Chapter Three
[Bella's POV]
I don't know what the hell just happened but all I could possibly focus on was this gorgeous god-like man standing before us. I loved the way his shirt clung to his taught muscles, the strong veins showing in his forearms. He was a god among men.
"Aw fuck me." The god cursed under his breath.
I torn my gaze from him to look at my father.
"Um, dad?" my voice shook as I spoke quietly. "What the hell was that about?" I shrieked.
The god laughed slightly but abruptly stopped.
I turned to look at him to see the gravest look on his beautiful. I wanted to go to him and comfort him in any way that I could. Tell him everything would be okay and nothing would ever hurt him. But, I couldn't. Looking to Charlie, he had a stupid looking grin on his face that made me want to punch him. With a clearing of a throat, everyone's attention was turned to Josh; whom was standing there looking very impatient.
"Before my son so rudely interrupted us.. I believe we were asking Bella something very important." Joshua said with a bit of venom in his tone, directed straight at his son.
"Riiight...." I drug the word out longer than needed. "What was the question again?" Smiling innocently at Charlie, I was hoping he would just drop the whole thing.
Charlie huffed. "Isabella Marie. You know damn well what the question was so answer it and I will tell you 'what the hell that was about'." he mocked my voice and I would have laughed at his attempt if it wasn't for the fact it was me he was mocking.
Sighing, I hung my head to look at my feet. "Yes," I whispered.
The voice that answered surprised me. "I thought girls couldn't phase."
It was the deep sensual, voice of the god in the room.
God, I bet he could melt butter on his...
"Bella!" Charlie snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my day dream.
"Huh?" was my brilliant response. They all laughed, I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest. This only gained more laughter from the three men. It was annoying, I was getting pissed, fingers were beginning to tremble and I wanted them to stop. "Shut the hell up!" I nearly shouted.
Instantly, they stopped.
Joshua's eyes become the size of baseballs, Charlie had the stupid grin on his face and the god was slack-jawed, mouth wide open and eyes about to pop out of his head. I rolled my eyes at them, muttering 'men' under my breath before hopping up onto the desk we were all standing in front of. "Alright dad. Explain."
It took him a minute to stop smirking before he answered. "That sweetheart, was something we call imprinting."
"Imprinting? What the fuck is that?" I asked confused. I had never heard the term before.
Before Charlie could speak the god did. "Imprinting is what happens when you find your one true soul mate. The person that was made for you. Your opposite in every way but fits you perfectly." He took my hand into his, my smaller one fitting into his rather large one like the perfectly sized baseball mitt. I looked up at him to see his smile grew wider, close to splitting his face in half. "Perfect." It was but a whisper and his warm breath caressed my face in his exhale.
I was lost in the deepness of his eyes, until Charlie cleared his throat.
"Thank you, Sam." Charlie said.
Sam. So the god does have a name.
"Yeah," Sam breathed. "But, you didn't answer my question. How did Bella here phase? Women don't phase."
Charlie chuckled lightly. "Son, read up on your legends. If you remember correctly... the first alpha..."
"Was Jake's grandpa. I know." Sam cut him off.
"No. The first alpha stepped down and gave Ephraim Black the pack to command." Charlie was speaking slowly watching Sam's reaction. "The first alpha of La Push, was Melissa Swan. My grandmother."
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The four of us talked for most of the afternoon. Sam–I melt every time I even think his name–called into his work to stay and explain things to me. To think I have gone months being the way I am, without anyone to talk to about it, while my father and my friends down here have been going through the same thing I have been. There were an entire pack of boys that lived here that change into giant dogs.
Hell,my life is turning into some sort of freaky scifi movie. What's next? Witches and the Santa turn out to be real too? I wouldn't be surprised honestly.
The entire time we talked, Sam was at my side. I sat Indian style on the desk, my knee pressed lightly into his thigh. His hand was behind us, like mine. He let his fingers brush over mine softly and traced the length of my pinkie with his. It wasn't awkward at all. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me. I would smile shyly at him and get the reward of his dazzling bright smile that could light up any room. I felt like a belonged right here, in this very spot beside him. And it was scaring the shit out of me.
Charlie explained about imprinting some more to me because I was confused about the way I was feeling. I just had the urge to be by Sam at all times. Touching him. Even if I were to brush his knee while sitting beside him it would be enough. But, the feelings came out of nowhere and were for someone I didn't even know. How could I possibly just drop everything I had felt about other people to be with this man that I had only met a couple hours ago.
Being pulled from my thoughts once again this afternoon. I caught one thing that bothered me more than it should have.
"Whose Emily?" I asked.
Sam visibly tensed and his face twisted in a grimace. "My girlfriend," he whispered.
My head snapped up at his face when he said that. "Girlfriend?" He nodded. "Then … what was with all the touching.. and flirting all day?"
"I – I... I couldn't help it. I-it was like I didn't have control of my actions." He shook his head, as if he were trying to clear it. "It was like I have no filter around you. I keep saying things before I think. I want to touch you all the time. I just.. cant explain it."
"It's what happens when you imprint." Charlie said from across the room, where he was suppose to be talking to Joshua. "You cant help yourself around your imprint. You have to do everything for them. It is like being an addict and she is your drug of choice. Let me ask you this; what do you feel for Emily?"
Sam looked at Charlie like he was crazy. "I love her." I flinched. "But.."
"You may love Emily. But, you were not meant to be her forever. Her someone will come along one day. Yours... is sitting on the desk in front of you, son." Joshua smiled sadly. "You no longer belong to Emily."
"No."
"What Bella?" Sam asked.
"No." I said again, sitting up straighter on the desk. "I will not be the reason for you hurt the women you love. I wont."
Charlie looked as if I head grown an extra head. "Bella, you cannot stop what happened."
"Maybe I cant, but, I can try. I may be your imprint and you may be mine. But, I'm not going to let him break this girls heart just because destiny says we should be together."
With that. I walked out of the station.
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Sam had followed me all the way back home.
I didn't want to be around him. He needed to be with his... girlfriend... so I left him, sitting on the sofa chatting with Sue, while I went to my second home.
I wasn't sure if anyone would actually be there because I used to remember that Billy would always be out fishing this time of day. He said the fish always bite better in the evening. I followed the well traveled path through the woods behind my house to the backyard of Billy Black's small little red house. What I came upon, I wasn't ready for.
Standing in the small makeshift garage were four rather large guys, all of which were only wearing cutoff jean shorts; the ripped shredded fray hung below their knees. I stopped at the edge of the woods and watched them for a moment. I was hidden well enough they couldn't see me but that didn't work because as soon as I stopped, the shortest one of the bunch turned his head right in my direction. He said something so quiet I missed it but it didn't take long before I was surround by the guys. All of them towering over me.
One I recognized right away.
"Little Jay?" I asked with a small smile.
His eyes widened before a breathtaking smile took over his features. "Baby B?"
"Jake!" I screeched, launching myself at him.
Jacob wrapped his arms around my frame and hugged me close to his muscled form. His deep chuckles were child-like and they made me smile even more. Before I knew it, he had tossed me into the air like when we were kids and caught me by my legs; swinging me around in a circle. How I had missed this kid.
"Care to introduce us.. little Jay?" One of the guys asked.
Jacob sat me on my feet and turned me toward the guys. "Guys, this is Bella Swan. Bella, this is Embry, Quil, and Paul."
"Nice to meet you all." I said with a polite.
"Hello Bella." the beefier guy purred, taking a step forward and kissing my hand.
I had to roll my eyes this.
Turning back around to actually look at Jacob I noticed he wasn't the nine year old boy anymore. "Jesus Jake, you have grown up... you're.. you're hot!"
Jacob chuckled. "Not so bad yourself Swan. You have grown up nicely yourself." He grinned crookedly and gestured toward my chest.
"Ah, and still a little perv I see." I giggled. "Some things never change."
I heard a deep intake of breath from behind me. "Dude, that's the scents!" Embry crowed a moment later.
"Huh?" I asked turning towards him. "What scent? What are you talking about?"
"Oh um mm." Embry's eyes widened and he looked at Jake like he needed help.
I laughed. "You don't have to hide anything guys, I know everything."
"You know?" Jake asked.
"I know." I said, nodding before I whispered. "Werewolves."
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