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Chapter Three: Micah

Slowly I came out of my slumber, greeted by a blinding light and a chuckle from my left. With my brow furrowed in confusion, I rubbed my eyes before I turned to look in the direction the laughter had come from, and saw Holly smiling at me.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

"Shut up," I groaned as I stood up, stretching my limbs as I did so. I must've been asleep for a couple hours, as the sun had replaced the moon in the sky. "How long was I out?" I pondered out loud, mostly to myself, but Holly shrugged anyway.

"About eight hours." Damn. Way off. "I don't see how you did go to sleep though, with the moon full and all. I figured it would've given you energy."

Why did I fall asleep, then? Normally, when the moon was full, we all had our energy spiked up no matter what time we went to bed, and considering I woke up around five, it shouldn't have been that bad.

That's when it hit me. "I didn't drink my Monster yesterday." No, I only had one sip before my mother kicked me out of the house. That bitch.

Holly laughed. "Why did you do that, stupid?"

"I'm not stupid," I said, shoving her lightly. "I was going to, but then the bitch formerly known as Renée kicked me out of the house."

"Oh…that makes a lot of sense." Holly pursed her lips in thought before we heard a knock come from behind us.

"We're ready to come out," Marissa said through the door, her voice a bit raspy as if she hadn't had anything to drink for awhile.

"Hey, Bella," I heard a voice come from behind me as Holly started to open the door. I turned around to find Micah Newman, the prick of the pack, smiling at me as he slowly walked closer, his hands in his pockets as if he was trying to seem innocent. I knew better. "What are you up to?"

I turned to look at Holly and she nodded. "I need to get their cuffs off of them, anyway."

As she walked in, I turned to Micah with a glare. "What the fuck do you want?" I growled, my lips curling over my teeth. Micah was the kind of guy that if you gave him an inch, he'd take a mile, so I knew better than to be civil with him…that only led him to think I was interested in garbage like him.

"Easy there, tiger," he said as he flashed his pearly white teeth, ones that he tried to use on many women. It only worked with three. "I was just coming to see why you didn't join the rest of the pack in a hunt."

"As you can see, Newman," I said before pointing to the foscadh behind me, "I was busy."

"With the lezzie," he said as he raised a black eyebrow, crossing his arms. Micah would've been a decent enough guy to go for, if I was straight, considering he had the looks, what with his short black hair and tan complexion and his athletic build, but his personality flushed everything decent about him down the toilet. He was a prick. That's all we could say.

"Fuck off, Micah," Holly said as she walked out of the foscadh, her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "Nobody asked you to come here, anyway."

"Come on, Bella," Micah said as he ignored Holly, grabbing my arm as if trying to guide me somewhere else. "Let's get away from the lezzie. We don't want any gay germs rubbing off on you, now do we?"

A growl built up in my chest as I shook his hold off of me and glanced at Holly, who was growing more and more furious by the minute. Not only was she openly gay, but her hatred for Micah's attitude was also out in the open.

Though that wasn't surprising, since there were only a select number of people who could actually tolerate him and that was it.

"At least I've had more women than you, asshole. Your three "conquests" were all fakes. The first one was too stoned to remember her name, the second one was too wasted to make any decisions of her own, and the third one was too stupid to see through your pathetic exterior."

Micah's lips curled over his teeth as he shoved me behind him. "Step back, Bella. Let me show you how a man is supposed to fight."

"What, you want me to go get my grandfather?" I asked him, shoving him away from me. "I don't need you to save me, Micah. I'm perfectly capable of saving myself. Right now I need to be saved from your sad attempts to please me, you pathetic Neanderthal."

"Holly?" Jon asked as he staggered out of the foscadh, water dribbling down his chin and down his bare body. "Can you walk me home, now?"

Holly sighed. "Yeah, Dad, I can." She grabbed his arm and threw it over her shoulder before she looked at me. "You going to be okay here?"

I nodded. "I can handle him."

"Talk to you later, then," she said with a brief nod before she walked her father towards her house, Marissa and Justin heading to their own house as they rubbed their wrists carefully.

"So how about it?" Micah asked as he winked.

"I'm sorry, what?" Did he ask me a question? Surely he didn't. I was fairly good at picking up those kinds of things.

"You know. Me and you. Let's go out tomorrow."

Of course. He didn't ask the question because he always asked the question. He was on my tail to date me and I was getting sick and tired of his badgering. "Micah, face it. It's never going to happen." I went to walk away but I soon found myself pinned against the door to the foscadh, glad that my clothes was preventing my skin from burning at the silver polishing.

"It should happen." He growled as he pressed his lower half against mine, his third leg hardening against my thigh.

"What the fuck ar—"

His large right palm fit over my mouth as his left hand reached for the hem of my jeans, pushing them down slowly. "I'll have you, Bella. Whether you want it or not."

Oh, hell no. I'm not going to let this asshole do this to me.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could before I closed it, my teeth sinking into his hand.

He jumped back with a yelp. "Ouch!" he yelled as he held his wrist, looking at the bite mark I inflicted on him.

I raised an eyebrow in his direction. "You done now?"

I expected him to say no, of course, since it was Micah, but I didn't expect him to fucking smirk as he looked back up at me.

"I'm just getting started," he growled as he charged for me, his hands clasping at my wrists before he pushed me to the ground, my face in the dirt as he straddled my ass. "If I can't go in one way, I guess I'll have to go in another."

I moved my head just enough to make sure I could talk without getting dirt in my mouth. "I always knew you were a fan of butt sex."

With a growl he shoved my head further into the dirt as I felt him try and take off my pants.

Stupid foscadh, I thought, why'd you have to be so far away from the houses, huh?

Regardless, I closed my eyes as I started to shift, waiting for Micah to wonder what I was doing.

He caught on as he stood up, but he only took off his shirt instead. "Looks like we'll be doing it doggy-style."

"Sicko," I said once I was in my wolf form, turning around and giving him a bite in his shoulder while he was still vulnerable as he transformed.

After three more bites, Micah threw me off of him as he growled. "Come here so I can make you my bitch."

"Not a chance, fucker," I growled before I charged him at the same time he charged me. He bit my paw as we collided, whereas I bit his neck before we rolled around in the dirt.

"Someone's fighting!" I heard someone shout, their voice coming from a house near the lake. Thank God someone heard us fighting.

As we fought, I could feel Micah growing weary of the fight, blood drying in his black fur before I tossed him to the side. I nudged him with my nose to make sure he was unable to fight me any longer, and, when he didn't move, I smiled triumphantly to myself.

Of course, at that moment, Renée and Granddad appeared.

Fucking brilliant.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Renée barked at me once I was at the house, her arms crossed as the rest of the pack watched Micah's naked body healing.

"He tried to rape me," I shot back, "what else was I supposed to do?"

"He's a decent boy, Bella, I doubt he'd was trying to rape you."

Holly snorted. "I don't know what universe you live in, Renée, but Micah is anything but decent. He's been trying to go out with Bella for the past three years. I'm going to side with Bella on this one."

Oliver nodded. "It's highly probable that Micah was trying to rape her."

"Mmm," she simply said as she glanced at the two wolves who had spoken up for me before her head shot to face me again. "Regardless, that gives you no right to almost kill your packmate. When he wakes up you should apologize."

"What the fuck!" I yelled as I stood up. "Me, apologize to him? He should apologize to me for trying to stick his dirty cock in me."

"Dad, what's your say in the matter," Renée said as she turned to Granddad who listened quietly. "This is means for exile, right?"

He sighed. "Normally an offense of this nature would result in exile, the reason behind this offense is justifiable." Thank fucking God he was on my side and not Renée's. "But," he said as he held up a finger. Oh God, not but; I hated it when he added but to something. "I do think you and Micah should spend some time apart."

"Alright, where are you sending him?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

He shook his head. "He's staying here, Bella. We need to keep an eye on him in case his injuries don't heal correctly. You, on the other hand, walked away practically unscathed, so you have no reason to stay here."

My mouth fell agape as I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you fucking serious? I have nowhere to go! I haven't been around long enough to make any connections to different packs, whereas he has. This is my home! This is my pack!"

"There is one place you can go," he said as he glanced in Renée's direction. "You can go live with your father."

My father? I had no clue who my father was! How was I supposed to go and live with him! "I don't know where he is, let alone who he is. How do I know he isn't some creepy pervert who'll try to fuck me in my sleep?"

"He's a decent man, Bella," Granddad said as he motioned for me to sit down. With a groan I did. "I've met him a couple times while your mother and he were dating, and he has got a good heart. As to where he is, well, that's not hard since he's been living in the same place for the past sixteen years."

"And where is that, Los Angeles?" It would make sense. If he was buanaithe he could blame his non-aging on Botox and plastic surgery.

He shook his head. "He lives in a quaint town, works as the Chief of Police. What was the name again, Renée?"

"Forks, Washington."

Forks, Washington? "I've never heard of it."

"You should get used to the name," Renée said as she walked towards me. "Since you're going to be living there until you're eighteen."

A year and a month with a man I didn't know? Yeah, this was going to be awesome, I could feel it.

Not.

A/N: And now we get to the good part, because who else is in Forks Washington besides her father? Why, Alice of course.

But don't think that just because they see each other it means they automatically fall in love with one another. No, these werewolves don't imprint, that's a shifter thing, instead they have anam cara's, which are soul mates (the irish translation is anam cara), and it's a gradual change.

Plus, Bella wants to have fun with them first.

The two Irish words I used in this chapter were foscadh and buanaithe, which means shelter and immortalized. As we progress in the story you'll see less and less Irish words as they deal with packs and not an individual such as Bella.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me just say, yes, Renee and her grandfather were both being ridiculous. They should've sent Micah away, but...this wouldn't be a Bellice story if it happened that way. :) See you next time.

Thanks go to Hollowgo for creating Bella's packmates and to CeceAsh for being an awesome Beta.