teeth. She could not hold that intense stare. Meeting it felt too much like a challenge, one she couldn't and didn't want to issue.

"Fancy meeting you here Lee-Lee," he greets her in a low smooth voice. The deep sexy-as-sin voice shoots straight to her core. Damn. Now visions of tangled sheets and long nights ran through her mind with the voice and she hadn't even had a chance to deny him yet.

She takes one step back but he's in front of her quicker than she can blink.

"We can't do this anymore. Don't tou—" she starts, however his low growl effectively cuts off the rest of that sentence.

"You think leaving is going to change anything?" He stands in front of her holding her left hand in his, the other circled around her waist.

Her heart continues to thunder in her chest as she clenches her fingers into her palm of the wrist that he is holding on to. "It has to."

Sam leans in to nudge the loose strands of hair off the back of her neck so he could place the side of his face on the exposed area of skin there.

"Hm, well your scent says differently." He inhales headily before exploring around the neck, gradually going up to the ears with his lips. His voice his gruff as she feels his warm breath at the base of her neck."Even if you don't want me, I'll always want you. Always Lee."

Immediately, a burning tingle shoots down her spine, there was absolutely no way she could resist him with him touching and talking to her like this.

Her body knew what was going to happen before her brain accepted it, and she found herself leaning towards him as she says in the most bored voice she can muster. "It shouldn't be this way so move, unlike you I have things to do."

"Oh do you now?" He steps closer instead, letting his hands move up her waist to her camisole covered breasts that are already traitorously peaked as if reaching out to him.

Weak, so freaking weak.

"Silly Leah, you aren't going anywhere. It wouldn't matter anyway…I'd find you." He touches her jaw with his calloused index finger softly effectively forcing her to look up at his dark orbs as he presses his large bulge into her body. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this Lee-Lee?"

He knew she couldn't say that, she hardly found it fair. Leah wants to glare up at him but she can't, not when his eyes have softened. Not when he's looking at her like she's the only girl in the world—like he does when Emily isn't in the room and he thinks none of the other guys are paying attention. Like he used to before any of this crazy supernatural stuff started happening…

It reminds her of the reason she needed to leave. She would always be second best no matter what she did. That although they may have this one moment together he'll go home to Emily, eat her dry chicken or her never ending copious muffins and say it's the best he ever though it really isn't. That maybe he'll dance with Emily even though she has two left feet, or he'll say Emily is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen even though half her face is shredded, he might even make love to her and hold her when he's done even if she says she wants space. Meanwhile Leah would still be the harpy bitch that no one can stand to be around wanting and loving what she would never truly completely have.

"I don't want this." Leah steps back frowning at her thoughts.

He stiffens under the rejection, she could sense everything about him tighten with tension for only an instant. But she can tell when he finds a loophole through her words when a wry but indulgent glint appears in his eyes and he chuckles.

"Oh really?" he asks closing the distance between them, licking his bottom lip. "How about I see about that."

Oh no, no, please stop. Don't touch me there. Let go of my hair, get your lips away from me— those pillows of desire those satin covered bricks.

Don't do that…

Get away from my neck…don't bite me, get off of me. Take your teeth away from me, you're bruising me, leaving marks of scandal on my neck and shoulders, marking me like cattle, burning me with your hot embers.

Stop! Well there goes my favorite shirt and bra. I never even get to wear those damn things anymore. Ugh!

Let me go…let go of the loops of my shorts. I have to run I have to get out of here I have to be away from him or he will consume me, again and again and again.

After a few minutes she's finally able to pull away forcing him back. Being caught off guard he stumbles backward two steps, not much, but enough to get her suddenly leaden legs to the open bathroom. She shuts the door before he can place his footing.

Lock the door…come on, come on.

Her fingers don't move fast enough, he's already on the other side of the door, so she pushes all her weight against it as a last resort.

Push, push, push harder you can't give up now…Oh God! She thinks as she grits her teeth pushing with all her might against the already half open door.

He gets the door fully open in seconds without breaking a sweat. His weight and strength always dominated over her. Why did she think this time would be different? She tries running but her feet aren't moving as fast as she wants them to. He lifts her easily, the room spins and blurs as he carries her back to her bedroom. The big black bag is thrown towards the other side of the room crashing into her dresser all the while tank tops, camisoles, shorts, shoes and other essentials fly all over the room like a mini tornado. She tumbles to the bed, her heart racing, still fighting Sam, though she knows she's losing the battle and soon the war.

With his weight on top of her, one large hand holding both of hers above her head, fingers threading through her hair, lips and tongue on her neck, her shoulder and her breasts she struggles against him to keep her legs closed and her lips away from his. She doesn't know how he does it, even to this day, but her shorts and panties are off in one smooth swipe and he is sans cutoffs.

She still thrashes underneath him before he gives her a look stilling her movements. Two fingers slide down her heaving flat stomach over her bare mound, he pauses to lock eyes with her when his thumb grazes down her clit towards her double-crossing dripping core. She stops pushing her trapped wrists up against his unmovable grip finally mentally conceding defeat.

"There we go, come on Leah." he speaks softly planting soft kisses up her neck towards her lips.

He lazily teases her lips with his own, like he had all the time in the world, awakening every nerve ending in her body, pushing her toward a slow and steady fire. She arches against him as she falls into the slow tug of his lips. Leah knew that she was losing it, but didn't give a damn now, he just better not stop. His tight control slackens above her the moment he knows he has her right where he wants her.

She loses herself in the moment, dragging her hand down his torso, around the lines of his six pack, settling on the happy trail right above his well packaged and possessed prize. The taste of him, the sound of his erratic breathing, the feel of his gentle tongue claiming her mouth, stroking her lips, makes her tremble with desire, makes her pussy flutter as he continues to fondle her.

It burned so good.

So, so, so, so good.

The man knew how to turn a woman's world upside down in the span of a minute.

His middle finger brushes against her spot causing her legs to spread east and west. Every logical thought evaporates under the heavy dose of lust that swamps her.

She closes her eyes and reaches for him. The final act of submission she knew he'd been waiting for. Sam presses against her, as his tongue chases hers. The kiss grew in its intensity and his fingers inside her made her move her hips involuntarily. Her desire controlled her actions while her brain finally decided to check out.

Then hardness meets softness…warmth meets steel… sharps meets flats, crowbars into pillows, shovel into earth, waves on the shore…

Silence… darkness…warmth…liquid…

Tender kisses on her lips and cheeks hot with flush.

Warm, "I'll find a way to break the imprint soon", "You're so beautiful", "You should probably clean your room before your brother comes home from patrol and your mom comes home from work", "I love you", and "You will be here tomorrow."

Then it's all over. Sam leaves her with breathless recalls, tremors of aftershock in the darkness of her now topsy-turvy bedroom. It takes Leah ten minutes before she moves from her curled up spot on her bed to drag herself towards her bathroom to wash Sam's scent off her.

When she enters her chaotic bedroom again shaking out her half wet hair with her fingers, her clock—which is haphazardly hanging off her dresser still plugged in—catches her attention. She halts all movement as the clock changes to a new hour, it's then that reality hits her like a sledgehammer. Sam stopped her from running yet again by using everything but his Alpha command. She collapses against the wall, with rubbery bones and sweaty palms knowing she missed her flight and that she wouldn't have a chance like this ever again. She used up most of her savings for that damn ticket. The bitterness, misery and humiliation seeps into her pores in droves.

Leah knew most of everything Sam said was bullshit but for that short time that she had with him she pretends for an instant that it was like it was before. That her father was still alive just working long hours with her mother at the Clearwater Baitshop and would be home soon, while her baby brother was still just a short munchkin that was outside playing at his friend's house. She fantasizes Emily was still on the Makah reservation doing whatever it is she did before she came down for her permanent boyfriend stealing stay.

Leah dreams to go back to a time where her biggest concern was what classes she was going to take in college, or what day her period was coming that month, or planning her big dream wedding and future kids with Sam. She yearned to never have turned into a huge ball of fur with four paws for feet whenever she got angry, or that there weren't such things as vampires or supernatural beings and Sam was still completely hers, keeping every promise he made her. She knew none of that was possible so she wishes above all wishes that she was strong enough to deny Sam just once.

It was a stupid wish, hoping never got her anywhere. She didn't know why she had even made an effort to ever try because the next time—and there would be a next time— that he returned she would be spellbound all over again.

A/N: So this probably sucked, but I've been playing with the other WILF's instead of just the usual Jake and Embry. Although I missed writing about them the whole time I wrote the other stories. Anyways I'll probably be putting a few one shots to make up for my absence.

All my stories that aren't completed will be updated within the next week. I'm just waiting on my Beta to come back from her vacation and do her amazing fixing dust that she's super amazing at! I know no one wants to hear the story about where the hell I've been for the past month, so just know that I missed all of you guys and your amazing reviews.

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