Hello! :D Thank you so much for the favourites and followings. They mean so much! And a big thank you to RebornRose1992 for reviewing :D I've changed the summary because, as I was writing, I found the story developing differently and I've decided to run with it. I do hope you like it though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of it's Characters. The rights belong to Stephanie Meyer. I'm just borrowing them :) I do, however, own my own character and the plot.

Just a little background information on the ages of each character in this story.

Ellie - 20

Sam - 25

Emily, Leah - 24

Jacob, Embry, Quil - 21

Paul, Jared - 22

Seth - 19

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Ellie's POV

I walk past Paul and into the house I've lived in my entire life. When our parents died, four years before, they left it to myself and my brother, Sam. It was a tough period in our lives, filled with loss and despair, but Sam had Emily to get him through it and for that I had been grateful. I, on the other hand, had found solace and comfort in Jared.

We ended up dating for nearly six months but it ended quickly when Sam found us in a rather compromising position. Not long after that, Jared imprinted on Kim and the rest, as they say, is history. I moved on. As much as I had liked Jared, I hadn't been in love with him. Thus, his imprinting on Kim did not bother me in the slightest. He had never been the one I truly wanted.

Hey, Sam. Hey, Em." I greeted them with a smile as I entered through the back door.

It was mid-afternoon and I had spent the night, and the majority of the morning, in Paul's bed; not that anyone knew about my whereabouts. I had begged Paul to keep the imprint a secret for Sam's sake and he agreed; knowing that my brother would never approve despite the high regard The Pack held for imprinting.

Pulling a box of cereal out of the cupboard, I grabbed a bowl and the milk from the fridge and made myself the easy meal. A lack of food in Paul's house had left me feeling incredibly hungry and the cereal was heaven to my empty stomach.

"Have the boys been here?" I ask as I survey the crumb covered floor.
"Pack meeting." Sam states simply.

From the glance Emily gives him, I suspect that there was more to the Pack meeting than Sam is letting on. However, rather than pry, I keep my questions to myself and carry on eating my cereal.

"That's a pretty bracelet." I hear Emily say.

With the spoon half way to my mouth, I look down at the bracelet on my wrist and back up to smile at Emily as I cover the spoon with my mouth.

"Where did you get it?"

I sit and slowly munch on my food; wanting to buy myself some time before I answered Emily.

Paul had left the bracelet on the bedside table, while I was sleeping, when he went off to start his morning patrol. I had woken to find it there with a small, handwritten note from Paul; telling me that the gift was for me and that I was expected to wear it and never take it off. I knew from the moment I set eyes on it, with its many silver wolves, that it was Paul's way of branding me and I didn't mind. I was, after all, his imprint.

"Port Angeles."
"It's beautiful. I like the wolves." Emily grinned.
"So do I." I smirked back; seeing Sam roll his eyes at me.

I'm sure both Sam and Emily understood the subtext of my words. I had grown up knowing the legends of the Quileute's and had spent many years around the boys of The Pack. I was one of the few people outside of The Pack who knew about the existence of the wolves; ever since Sam phased in front of me and injured Emily five years before.

I had always had a soft spot for those in The Pack; affectionately referring to them as 'my boys'. All except for Leah, of course, who was both a wolf and my best-friend.

"Are we still on for the bonfire tonight?" I ask as I wash and clear away my bowl.
"Yeah. Billy and Sue are bringing some food. That should help with feeding our small army." Emily laughed.

I laugh as well. The boys eat more than should be humanly possible due to their wolf appetites and with the bonfire taking place that tonight, I knew that me and Emily would be spending the rest of the day in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

Paul's POV

I watch her from the other side of the room, careful not to stare too much in case I attract too my attention. But damn it, she's just too hard to resist. The pull of the imprint is just too strong and before I know it, I'm standing behind her; breathing in her scent.

Her back stiffens. She knows it's me. She turns around and gives me a dazzling smile.

"Paul, get out of my kitchen." I hear Emily shout from behind me; her tone not at all matching her scolding.

Ellie's body is so close to mine that we're almost touching and I can feel my wolf going crazy inside of me. It wants to be let out. It wants to touch her. I suppress my longing. This isn't the time or the place.

"I'm going to go shower." Ellie states.

I let out a smirk and raise an eyebrow at her.

"Need some help?" I ask her as she walks away; past the other guys in the room and down the hall towards the stairs.
"Not from you." she grins back before disappearing.

I hear a roar of laughter and I turn my head to see Embry, Quil and Jacob clutching their sides. Glaring at them, I pop myself down on the sofa.

"You have no chance, Paul. That girl is way out of your league!" Embry calls out.
"Yeah, the only one who ever had a chance with her was Jared and we all know how that turned out." Quil added.

I glare at them once more. I don't need to be reminded of Ellie's past relationship with my best-friend. My mind had been filled with Jared's memories of Ellie on more occasions that I'd have liked and each one had felt like a punch in the gut. He may have been my best-friend and he may have an imprint, meaning he was no longer interested in Ellie, but that didn't stop me from getting pissed every time I thought about how he had kissed her first. How she had been his long before she was mine.

"Shut the fuck up, Quil!"
"Oh my god, do you remember when Sam caught them fu-"
"I said, shut the fuck up!"

I was standing now, yelling; my entire body shaking violently. Rage poured through my veins. I didn't want or need to hear about how my girlfriend, my imprint, was caught fucking my best-friend by her brother. I remember that day all too well anyway.

I must have yelled a hell of a lot louder than I realised because within seconds, Sam was standing in front of me; shouting at me to calm down before I phased and tore up his living room.

His voice barely penetrated through my haze of anger. I could hear him addressing Quil, Embry and Jacob; asking them what had happened and I knew that I would have some explaining to do once I calmed down.

"Paul?"

Ellie's voice cuts through my mind and I look up to see her standing before me in nothing but a towel; her long legs and bare arms on show; her hair wet and sticking to her shoulders. Even in my furious state, I can't help but become aroused.

Her hands are on my face in seconds; her wet palms drying quickly under the heat of my skin. Her touch is soothing and I can already feel myself begin to calm before she even speaks.

"What is it? What's wrong? You're shaking. Paul, calm down."

It's as if my rage is a switch and she's managed to turn it off with just a few words. Inside me, my wolf settles down; no longer angry over Quil's words; happy that Ellie is near.

"I'm sorry." I mumble.

Once I'm sure I won't phase, I lift my eyes to hers and see the worry that's filling them. Shit. I did that. I made her worry. Sensing Sam's glare, I shifted my focus and saw him glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man.

Ellie gently removed her hands from face and walked past me. I turned to see her staring angrily at Embry, Quil and Jacob; all three cowering before her.

"What the hell happened?!"
"Ellie…"
"Shut it, Black! I know one of you did something to set Paul off. Who was it?"

Silence. No-one spoke. The way Ellie was glowering at them made me proud to call her mine. Her temper was beautiful as long as I wasn't on the receiving end of it.

"Oh, now you're all quiet. Fine then. How about I start spilling secrets until someone tells me what happened? How about you, Embry? I'm sure Jared would love to know about the time you tried to kiss me when we were dating. He might have Kim now but I don't think he'd be too happy about that little piece of information?"

"You did what?!" I hear both myself and Sam shoot at Embry.

I pay no attention to the look Sam shoots me as he registers my outburst. How did I not know about this. Ellie's right. Even now, Jared would be pissed. Hell, I'm pissed!

"You wouldn't dare." Embry says, open mouthed.
"Oh, I would."
"It was Quil." Embry mutters. "He was teasing Paul."
"Teasing Paul about what?"
"About you… and Jared. He was saying that Paul doesn't stand a chance with you and…"

Ellie cuts him off and Embry instantly closes his mouth. Ellie's temper is famous. Almost as famous as mine. You'd have to be insane to mess with her. From the way her body had stiffened, I can tell that she's furious and I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and hold her until she's calm again.

"Quil Ateara! What the hell gives you the right to say such things?!" Ellie shouts as she continuously slaps hard against Quil's chest, arms and head.

Quil is trying to defend himself; his arms held protectively over his body. I know, he knows, we all know it; he could easily stop Ellie from hitting him but he daren't. Sam would be on him the instant he laid a finger on Ellie. Not to mention I'd tear him to pieces myself.

"I'm sorry, Elle. I was just messing. I didn't know he was going to get so pissed off about it."

With her hands now on her hips and Quil pouting like a child, I watch Ellie glare at all three guys. Fuck, it's hot when she stands like that.

"If any of you say such things again, I'm going to stop feeding you!"

It seems the argument is over when Ellie stomps off back upstairs. Every cell in my body is yelling at me to go after her but I can't.

"You three…" Sam points to Jacob, Quil and Embry who all are stood, silently. "Out. Now."

His tone is full of warning and authority and the others scarper away quickly. I'm left with Sam who is staring at me; eyeing me with mistrust. I can almost see the steam coming off him as his mind tries to make sense of what has just occurred.

"Paul…"

I can tell that he wants to say more but he doesn't. Whatever he had intended on saying to me never arrives. Instead, his expression softens slightly.

"Get out of here and for god's sake, control yourself. I don't need you losing your temper tonight."

Ellie's POV

"Ellie! Get your damn fine ass out here!" I hear Jared call from just outside the doorway.

I roll my eyes and carry the tray of sandwiches outside where everyone is gathered; sitting together on chairs, cushions, logs; anything that can be used as a seat. The bonfire will be lit once it gets dark enough but for now, we're all just content to eat and drink together.

There are a lot of us. Sam, Emily, Leah, Seth, Jared, Kim, Embry, Jake, Billy, Paul, Quil, Sue Clearwater and myself. We're scattered around but still close enough to hear one another speak. For once, it's a warm day and I've taken advantage of that by wearing my short denim shorts and a white vest top.

I hear the boys fall silent as I make my appearance and I chuckle lightly when I see their ogling faces. I've become accustomed to it over the years and I've done my fair share of staring at their own toned bodies.

I smile at Kim as I pass her. I like Kim. She's a sweet girl. I suspect that my past and closeness to Jared makes her feel uncomfortable but I've made every effort to make it clear that I think of Jared as a friend. In fact, next to Leah, he's my closest friend.

"Jared Cameron, leave my ass out of this." I smirk.
"Never." he winks at me and I roll my eyes once again. He's such a flirt.

I place the tray on the picnic table and instantly there are hands everywhere, grabbing at the sandwiches. Within a minute, the tray is empty. Damn wolf appetites. I catch Jared shoving a sandwich whole into his mouth and frown.

"You're a pig, Jared."

He oinks at me and I shoot him a glare that quickly forms into a grin. I couldn't stay mad at him even if I wanted to.

"Well then, I'd better go more some more sandwiches." I sigh, picking the tray back up.
"I'll come help." Emily states.
"No, Em. Stay here. I'll do it."

I flash her a smile and as quick as lightning I'm bounding back towards the house.

Paul's POV

She's flirting. Flirting! With my best-friend! Does she have any idea what she's doing to me?!

When she heads off back to the house I hear Quil speak.

"I told you, didn't I? Jared's the only one of us she'd ever go for."

I throw my half eaten sandwich at him and it hits him squarely in the face before falling into his lap. Everybody laughs at the dumbfounded look on his face and I storm off; not wanting to give Sam a chance to reprimand me.

I reach the house in seconds; closing the back door behind me as I enter. I cross the kitchen in only a few strides and wrap my arms around Ellie's; pulling her back flush against my chest. Her body fits mine so perfectly and I sigh with contentment.

"Paul?"

She sounds concerned. I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck; my jealousy washing away with every second I spend holding her. I'm not one for affection, having always been known as the player of La Push, but Ellie is different; she's the exception. I'm a different guy when I'm with her.

"Paul?"

I grip her tightly when I feel her trying to break my hold on her. Not yet, just more minute. That's all I need.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me. I'm not one of your one-night stands, Paul. I'm your imprint. Tell me what's wrong."

I sigh and finally remove my hands from her body; instantly feeling the emptiness it brings. She faces me; her eyes burning into my own. Keeping my mouth shut, I storm out of the house and rejoin the group.

When Ellie joins us a few minutes later, with another tray of sandwiches, she avoids my gaze. I groan quietly to myself. I don't know why I pushed her away. My jealousy always gets the best of me where she's concerned.

Ellie's POV

It's dark now. The light and heat from the bonfire makes everyone's faces glow. Billy and Sue have retreated back into their homes, Kim has returned back to Forkes and the rest of us have been left to enjoy the music and the seemingly endless supply of alcohol. Technically speaking, me and Seth are too young too drink but that doesn't stop us. Besides, it would take a hell of a lot of alcohol to get Seth drunk. Unlike myself, I think.

Already I can feel the alcohol working it's way through my system. I'm such a light-weight. However, I highly doubt that my thin frame helps things. From the corner of my eye, I can see Quil and Embry play fighting, whilst Sam and Emily cuddle. On the other side, Seth and Leah are talking with Paul. I can only imagine how Leah's feeling. Although she's four years older than me, Leah has been my best-friend for years and I still remember the day my brother broke her heart.

Of course, it wasn't his fault. Imprinting is difficult to break, I understand that now that I'm with Paul, but it doesn't stop me from being sympathetic to Leah's feelings.

I'm lost in my thoughts when a pair of hands grip my hips and begin to move against me in rhythm to the fast beat of the music. Automatically, I know who is holding me and I yelp when Jared spins me around to face him. My arms hook around his neck and we fall into an easy rhythm. He's grinning widely and I laugh when he dips his head to my neck and starts rubbing his nose up and down. It tickles beyond belief.

"Jared, stop! It- It tickles."

My sides are beginning to ache from laughing so hard but he doesn't relent.

"Jared…please…" My words come out in pants between the laughter.
"Not on your life, my little jelly baby."

He nips my neck with his teeth and I freeze. He hasn't called me Jelly Baby in years. It was his nick-name for me when we were dating and he hasn't once uttered it in nearly four years. For a second, I wonder why he would call me such a thing but more important thought cross my mind. He shouldn't be biting me. I'm not his imprint. I'm Paul's. Even though Jared doesn't know that, I still belong to Paul.

Pushing Jared away from me, I take a couple of steps back so there's a reasonable distance between us. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes and I sigh unhappily.

"Ellie, I'm sorry…"

Jared takes a step towards me; his hand held out to stroke my face. Within seconds, Paul is at my side and Sam, I can see, is stood staring at us.

"Back off, Jared." Paul growls.

Jared looks as if he wants to say more but he closes his mouth and leaves. Paul is so close to me that when Jared leaves, I feel his entire body relax and he flings his arm around my shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

I know that Paul is pissed. I can see it in his eyes; they're almost black with anger.

"I'm fine."

I don't push his arm away even though everyone is looking at us. In that moment, I need him close to me. The events that have just unfolded have left me feeling confused and it is Jake and Quil who make the clearest sense when they speak.

"I thought Jared imprinted on Kim." Jake states; his voice full of confusion.
"He did." Quil replied.
"But the way he was looking at Ellie…"
"I know. It was almost like he forgot all about Kim."
"Is that even possible? Can you have more than more imprint?"
"Maybe it's not an imprint. Maybe he just wants her."

Paul's body tenses up immediately. His grip on me tightens.

"He can't have her." Paul shouts.

Oh god. Paul don't, I silently beg. This isn't the way I wanted Sam to find out I'd been imprinted on.

"She's not his to want. She's mine. She's my imprint"

I let out a loud groan as everyone around me gasps. I hear Leah laugh, Embry curse and Quil let out a very audible groan.

"I'm bloody kill you, Paul Lahote!" Sam shouts.