Coldhearted by Maddyson Ruby

Pairing: Paul/OC and multiple OC/OC pairings

Rating: T

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Chapter 6

Gaige left the clearing as though the very demons of Hell were on his tail - that wasn't too fare from the truth. The Packs were pissed. Simone was one of their own and nobody threatened one of theirs without paying the price dearly; that was their way. They chased Gaige from La Push but they all knew that he would be back, he wanted Simone.

As Logan and his Pack made their way back to the clearing he couldn't help but think about his Simone because, essentially, she was his. Not in terms of property but in spirit - they were, after all, made for each other. Whether Simone's hyperprotective, tempermental parents would see it that way was something else entirely.

When the two packs made it back to the clearing Alejandra was still crouched over her youngest child protectively. Alejandra's sole focus was on her daughter and the lovingly concernedmanner in which she gazed down at her wounded offspring was enough to bring tears to a lesser man's eyes. Thankfully the Packs were resiliant enough to keep their serious and solemn composure. Paul approached his imprint and child mournfully as if every step was pure agony for him to endure. He tenderly swept her beautiful curly tresses of dark cherry coloured hair from her face.

Paul's mind was a jumbled mess, a shattered puzzle of images and memories all revolving around the stunning little girl in his arms. Her first steps, her first words, her first breath - it all played through his head as he realised just how close he had been to losing his baby girl. All his daughters were his baby girls but none more so than Simone. She was the youngest of all his daughters and children at age fifteen, his next oldest daughter was Cassidy at nineteen and Maya at twenty one. Despite their ages and the tiny, miniscule fact that they were growing up and being more independent he still fiercely loved his little girls because that's what they woujld always be: his little girls.

After a brief squabble over Simone's health it was decided that she would be taken to the nearest Pack house which just so happened to be Quil Ateara the fifth's. It just so fortunately happened that Spencer, one of Logan's pack members was a doctor. Though Paul was leery of the werewolf doctor he eventually visibly relaxed when Spencer said, "My Alpha has imprinted on this girl, do you really think I'm gonna hurt her and risk incurring the wrath of him and the pack? Not to mention, you and your fiery lil' missus... Oh, and you pack too! And how many over protective big brother's does this young lady have?". After that little tirade from Spencer, Paul relaxed and simply observed his little girl. It seemed to have been forever since he'd last actually had the opportunity to sit down with no distractions whatsoever and just look at his daughter, his lil' Sims. She had matured and changed a lot in her life, she was petite but perfect. She had an inner strength that Paul couldn't help but notice as he watched her be healed and mended. Her strength was one of the things about her that he loved and admired her for - he was also extremely proud of her in terms of her dedication and kindness, but the silent unshakeable strength that seemed to almost radiate from her was one of the best qualities she had.

"Okay, so there's a lil' bit of bruising round her neck," Spencer announced, rousing Paul from his prideful thoughts. "Some on her back too. But the main injury is the broken arm caused by the leech dropping her on it awkwardly..." he trailed off at Paul, Logan and Alejandra's quiet growl at he displeasing thought of someone so dear to them being hurt. "Good news is that the bruising should be gone within three weeks and her arm will be back to full working order in about six to seven weeks."

At the good news of a definite recovery every one in the room consecutively let out a breath they honestly hadn't realised they had been holding. Simone was precious to them all whether they were in Sam's pack or Logan's - she was something so clearly special and cherished.

Logan could help his relief at knowing his mate and imprint would be okay, before Spencer had given him that simple assurance he had been wraught with worry over her well being. But, again, that was only natural for him.

She was very beautiful to Logan, with her pretty dark cherry coloured hair and stunning deep, rich brown eyes - the very epitome of human beauty or even inhuman beauty. Of course he may be biased considering she is his imprint and is meant to be worshipped. That innate desire and need to praise and love and care for her was intriniscally part of his bizarre DNA. Strangely enough he had no problem with that at all, she was perfect to him, who wouldn't worship a living incarnation of their idea of perfection?

As Sam walked into the guest bedroom currently being used as a hospital room he examined the petite girl - or woman, really - who lay in the bed getting her arm braced tightly to ensure it heals properly. She was very, very deeply loved in their Pack and in the La Push community - her safety was paramount. She deserved to be safe and not go through life looking over her shoulder for a vindictive leech intent on her ultimate death. That was why he would take no chances with her safety, whether the Packs approved of his idea and method of assuring Simone's safety was another thing entirely.

"What's up, Sam?" Paul asked as soon as he'd stepped into the room.

"I've... had an idea about how to go about exterminating the leech." Sam admitted confidently though he din't meet their eyes.

"That's great," Alejandra encouraged with a happy smile, though her eyes nervously glanced at her unconscious daughter. "What's the problem?"

"Well, you may not like the idea but it's be a sure fire way of looking after her and ensuring that no harm will come to her..." Sam trailed off as he assessed his escape exit options after dropping the bomb this would turn out to be.

"Look, just spit it out, Sam." Paul growled angrily.

"Fine." Sam spat. "I think we should call in the Cullens to help us, after all, they owe us a lot." Sam finished looking to Simone's parent's for their inevitably explosive reactions.

Paul instantly jumped to his feet spew nonsense about leeches and Cullens with the most prominant word he said being 'no'. Alejandra was just sat stock still in the chair with a dazed yet thoughtful expression on her face. When Paul realised theat his mate was just sitting there calmly not throwing a bitch fit of epic proportions he became concerned but the she spoke stopping his fussing.

"Sam is right." Alejandra murmured. "They owe us their lives because of our help in the battle and when we spared them. Think about it, they can help us keep Simone safe" she paused as her eyes locked in on Sam's.

"Let's call in the Cullens"